I didn't want to hear it. Her stupid words of comfort as she explained to me that I just wasn't what she was 'looking for', or that she wasn't into girls. Well, I wasn't into girls either, until I met her...Actually, I still wasn't into girls. Just Vega, that stupid half-Latina angel with her stupid melodious voice.

"WAIT!" she shouted over the rain, "JADE, WAIT!"

I blocked her out and ran straight for my house. It was only a few streets away. I ran with my hands over my eyes, keeping the harsh rain from blinding me. My pearphone started to vibrate in the front pocket of my pants, and I ran onto someone's porch to get out of the rain so I could see who it was. Í looked at the screen and gritted my teeth. I hit the answer button grudgingly.

"What do you want, Beckett?" I asked him, wanting to get this conversation over so I could get off this lady's porch before she come out and yelled at me or something.

"What did you do to Tori?" Beck asked, and my eyes opened wider with surprise.

"What do you mean, 'What did I do to Tori?'" I asked him. "I didn't touch her. Why do you ask?" I asked him, wondering if Tori was okay.

"She's just sitting here, sobbing 'Jade' into one of my pillows." Beck said. "We can't get anything out of her, she's not talking to us. Not even André."

"It's none of your concern, Beck." I said, and hung up the phone. I stuck it back into my pocket ignoring all the other calls I was getting from Beck. I ran home and started banging on the door. My little brother answered. "Go to bed, you little freak," I said, grinning at him. He grinned back at me and ran upstairs to his bedroom.

"Jadelyn West!" my mother said from the kitchen, "Where have you been?!"

"Sorry mom," I said, shutting the door on the storm and walking into the kitchen and smiling at my mother, " I did what you told me too."

"You finally told that Lori girl-" she started.

"Tori mom," I said, smiling at my mother's forgetfulness, "her name is Tori Vega."

"Yes, that Tori girl. What'd she say?" my mom asked, and then looked over at me, frowning. "Why are you wet?"

"Well," I started, explaining, "I left her out in the pouring rain."

"What? Why?" she asked. "I thought you were in love with this girl?"

"I am. So in love, I was afraid to face her rejection." I said. She started talking again, and I cut her off, not meaning to be rude, "Mom, I know what you're going to say, but I'm cold and wet, and I'd like to get changed."

"Alright honey," she said as I went down the stairs into my basement bedroom, "Come back up for a little hot chocolate!"

I smiled. My mother had been through a lot, all of her years of living. My father, a drunk non-loving son of a bitch had beat her when they were younger. Being my kind, forgiving mother, she forgave him time and time again, and they had me. Even though my mother got beaten every time she stood up for me, she kept doing it. I was ten when she had Gavin, my younger brother. Then he found a yoga instructor and left us for her.

"Even after all that, you're still smiling, mom..." I whispered to myself as I slipped on my black pajamas. I walked back up the stairs with my pearphone in my hand, it was still vibrating with calls.

"Honey, just answer it." my mother said as she poured me a cup of hot chocolate.

"Do I have to?" I asked her, whining.

"Yes, or you're grounded Jadelyn." she said, grinning.

"Dammit..." I whispered under my breath.

"What did you just say?!" my mother asked, taken aback at my cussing.

"N-nothing mom," I said, taking my hot chocolate and phone in the other room. I hit the answer call button once more, and was surprised by the voice on the other end.

"J-Jade?" Tori's voice broke over the phone.

"T-Tori...uh..." I said, not knowing what to say.

"Jade, we need to talk about this." Tori said with a sort of defiance.

"Talk about what?" I asked, trying to pretend like I didn't just tell Tori I loved her.

"You said you loved me...out in the rain." she said, repeating what happened.

"Well, you already know what happened! What do we need to talk about?" I asked her.

"Everything!" she said, and I could tell she was close to tears.

"No. I already know what you're going to say," I started, and then used my 'fake Tori' voice,"Jade, I just don't like you. I'm not gay, and you're a freaky goth chic." I said, with hurt in my voice. I knew that's what she was going to say. It had to be. Why would she waste her time with me?

"Jade, that's not-" Tori started, but I cut her off, turning my hurt and sadness into anger.

"Just...stop talking." I said coldly, "Look, Vega, I've got to go." I said, and hung up the phone. I tossed it to the side of me, on the couch, and sipped on my hot chocolate, waiting for the tears to come. When they finally did, it was like a waterfall.