Title: Come Get Me
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Idea came from joriheadcanons on tumblr, #126.
Jade still can't believe that Beck blew off this party to study of all things. Yeah, the midterm is worth half their grade, but it's days away. Friday nights aren't meant for studying. Ever. She's been telling him that since they first going out; apparently it didn't stick.
Whatever. It's not like she needs him to have a good time. If anything, he's always trying to get her to cut back, be more cautious. What's the point of being young if you can't let loose and be crazy for a bit?
The party is in full swing. Pushing through the already crowded house, Jade finds the keg and pours herself a drink.
…
It's late and Jade's not sober. She's not sure what time it is, but she knows she's in no condition to get home by herself. She's watched enough horror movies to know how her night will end if she decides to walk home alone, drunk.
Looking around, she doesn't see anyone sober that she can bully into driving her home. Figures that all the goody two shoes already left. Doesn't anyone know how to properly party?
It takes some effort, but she manages to dig out her phone. The only problem is her eyes can't seem to focus properly on the screen. She tries to scroll through her contacts to call Beck, but her fingers don't seem to be doing what she wants.
Remembering that Beck is the last call she made before heading out, Jade hits redial. She'd tried one more time to tempt him into joining him, but he refused saying he and the others were studying. It makes Jade wonder when she started hanging out with so many losers.
She doesn't even wait for Beck to say hello before speaking. "I'm drunk. Come get me." And then hangs up.
At this point, standing is becoming more effort than she wants to put forth, so Jade staggers outside and collapses on the grass in the front yard. Lying down seems like a good idea, so she does. The stars seem especially glittery tonight, so Jades stares at them.
Time passes; Jade isn't sure how much, but she suddenly becomes aware of the car idling near by and honking at her. She sits up and sees an unfamiliar car parked in front of her.
The window rolls down and Jade hears a familiar voice say, "Get in already, Jade."
With a bit of effort, Jade sits up and scoots forward until she's touching the car. Using it to help her stand, Jade gets up and opens the door. She then slumps into the passenger seat.
"Seatbelt."
Jade looks over at the driver. What the fuck? It's Tori. "Vega?"
Tori shrugs. "You called me," Tori answers the unspoken question. "Seatbelt."
Jade struggles with it for a while before Tori sighs, grabs it from Jade and buckles her in. Once that's figured out, Tori begins driving.
"Why are you here?" Jade asks.
"Again. You called me."
"Meant to call Beck," Jade grumbles.
"Well obviously you misdialed."
"Weren't you losers studying together?" Jade asks. "Why didn't you just tell him to come get me?"
"He'd already headed home," Tori replies. "I figured it was easier. Plus, when I left, Robbie and Cat were fighting about Skittle flavors, so I took that as my cue to leave. I hope poor Andre managed to get them out eventually."
"Whatever."
It's silent the rest of the drive to Jade's house. The radio is playing some top 40s pop, but it's low enough that Jade can't quite make out the words; not that she cares.
Instead she tries to sort through her feelings. The fact that she somehow managed to call Toriand not Beck is bothering her; not because she hates Tori, because she doesn't. It's just pretending to hate Tori is easier. Especially when she's so damn nice. No one else would come and pick up a drunk who claims to hate her.
It makes Jade wonder sometimes, is Tori really that nice? Or is all that niceness a cover for something sinister? The small part of Jade that wantsto like Tori, hopes so.
When Tori pulls into Jade's driveway, Jade struggles with the door handle before finally getting it open.
"You're welcome for the ride," Tori says as Jade climbs out.
"Whatever," Jade replies.
She hears Tori sigh and feels… bad about it. Jade blames the alcohol.
"Thanks Vega," she says hastily before slamming the car door and hurrying inside.