Author's Note: Hey, everyone! So I finally hit on idea for this new chapter and decided to run with it. It might not be cleverly crafted, but then again, this whole project was a spontaneous decision. Hope you enjoy Jade's new POV :D Warning: this chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual acts. So if you're young and innocent and don't like reading about sex, then why are you in the M-rated section? Just curious.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or its beautiful cast. Just my own perversely dirty mind.

It's 8pm, almost time to head out for 'Carnivale'.

And what is Carnivale, you might ask? Well I'll tell you, little demented soul just like me.

Technically, it's a school event, but kinda like another Kickback party. It's like Halloween, but earlier in the year than October, where kids get to dress up in scary (but mostly stupid) costumes for kicks.

Normally, Beck would be over at my house right now begging and pleading with me to be cool just this once and go with him to a school event. But since we're officially on the 'out' this time, I don't have to put up with his nagging anymore. Doesn't mean I don't miss the existence of a significant other in my life, it just takes some getting used to.

It' not like I'm scared of showing up at school alone. I'm used to people staring at me and getting out of my way when I walk past them. In fact, I like it and encourage people to fear me.

No, that's not it at all.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but…I'm scared about seeing Vega tonight. We haven't spoken in a couple of days since the 'tent incident' when we kissed.

I'm pretty clueless about how that even happened. Because I'm pretty sure that I dragged her into that tent to fuck her brains out and then ditch her afterwards like she did to me the night before, well kind of.

But I couldn't do it.

It was just the two of us in the tent and…I couldn't fucking do anything. All I could do was stare at her with my heart in my throat, like I was scared to hurt her or something. I've never had that feeling with Beck. That doesn't mean I didn't love him. I took him for granted, I know that now. But I cared about him in my own way, as pathetic as that sounds. It was different with Beck and it's different with Tori in a way that I can't fucking reconcile myself with. And it makes me pretty mad at Tori for making me feel this way.

At least I'm not pissed off at Vega for coming up with a lame idea like Carnivale, even though she's totally psyched about it. That, my friends, was her sister's bright idea. Who knew that there was a brain with basic cognitive functions under all of that hair? Although, I'm pretty sure she got the idea from 'Fame'.

Maybe it wasn't Tori's idea, but knowing her, she probably went to every town in town to find the perfect costume to wear.

Not me.

Tonight's costume is simple black mixed with more black. Black mini-skirt, black corset-style tank top, black jewellery on my wrists, black fishnet stockings and black combat boots. And…wait for it…a velvet black cape with a hood to complete the picture. I'm Death – my costume, that is. When I told my parents, my dad rolled at his eyes and my mom made an attempt to pretend like she knew what I was talking about.

Whatever.

I don't care what they think. If anyone asks me who I'm supposed to be at Carnivale, then I'm dressed as Death. Maybe I really am Death, that's how I feel these days. Like I'm not really here, like I should be somewhere else.

Just…anywhere but where I really am.

Ok, that's stupid and depressing, even for me. Where else would I be? Right now, my ass is late for a party I don't even wanna go to. But it's better than sitting at home with my parents. Tonight, Death is riding in her mom's eco-friendly Toyota Prius.

Lame.

Little does my mom know that I'm currently defiling her precious Pear-pod dock with Marilyn Manson and Rage Against The Machine instead of her usual Christian music driving down the 101 and heading to Hollywood Arts.

I'm parked outside school in no time. I can already hear music blaring from the quad when I get out the car and lock the doors. Urgh, it sounds like Sinjin's (guess we couldn't out-vote him this time) playing Paradiso Girls. Why doesn't somebody just stab me with a pair of blunt scissors right now and put me out of my misery? I hope he'll break even eventually and at least play some Florence & The Machine during the night – they're…tolerable.

Of course there were a bunch of people dancing and drinking under the starry night sky and laughing together – morons. But when I got inside, I was pleasantly surprised. Everywhere I turned, the walls and the ceiling were draped with what looked like bits of black and silvery paper, reflecting off the moonlight poking through the windows. It was like a maze.

