Hello dear readers! I am soooo sorry this took so long to update, but it seemed that my entire life came together for three months to keep me from relating the rest of this story… But I'm back! And without further ado, here is the next chapter!

Disclaimer: Must I remind you that I tragically do not own this show?

Note: This is a repost of Chapter 2 because I only just now saw the odd formatting issue that happened with the last chapter. Sorry that happened, and thankyou to everyone for their continued responses! Here's a much more readable version of the chapter!

He was pushing himself impossibly closer to her, pushing himself farther in at the same time. It hurt so badly, and she begged him to stop but- Tori woke up gasping. She clamped a hand over her mouth and, only barely making it to even the bathroom sink, attempted to vomit. But there was nothing left in there to come up, so her body just dry heaved over and over again, agony welling once again in her torso. When her stomach had finished attempting to rebel against her memory, Tori went slowly back into her room, and, seeing the time was only 3:09, settled in for a long night.

When her alarm went off, disturbing her from the same unpleasant dream, Tori grabbed some clothes and took a shower. After quickly drying off, she looked in the mirror. Dark bags had taken residence under her eyes, and Tori settled in to having to put on large amounts of makeup. Upon coming out, she realized that last night she had forgotten to finish her homework. Unfortunately, not all of her classes were dramatic in nature. She had a math, science, and English course, and they were all terrible. She had forgotten to do several math problems- graphing polynomials- and she already had a C in that class! She would just have to do it in Sikowitz's class.

She grabbed her backpack, forcibly keeping her thoughts from turning to last night. She would just try to forget about it. She ran downstairs and ate a quick bowl of cereal with Trina. She kept going on and on about some new shoes she was desperate for, and Tori didn't tune her out this time. Normally she tuned out the mindless blather, but at least this wasn't about Danny.

Trina continued to talk about these shoes the entire way to Hollywood Arts, and while Tori had been grateful for the distraction earlier, she was now quickly losing whatever temper she had left. Trina pulled up to their school, and Tori practically threw herself from the car. Robby and Rex waved to her, "Hi Tori!"

"Hey Tori," Rex said.

After having escaped Trina's talk of shoes, she was now exposed to Robby and Rex, who were apparently having (yet another) argument. "But, Tori, Rex promised he would get me a date with those North Ridge girls- Tori are you listening to me?"

"Honestly… No. I'm sorry, I'm just tired," she excused herself, feeling guilty for having been rude to Robby.

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Like when Rex keeps me up all night, worried that he won't come home, and-" Tori had already stopped paying attention. She tried to focus on Robby, but her mind kept drifting back to last night. It was in this dreamlike state that she went to her locker and to Sikowitz class.

Tori collapsed into the chair that on her first day at Hollywood Arts she had claimed as her own. She rubbed a weary hand over her eyes before leaning over to pull out the much dreaded math homework. She sent her mind back to the previous day, trying to recover something from the murky memories she had. Something about filling out a chart?

She was broken from her math reverie by Andre. "What's up Tori Vega?" he asked her excitedly. Her only response was a glare. "Okay, bad question. What's wrong Vega?"

She opened her mouth, and she could feel the story rising in her throat, wishing to make itself known to the world, but she shove it back down. You can't tell anyone, her mind seemed to whisper in response. She twisted her mouth and just said she was 'having a bad day'. It was a hell of an understatement, but it would have to do.

Andre nodded and backed off, kind of scared of Tori. He sat by her and pulled out his math homework. He put it directly on top of hers, and she looked back, the right side of her mouth pulled up into a small smile of thanks. She quickly went about the process of copying before Sikowitz walked straight into class. He turned into the classroom, excitedly shouting (which was impressive, considering he still had a straw connected to a coconut stuck in his mouth), "Hello class! Today, we are going to be covering the art of characterization! To demonstrate, Beck and Jade please come up! Yes come on, come on! Very good! Now let's see, Beck, if you were to be an old man who had just found out that his son was gay, how would you hold yourself? Good, Now, Jade…"

Tori abandoned any attempt to listen to him at this point. Sure, he was an excellent teacher, but she just wasn't in the mood to deal with his going on about acting. Her mind kept drifting, and however hard she tried to steer it away from last night, the pain 'down there' kept drawing her mind back to it. It also did not help matters that her head was hurting, making it nearly impossible to think about anything. She was pulled from her reverie by someone calling her name, "Tori? Tori Vega?"

Tori blinked the dry glaze from her eyes, "Yes?" She asked, acutely aware that every eye in the room was focused on her.

"Well," Sikowitz drew the word out, "I had been asking what would aid Jade's impossible poor acting of her Martian investigator – OW!" Jade had thrown Sikowitz's now empty coconut at the back of his head. "But now I am just dying to know what you're thinking about. Is it a boy? Is he cute?" By the end of his little speech, Sikowitz had pulled up a chair so his chest was against the back of it and was talking like a teenage girl.

Tori clenched and unclenched her jaw. She tried to push the burning out of her cheeks, but it seemed the only way for the fire to stop there was to empty the freaking Hoover Dam on them. She put every ounce of herself into her glare, and of course into holding back tears, but he didn't have to know that, now did he?

"I was thinking that last night my ex-boyfriend found me and raped me because I broke up with him and he was drunk. I was also thinking how damn much my head hurt, but of course, that too was his fault. So yes, Sikowitz, I did have something rather important to think about. And frankly, I don't care about this class."

Of course, that is what Tori would have said had she the guts too. As it was, she clenched her jaw even tighter, grabbed her bag, and walked out without a word. She ignored Sikowitz's call and everyone's shocked expressions. She just walked away. Tori Vega only stopped walking when she felt someone's hand wrap around her wrist. Her entire body whipped around in a panic to see her captor. Her eyes widened at the betrayal.

"Let me go."

"No."

"Andre, I do not need this. Just let me go," Tori pled.

"What's wrong?" Andre asked. Tori had to admit, that was one thing she had always liked about Andre. He was straightforward and didn't try to sugar coat it. Also, he was stubborn; a trait of her own that she admired in other people. And she had to admit, he had her torn. She didn't want to completely shut him out, but she also knew that telling him was impossible. She couldn't lose a friend though, so she would have to choose her words carefully. "Last night, I saw Danny." Andre nodded, prompting her to continue. "We talked, and it didn't end well." Not a lie. It was just missing a few pertinent details. Like, you know, a penis being shoved up a vagina.

"I'm sorry," Andre said. "Oh, Tori, would you mind helping me out on a song for music class?" It was amazing how fast he had managed to change the conversation, "I really need an amazing vocal artist and I think you would be perfect!" He turned on the puppy dog eyes that he had once when he was getting her into their school. She sighed through her nose and pulled his hand off of hers.

"Fine," she allowed. What harm could it do? As he led her away, she thought maybe things really can get better.