A/N: Okay I know I just posted the first part today, but I just couldn't concentrate on anything without getting this done first.

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I'll be switching the POV every chapter (;

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Tori's POV

The small phone landed on the untouched bed for the fifth time in the last five minutes. It was almost three in the morning at the young Vega could not get to sleep. The school day had been miserably long for the brunette. It had been one of those days. In the last four, almost five weeks, Sikowitz had asked that she and the raven haired girl be the main performers in his improv lessons. It had been one of those days. Sikowitz had called on the two girls.

The moment she was faced with the blue eyes Tori felt a painful pang in her chest. It was the same one she felt the day the girl turn her back on her and ran off. Swallowing the urge to break down in the middle of the stage Tori mustered up the best smile with the use of some happy memories, after all she was an actress. By the time their performance was over it was too late. The brunette realized all the happy memories she had used to keep the masking smile on had been of the pale girl.

Barely managing to keep herself together, Tori all but ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. She wanted to talk to the blue eyed girl more than anything, but it was clear she didn't want to hear what she had to say. She couldn't handle being anywhere near the girl once class was over. Claiming to have a migraine, the young Vega left the school.

Here she was now in the middle of the night unable to push away the memories she had stirred up in class. She couldn't bear with the idea of sleeping in her own bed. Too many memories. Everything had a memory with the Goth. She wanted to talk to someone, needed to talk to someone. Calling Cat again would be too much at this point. She has called the red head most nights since-

Tori looked at the vibrating cellphone. It's three in the morning, she thought. She picked up the object and read the screen.

"Hey, Tori. How are you?" the friendly voice asked.

Tori let out a watery laugh. "Hey, Cat. I'm- I'm okay." She tried her best to keep her tone steady.

The end of the phone was silent for a moment. "Can you open the door, I'm downstairs."

The tan girl's jaw dropped in appreciation and surprise. She was speechless. The red head never failed to amaze her. She hung up the phone and quietly made her way downstairs to open the door to a red head she really needed. "Cat," was the only word that escaped the Latina's lips before she found the small arms wrapping around her.

Tori has no idea how they made it to her room, but the next thing she knows she was in her room on her bed with the red head holding her as she cried her eyes out.

"I knew you weren't okay," the small red head whispered. She stroked the brown locks. It was something her mother did when she cried. It seemed to be calming the girl. "Tori, you can't keep doing this to yourself. It's unhealthy for you."

The brunette sniffled. "I know. I just can't help it, Cat. I love her. I can't stand it. I thought she felt the same way." She began to cry again. She sat up roughly wiping away the tears. "I don't know how much more I can take, Cat." It was eating her inside.

The red head knitted her brows in confusion. "Why did you leave earlier?" she asked carefully

Tori looked down at her hands. "I just remembered." She gave the girl a small smile and lay back. "We used to so happy and the way she looked at me on the stage…I just forgot for one second that it was over." She swallowed a sob.

The small girl nodded hugging the Latina. She wasn't okay. Of course not. Cat knew that from the moment she decided to go home. Jade was being so hard headed, she thought.

"I'm so stupid," the brunette whispered. "She-," she paused debating with or not she wanted to know the answer. "She hates me doesn't she?"

The red head clenched her jaw. "Of course not, Tori. You know how Jade is."

The half-Latina nodded, wincing at the sound of the name. The Goth had hated her once before, why would she decide not to do it again. As much as it hurt her to have the pale girl being so cold toward her, it was okay as long as the girl was not hurting like her. That was all that mattered.

Tori knew Jade better than anyone. She knew how the girl was and she knew when the girl didn't want something she did everything in her power to make sure the message was clear. It was going to be a painful journey. The last month has been more than miserable, but she had to accept the reality of the case. Jade doesn't want her. She's made it more than clear.

Enough is enough, she thought. She had cried long enough. No matter how wrong the idea of moving on felt, it had to be done. For the Goth's sake and her own sake. Jade seemed to be moving on and getting back to how things were before they- before everything. Tori had to do the same. She had to get back to her life. She had to get it through her head. She didn't, couldn't and wouldn't love Jade. It was over

The red head beside her had fallen asleep. She was always going to owe the girl for being at her side, but she had to stop this. She could not continue to disrupt the giggly girl's life. "Thank you," she whispered to the silence.

Tori sighed and leaned into the pillow the dark haired girl would sleep on. No matter how much it was going to hurt, Tori had to try. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be consumed by the thoughts and memories of the raven haired girl one last time. I love you, Jade, she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

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