Not bad, decorating crew.

The stairway above Sikowitz's classroom where I had sat a few days ago was luminous with neon lights where people were sliding down the banisters. And there were strobe lights everywhere, flickering off of everything human and inanimate, like we were all moving in slow motion.

Then a werewolf jumped in right of me and began howling in my ears – what the fuck?

"Hey, Jade."

Oh, it's just Andre.

"Hey, Dre. What up with the costume?" I asked, even though I didn't really care about the answer.

"I'm a werewolf." Andre answered proudly.

Weird thing to be proud about, dude. I think I nodded in response because I really didn't know what else to say.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Death."

Yip, I could see the cogs in Andre's brain whirring around while he tried to process what I said to him. Then I saw him give up just like I knew he would when he failed to comprehend why anyone would dress up as Death for a party. Andre's a cool guy, but he doesn't have any imagination.

"Ch-yeah, ok. Well for what it's worth, you look really hot." He praised in a sincere voice with a subtle once-over, his eyes following the line where my skirt ended and my legs began.

"Thanks, dude." I replied graciously.

"Gotta go, got some sophomores to go and scare."

And then I watched him jogging down the hallway, shaking my head. At the end of the day, there are just some things that I'll never understand about guys. Andre should stick to what he knows best, which is playing piano. Then I was heading for the Black Box, where the main festivities were happening, people walking all around me in curves of light and grotesque faces. I still had my hood on my head as I walked, it made me feel strangely anonymous in this crowd, but in a good way.

All of the chairs had been removed from the Black Box and Sinjin was playing music from the balcony. He was dressed in 70's disco attire (go figure) – at least he didn't need to style his hair differently. I bumped into Cat, who was dressed at Cat-Girl, complete with adorable cat ears, cat whiskers and black nose drawn onto her face, black mini-dress, black elbow-length gloves and a pair of her crazy high heels that had to be about 10 inches.

"Hey, Cat." I greeted as cordially as possible.

"Hey, Jade. Wow, you look really great! Who are you supposed to be?" Cat asked wonderingly.

"Death." I answered promptly while waiting for her reaction.

"Cool. But you know – I think Death could use a little more colour, like pink and blue. Then it could've matched your hair like before," Cat pointed out eagerly and giggling.

This what I like about Cat. She never bullshits the bullshit. She's always honest, even when it sounds incredibly stupid. You gotta admire that.

"Thanks, Cat. I like your costume – it's…really original."

It was worth it to lie for a moment when Cat began doing a happy dance with the biggest smile on her face.

"Wow, thanks, Jade! I'm gonna go grab some candy."

"Catch ya later."

"Kk!"

Naturally, Robbie had brought Rex along with him. Rex was dressed up like Dracula while Robbie was wearing a white toga, brown sandals and a green wreath in his hair.

I'm not even gonna try explaining that to myself right now…

They were standing near the back wall with Trina close by, dressed like the Queen of Sheba by the looks of it. I didn't even realise that I was looking for somebody specific until I saw an all-too-familiar face from a few meters away.

Found her.

And she looks…better than I imagined. I expected Vega to rock up in some clichéd princess outfit or something. She was dressed in a corset-styled white blouse with gold trimming down the middle and long-sleeves made of lace, her tanned shoulders bare and on display for any wandering eye. She was wearing a red mini-skirt with matching red lacy trimming that hung above her knees, showing off her long legs, covered by a pair of black leather ankle boots. Her hair was its usual mass of wavy curls, a pair of gold hoop earrings dangling from her ears. And she was holding a stack of tarot cards in her hand while chatting to a blonde-haired HA student.

She looked like an extra straight out of 'Pirates of the Caribbean', but in a not-so-cheesy way.

Not cheesy at all.

"Wow, Tori looks beautiful tonight." Robbie murmured wistfully.

"Yeah yeah, she's supposed to be a gypsy. Big deal, back to my costume now." Trina interrupted while doing a ridiculous twirl on the spot to get Robbie's attention.

"Close your mouth, boy. And keep reading those last few chapters on puberty before thinking about gettin' with Tori." Rex piped up in a malicious tone.

