The next morning, Tori woke up to Trina yelling at her to get up. She reluctantly opened her eyes, the sunlight almost blinding her. She had passed out on her living room couch in the outfit she wore to the party.

"Tori!" Trina shouted in her face. "I'm hungry. Make me something to eat."

Tori closed her eyes again, trying to make the pounding in her head go away. It was like a million tiny hammers were banging on her head at once.

"I'm not your personal chef. Go make something yourself."

"Ugh, fine. I'll do it myself just because you have a hangover today."

Tori nodded, making her headache feel worse. She groaned.

"So, that was some party last night, huh?" Trina chattered excitedly from the kitchen. "I almost got a super hot boy's number until he ran away saying his hamster died. Poor guy."

Tori smiled. She still couldn't believe her sister didn't figure out guys make up terrible excuses just so she'll leave them alone.

"I heard you had a pretty interesting night yourself."

"I guess."

"I still can't believe you kissed Jade West. That's all anyone could talk about for the rest of the night. It got so annoying."

"Well, I'm sorry you had to listen to it. But I didn't kiss her. She kissed me," Tori corrected.

"Whatever," Trina said, now uninterested in the topic. She finished making herself a sandwich and went upstairs.

The memories of the night before started flooding back to her. She remembered talking to her friends, drinking, dancing with Jade, Jade's kiss. She touched her lips, feeling Jade's kiss still lingering. She remembered how gorgeous Jade looked in her dress and the shock on everyone's faces when Jade pulled away from her. Tori herself didn't know what to think at the time.

That's when she remembered Jade's jealousy and Beck and the Northridge girls. Jade has used her to get Beck's attention. And it certainly had worked. After Jade left the party, Beck left the girls and talked to Andre and Robbie instead. Tori was so embarrassed about Jade that she couldn't bring herself to talk to any of the boys for the rest of the night. She hung out with Cat instead, who was too drunk to notice or care about what was going on around her.

Even though she knew the kiss had been an act, a performance directed by Jade, she couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything. Jade was usually a lot friendlier to Tori when she was drunk, but the kiss had been so intense and passionate for just a drunk kiss. At least it felt that way to her. And as Robbie would say, "You can't fake that kind of passion." Tori couldn't help but wonder if the kiss meant more to Jade than just a way to get a few moments in the spotlight.

Probably not, she thought to herself and sighed. Jade hates me when she's sober.

She started to feel sick, the aftershock from last night. Groaning, she buried her head in the pillow to block out the sunlight streaming through the windows. She fell asleep, replaying the kiss in her head as if she hit a repeat button on the memory.

The black curtains on Jade's bedroom windows blocked the California sun from infiltrating her room. She slowly pulled the covers away, letting her white furry friend fall to the floor. Her dress and shoes laid on the ground in a crumpled ball by the closet.

In her drunken stupor, Jade had managed to get a quick shower and change into shorts and a T-shirt before falling asleep in her bed, and she silently praised her drunk self for being sensible. She climbed out of bed, saw the dark circles under her eyes in her mirror, and fell back into her pillow. She looked gross and knew it was better to stay in bed for a few more hours.

Her PearPhone vibrated on her nightstand and Jade groaned. She was really not in the mood to talk to people today, especially after last night. Reluctantly, she glanced at the phone and her heart dropped.

We need to talk, it read. It was from Beck.

About what? she replied, playing dumb.

Last night. Come over.

Jade sighed and typed back a short response. Quickly, she grabbed a pair of jeans, combat boots, and a black T-shit and got dressed. She rushed through her daily hair and make up routine, making herself look presentable. Not exactly hot, but presentable.

She ran out the door to her car and hurried over to Beck's house.

Beck was waiting outside for her, arms folded over his chest as if he was ready to scold her for her bad behavior. And Jade knew he probably was.

"Hey," she said, not meeting his eyes.

"Hey." He opened the door and led her to the kitchen where there were two cups of coffee sitting on the table.

Jade sat in the seat she usually sat at whenever she went to Beck's house and sipped the coffee. Two sugars, just the way she liked it.

They sat in silence for what felt like hours to Jade, awkwardly sipping their coffee and avoiding each other's eyes. Finally, Beck spoke.

"So, I don't know what happened last night, but the stunt you pulled was stupid and immature."

"I didn't pull any stunts," she retorted.

"Kissing Tori? That's a childish stunt, Jade. Look, I'm sorry I tried to kiss her, but that weeks ago. The Platinum Music Awards thing is all in the past, so it's time for you to move on."

"Oh, you think I did this to get back at you?" She looked at him in disbelief. "It's not all about you."

"It's not? You could have fooled me."

She sipped her coffee as she tried to think of something to say. But he was right. The kiss was all about him.

"Maybe I like Tori," she said, surprising herself.

"You...like...Tori?" he laughed.

"I do," she lied. "I'm sorry if it pisses you off that I'm stealing your girl, but you have to get over it. I. Like. Tori."

"Stop lying to me, Jade," he said. She could see in his eyes he was starting to believe her.

"I'm not," she replied confidently.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we? But you don't have to be a slut just because we broke up."

"I'm not a slut!" she shouted.

"Well, you sure are acting like one!"

"I'm leaving," she announced angrily.

"Good."

Jade pushed her chair back and stomped over to the door.

"Jade, wait."

She turned around and found a teary-eyed Beck staring at her.

"What?" She could feel her heart dropping into her stomach.

He grabbed her wrists tightly, so she couldn't move. He leaned his head in for a kiss and whispered, "I love you."

Jade was taken aback by his sudden change of heart and was tempted to kiss him. She loved feeling this close to him. His touch, his smell, his presence was so familiar to her. And Jade had missed it.

She snapped back into reality, remembering his hurtful words to her. They weren't together anymore, and Beck had no right to play with her emotions. Adrenaline pumping, she pushed him into the wall. He let go of her as his head thumped against it.

"Don't be a slut!" she screamed at him as she stomped out the door. She sprinted to her car, revved the engine, and sped away. She needed to talk to Tori.