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Two words

Chapter 2

Jade's POV

I hate the dentist, I really hate the dentist. Yes, the mighty Jade West is afraid of something. That happens to be dentists for me. I have to get not one but 2 cavities filled today. Both on the left side of my mouth. One upper Jaw and one lower Jaw.

My appointment is in the early afternoon so I took the whole afternoon from off from school. I head out right after 4th period.

The day itself started out as normal, except for the fact that my stomach was doing backflips all morning. I was just dreading going the dentist.

I didn't want to let on to the fact that I was nervous as hell. I was at my locker I saw Vega walk in, she smiled at me. I just don't know what to make of her. She's so fucking beautiful, so much I can't stand it. It just hurts too much to be around her. I like her but she won't like me, I need to keep her away. It's the only way.

Problem is that she won't stay away. She just keeps coming and coming. The harder I try to keep her away the harder she tries to be my friend. I don't want her as my friend. What I want I can never have.

Another problem is I don't want her to stay away as well. I torment her and I'm mean to her. She just deflects my treatment. I'm very conflicted when it comes to Vega.

But I have bigger problems today. As Vega walked past I just looked at her as usual trying to figure out who the hell she was. Everyone else I can figure out, her I simply can't

I ignored her in the one class I had her in the morning. I just didn't want to deal with her. I had a dentist appointment and the whole "is it safe" scene from the Marathon Man kept running through my head. I was very much on edge.

Sinjin said Hello to me between classes and the glare I gave him I'm pretty sure took about 10 years off his life. He quickly vanished looking like he was going to cry. I try to make him cry at least once a month. It keeps me in practice.

I was able to avoid Cat completely, for some odd reason she looked especially perky today. I didn't want to deal with her either. I'd probably snap at her and she would burst into tears. I don't like making Cat cry, I end up feeling sorry for her. It's much too easy anyway.

By fourth period I was now completely on edge.

I had gotten to my locker after fourth period and opened it up to grab my stuff so I could leave for the day. I opened my locker and saw a small slip of paper there sitting on top of one of my books. It wasn't there when I was there before 3rd period.

"What the?" I mumbled as I picked it up. It was a small piece of pink paper with 2 words written on it.

"You're Beautiful"

I could scarcely believe my eyes, but I had to be at the dentist in 30 minutes so I scooped up the piece of paper and tore out of there.

With traffic I just barely made it to the dentist in time for my appointment. While sitting in the waiting room I finally had a chance to examine the note. Fortunately the waiting room was empty so I could examine it alone.

It appeared to be a normal pink piece of paper about 2"X4" with the words "You're Beautiful" printed in neat block letters. I detected a scent so I pulled up the piece of paper and closed my eyes and smelled it. I felt a tingle run through my whole body as I inhaled the faint scent of the perfume. It was a beautiful scent.

My heart skipped a beat as I came to a stunning realization, Pink paper and that perfume, "A girl sent this note" I whispered quietly to myself.

I just sat there for several moments with a shocked expression on my face as it all sank in. "Holy fuck, a girl likes me" I found myself smiling in the empty waiting room. Contrary to popular opinion at Hollywood Art's high, I do not have a heart of stone.

I do have a certain reputation as a mean heartless bitch, but the thing with reputations is that they can be a trap sometimes. After a while all they see is the reputation and forget there is a real person with real feelings behind it. A little like an actor or actress being typecast. A person gets stuck in a role and can't get out of it.

My mind raced through all the girls at Hollywood arts I knew, which one was it. I had to know who sent this note. I was thrilled and just blown away all at the same time.

But that brought me to my next question, why only two words?

Usually people will write a whole note saying how they feel and stuff like this. This person only wrote 2 words.

"Why just two words?" I said quietly to myself.

I smelled the perfume again, it was an unusual scent and I didn't recognize it. I was brought out of my reverie by the nurse saying the doctor was ready.

Oddly enough the note had taken the edge off for me. I wasn't a total nervous wreck as I was before. I had to know who this was. Though in the back of my mind there existed the possibility that someone was yanking my chain. I desperately hoped not.

If it was a Joke, it would be the last joke they played on anyone if I found them.