"I was not thinking about getting with Tori, it was a compliment! Rex, why do you have always have to be so mean?" Robbie yelled.

"It's not mean, that's just real talk!" Rex shot back.

"You're not seriously gonna take that from him, are ya?" Trina demanded in a haughty voice.

"Take that from him – he's a puppet!" I retorted in disbelief with a hand pointed at Rex before clasping my face in my hands and groaning loudly.

"Rex is a person!" Robbie fumed at me, as if I'm the one talking chiz right now.

Why do I even bother engaging with Laurel and Hardy? I really don't wanna stand here listening to these two pansies anymore. So I roll my eyes and walk forward, my eyes instinctively scanning the crowd for more familiar faces. But my eyes keep flicking back towards Tori time and time again.

She was done talking to the blonde chick I first saw her with when someone tapped her gently on the shoulder. My stomach started churning when I laid eyes on Beck for the first time all night. We hadn't really spoken that much since the break-up; not even in class or at lunch, even though we both sat with our group of friends every single day. He wasn't in costume as far as I could tell, unless it was some bad impression of the 'T-Birds' from Grease. He was wearing a leather jacket over his usual pair of black jeans, a blue and white plaid shirt and black boots on his feet.

He seemed pretty interested in something that Tori was telling him, going so far as to cock his head back while he laughed. He looks…pretty happy. Should he really be this happy now that we're not together anymore?

And then the unthinkable happened: Beck asked Tori to dance. Curse Sinjin for playing a romantic ballad right now! It was like my worst nightmare confirmed. Except that it was some warped version of it, like changing the official rules in the middle of a chess game. All of my sudden blinding rage and turmoil should've been focused primarily on Beck. And yet…I couldn't take my eyes off of Tori while she wrapped her arms around Beck and rested her head on his shoulder in a comfortable way. Why did this picture seem so…right and…simple?

I don't even know why I was crying or who I was crying for. Logically, it should've been Beck, and on some level, it still was. But then there was Tori and the mind-fuck started up all over again. She was dancing with Beck and it's all I can think about. Like I should be cutting in, breaking them apart and…

Dancing with her instead. Stealing her away from Beck before he realises something vital about her, something that might make him fall for her too, if he hasn't already.

God, this is so screwed up! What the fuck is wrong with me? What am I thinking?

And then, I'm not thinking anymore. I'm doing, walking right towards them, my boots making no noise over the music blaring in my ears.

"Hey, mind if I cut in? 'K thanks, bye!" I fumed at Beck with a fake smile on my face before dragging Tori away with me.

Then Tori's shouting in my ear and trying to pull out of my grasp. But I ignore her and keep walking out of the Black Box and into the hallway. Tori may be crazy good at dragging people (and me) into janitor closets, but I can do it right back. There are no more people sliding down the banisters above Sikowitz's classroom – it's quiet out here with just the baseline of the music throbbing on the tiles.

I almost lose my balance when Tori finally pushes me away. She's got this savage look on her face and she's breathing really hard, which makes me think that she must be pretty pissed off at me for interrupting her dance with Beck.

"Why did you bring me out here?" she yelled furiously.

"I thought you could use a little fresh air," I replied dryly.

"Don't play games with me, Jade! What the hell was that back there?" she demanded, turning back just a little to point at the entrance to the Black Box.

"I don't want you dancing with Beck." I answered truthfully while folding my arms over my chest.

"Are you jealous?" Tori questioned, like she couldn't believe what I was saying to her.

"Yes, I was jealous."

"Are you kidding me? You broke up with him two weeks ago! What could you possibly be jealous of?"

"OF HIM!"

Shit, did I just yell like that? For a split second, it sounded like someone else yelling these things at Tori, not me.

"I'm jealous of him." I answered more quietly.

Tori's eyes had gone wide like she was having a stroke. But then her expression changed and she started staring, like I had a giant bug on my face or something.

"Jade, are you crying?"

"No!" I snapped, but still wiping wet tears off of my face with the back of my hand anyway. Thank God I'm wearing water-proof mascara.

