A:N/ Chapter One. The more reviews I get the faster I will upload. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy and review.
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Chapter One.
You spent the first six months that you knew Tori, hating her, to put it simply. You threw vicious words at her every chance you got to. You made it your mission to ruin her day. To make her feel like she wasn't the most flawless human you had ever seen. You thought your words and antics would eat away at her, over time. You thought you had every right to treat her how you did. She crashed into your life, stole your boyfriends heart and ruined pretty much everything you knew. Although Beck stayed with you for the first six months that you knew Tori, you felt the love that was once there slowly disintegrate into a pile of ashes at the bottom of your heart. It should have hurt you a great deal more than it did when Beck left you, and it confused you that it didn't. This is where the dynamics of everything began to change. Where cracks began to appear in your solid pyramid, where imperfections trudged through your concrete walls that held them captive and revealed them selves to the world.
The changes were clear when the seventh month that you knew Tori came around. She was having a party for some reason that you didn't care enough to know. You only agreed to attend because Cat had asked you, whether or not you'd like to admit it, Cat held a special place in your cold heart, so you went with her. The party was full of people, many you didn't know, two tables were full of bottles upon bottles of alcohol, music pumped loudly from a speaker somewhere in the kitchen as bodies danced in the living room. You were impressed that Tori had it in her to throw a party of this kind. You poured yourself a solo cup of vodka and sipped it as you scanned the dance floor. Red hair swung and you knew it was Cat. You found your eyes trailing up a pair of tan legs that seemed to last for miles, you scanned a toned uper body as it swayed to the beat and finally you landed on a face that you had become to hate. Tori. Her auburn locks cascaded around her perfectly sculped face, a pair of arms reached above her head, as she twirled. You were enchanted, as you watched her dance. She caught your eyes, and you smirked, a wicked look that many feared. Tori exited the makeshift dance floor and saunted towards where you were standing, at the drinks table.
"Hey Jade." She said in a voice that reminded you so much of soft velvet as she poured herself a drink of some brown liquid you couldn't identify, she knocked the drink back in one swift motion.
"Vega." You replied dryly using the nickname you knew she hated, a hint of malice in your voice. She looked at you as though contemplating what to do or say next. She exhaled a shaky breath as she spoke next.
"Walk with me?" She asked in a voice that was so innocent and unsure. Unsure was something that Tori Vega was not and you replied before you even thought about it. You nodded your head with much more enthusiasm than you would have liked to display. The grin that spread across her face was blinding as she pulled you by the wrist towards her back yard. Surprisingly for a party, the back yeard was vacant, but then again it was a winters night. She released your hand and you both began walking.
"What did you want Vega?" You tried to sound bored you're not quite sure if it was convincing. You felt her shift from her left foot to her right foot.
"I just wanted to talk." Tori says so nochalantly. You nod your head again and she continues. "Why do you hate me?" Her voice sounded so weak and you stopped dead on the pathway in her back yard. You tortured her every chance you got, but you never asumed you'd have to answer why. She looked at you with nothing but curiousity as you contemplated running away or answering her.
"You really want to know why I hate you?" Your mouth twitched and she nodded. You took a deep breath as she shuffled from foot to foot, anxiously chewing on a plump lip. "I thought I hated you because you came to Hollywood Arts and took everything I had. Lead roles, Cat, Beck but it wasn't that. I hate you because you're everything I'm not. You're pure and golden and I'm well, I'm sinful and a pile of ashes. You're perfect and I'm immensely flawed, and you care about things and I don't. You can love and I don't think I ever can. And, and you're just fuck, you're everything I wish I was and everything I wish I had. I fucking hate you for it." Your hand grapsed the plastic cup tighter as you bit back tears after poruing your heart out to Tori Vega of all people. Tori had a look of confusion, adoration and rage plastered on her face all at once.
"You mean to tell me, you hate me because you're jealous?" She asked as her brows knitted together. Your grip on the plastic cup tightened even more and your fingers pierced the plastic as the cold liquid smothered your fingers.
"No, I hate you because, Your what I want!" You practically screamed as rage over took your body. Tori looked even more confused than she did before. You were too angry to even realise what you had just said.
"Do you know how hard to is to have someone crash into your life and change everything you know? Do you know how it feels to be so unsure of yourself, to have questioned everything you've done? I fucking hate that I want you. I hate that it feels as though you're in my veins and I can't get you out. I fucking hate that I can't stand the thought of you, but that I can't live without the thought of you!" Malice. Pure malice laced your voice along with venom. You visbly shook with rage. It was more than you could take. Tori finally spoke, her voice soft and vunerable.
"Y-You want me?" Tori sounded so small. She sounded miles away. So far yet so close. You nodded in confirmation you weren't sure if you could trust your voice, as she sighed. In relief? In annoyance? You'll never know. She took a step closer, her hand placed delicately on your upper arm. Even through your long sleeve you felt the burn of her skin, it was like a blaze of fire on your own skin. Everything about Tori burned. She was a fire that you couldn't put out no matter how many times you stood on it or no matter how many buckets of water was thrown at it at. It burned anyway.
You raised your head and you melted as your vision landed on a pair of brown eyes that held nothing but adoration and love. You had never seen anything like it. Not with Beck, not with anyone. It scared you, you wanted to run. The logical thing to do would be to run. Every nerve in your body screamed 'Run Jade, run." You stayed put, almost as if you were being pulled to her by some magnetic force.
You closed your eyes and you felt warm, burning flesh pressed to your mouth. Lips. Lips that burned your own. They created a fire as they moved against your own. Delicately burning a hole through your heart with each press to your mouth. A raging flame trying to burn you out. Trying to melt the ice burg that blocked it's route. It was then that you realised how cold you were. How different you were. How different from you Tori were. She was fire and you were ice and it wasn't supposed to work. You were made to fight, to hate eachother not love eachother. You felt hot hands on your neck and you winced as she scarred your skin with her touch. It was painful in the most pleasureable way. You became addicted and you never wanted to let that fire go.
As you stood on a cold winter night, vodka on your hands and Tori Vega's warm tongue in your cold mouth, thats when you realised things would never be the same, that all dynamics had changed forever. That maybe fire and ice could live as one, as a stream of steam.