I ended up in the chair for over an Hour. First there was the Novocain which made the left side of my face feel like it had swollen enormously. Then I suffered through the drilling and everything that went with it. The thought of the note helped me, a silly as it sounds.

Afterward I felt like absolute crap. Even with the numbing my Jaw felt like someone smashed it with a brick.

I got home around 3 in the afternoon. The first thing I did was to tack the little note to the bulletin board in my room. Normally I would hide it away for no one to see, but for some reason I just couldn't.

I think it was because I loved it.

There were two text's from Cat one asking how I was feeling and another was one of her random texts saying what ever happened to be going through the red haired girls mind.

To Jade: My Cat, Mr. Blunden, threw up in my room.

Sometimes they made sense sometimes they didn't. Mr. Blunden was Cat's Cat and was a rather large orange tabby. She named him after a character in some old 80's TV show. It was something about a school.

Sometimes I wondered which Cat was smarter.

I just put my phone on the charger, took some aspirin and went to sleep.

I woke up about 2 hours later, feeling even worse as the Novocain had worn off. My jaw was completely sore.

I decided to do nothing and watch some horror films and shred a couple of magazines with scissors to pass the time. I picked an old but surprisingly good one from 1983 called "The Final Terror"

Standard setup bunch of young people go camping in the woods and meet an insane killer. In this one they actually don't act incredibly stupid, they smartly try to defend themselves. Instead of running around like idiots getting picked off one at a time.

I have a thing for the classic slasher films of the 80's. Not nearly as gory as some of today's entries such as the latest one "The Scissoring part 2, Casual Friday." Who would think you could set an effective slasher film in a large corporate office? I'm getting that as soon as it comes out on video.

I decided to stick with the 80's again for the 2nd film which was a 1985 Italian horror film called Demons. It is one of my favorites. Bunch of people found themselves trapped in a movie theatre with a bunch of demons. If you get bit by one, you turn into one quickly.

I was still feeling like crap and really didn't feel like dealing with anyone.

Near the end of the 2nd film I got a text from Vega.

To Jade: I heard you were at the dentist, I hope it went well and you feel better.

I huffed in frustration. I was in bad mood and just couldn't deal with her right now so I fired off a reply to get her off my back.

To Tori: Were not friends, why do you care?

I found myself regretting I had sent that almost right after I sent it. Her reply came a few seconds later.

To Jade: I consider you a friend and I care about my friends, I guess I'm just wasting my time. I'm sorry I bothered you. Good night.

That was a bit of a harsh reply for the sweet goodie goodie Tori Vega. I found myself regretting it even more. I simply cannot stand the thought of her hating me as strange as it sounds.

I called her but she didn't answer her phone.

"Shit" I said out loud. "That Latina is going to be the death of me!"

Endless frustration stems from her. I don't want her around but when she's not there I think about her. She's beautiful but I can't stand the sight of her.

I waited a few minutes and called again. The phone just rang.

"Uggg" I groaned out loud. Vega is so frustrating.

I decided to send her a text

To Tori: Answer your phone Vega.

I looked at the note I had tacked on my bulletin board. "At least someone likes you Jade, I wish it was Tori" I said quietly.

I sent one more text.

To Tori: You're ignoring me now aren't you

Like the old Beatles song I got No reply.

I decided to send one last text.

To Tori: My jaw feel's like someone punched it, I'll be fine, thanks for asking

I felt a bit better sending that.

Tori still didn't reply and I did find that a bit worrying.

I got up and traced my fingers along the writing on the note I had received and smiled.

I returned to my movie and soon after went to bed. I found myself dreaming of the mysterious unseen figure who wrote the note. She was standing at the end of a long dark hallway. No matter how hard I tried to see, I was never able to glimpse her face.

In the dream I yelled out "Why just two words?" but the figure said nothing.

Soon after that dream ended and once again I returned to dream about a certain Latina girl as I had done some many times before.

I see Jade as a person very much at war with herself over her feelings for Tori. I always kind of figured she hated Tori because she thought she couldn't have her. Just my 2 cents on the subject.

The Films mentioned "The Final Terror" From 1983 and "Demons" From 1985 are both real films and pretty decent.

If you figured out what Mr. Blunden is a reference to, than give yourself a gold star.