"You have been crying. Why?" Tori asked in a curious kind of way.

How the hell should I know why? I don't know anything anymore.

"I don't know," I muttered, turning away from her and folding my arms more tightly.

But Tori was having none of that because I felt her hands on my shoulders and she was spinning me around again.

"Look at me, Jade."

It wasn't a command, more like a plea. This was nothing like how she'd been when she came to my house. She'd been angry that night; I'm not an idiot, I knew that the second she barged into my room.

Tonight was different. She was touching me gently, like she didn't wanna hurt me or scare me off. And then there was that damn look in her eye, the one that lets you know that she's not gonna let you off the hook that easily.

The one that says she cares.

I hate that look.

"What?"

I meant for my tone to be angrier, more scathing. Instead, it came out far more choked than it was supposed to. What's happening to me?

She wasn't saying anything, just looking at me, her hand moving towards my cheek to cup it. I shivered slightly because her hand was so warm. Something shifted in those brown eyes of hers when I did that. But before I could do anything else, she leaned in towards me and started kissing me.

And I was kissing her back, just like last time. How it could be that I had started all of this in the first place and yet, Tori was the one constantly trying to seduce me?

Not this time.

With that thought in mind, I wrapped my arms tightly around her back. I changed our positions and slammed her into the wall that was previously behind me, trapping her body with mine. Tori barely flinched from the impact as my lips found hers again, my hands moving down to her waist. Then they travelled lower till I reached the hem of her skirt, fingers grasping at those incredible legs of hers. She moaned against my mouth and my hand moved right underneath the fabric, touching her bare skin and revelling in the sensation. My heart started drumming away in my chest as I shuddered above her, my lips pushing and pulling at hers in ecstasy. I pulled her leg up and hitched it around my own waist, my fingers travelling higher and higher up her thigh. Then my lips were shifting from her mouth down to her neck (no biting this time). I saved that for one of her bare shoulders, which looked oh so inviting in the moment, trapping it between my teeth while I sucked down hard on the skin.

"Jade…"

It wasn't a protest or a plea to stop. Tori was moaning my name, and that gave me more incentive to keep going with this crazy game of snakes and ladders. I adjusted her leg and moved more into her till our chests were pressed up against each other's. Then my hands travelled back up her skirt, sliding over her underwear till I found the edges. Then I was pulling them down this time and not like in the janitor's closet when I simply teased her without any payoff whatsoever. I meant to deliver on that front tonight. Tori wasn't trying to stop me at all either and that just made the blood ring in my ears all the way down to my hands on her body.

Her underwear pooled around her ankles and I started touching her for real. Memories of that first encounter in the janitor's closet began overwhelming my brain like a virtual reality game. But we'd never come this close, choosing instead to stay on the fringes of what was right and normal.

All of that was about to change in the next few seconds.

The feel of her moist centre trying to push against my fingers with the movement of her hips made my legs feel like jelly and a wave of pure lust crashed over me till I was drowning in it. And then I was pushing one digit slowly into her, letting her warmth spread through me too. Tori cried out in pleasure at the first contact and I pushed in deeper. I moaned at the unbelievable feeling of finally being inside of her as my finger started a slow rhythm for both of us to get better acquainted with.

It wasn't long before Tori began grinding her hips in earnest against mine, trying to get more contact with my finger. I added a second finger and Tori gasped sharply, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open in a silent scream.

I started picking up the pace and moved my hips against hers, fusing our lips as we moved together. But you couldn't tell that just from watching. The strobe lights echoing off the open entrance to the Black Box several meters away were hitting the wall I had Tori up against at different angles. And it was making every single action look like it was happening in slow-motion: a series of stilted movements emphasising the heat of the moment. Tori was taking everything I was giving her, her rhythm matching that of the dance track playing in the background. And I swear to God, it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen or experienced before. Who would've thought I could make Tori Vega look like this?

"Jade! I'm so – ungh – close!" Tori practically hissed when I used my free hand to tease her breasts through her blouse.

I never realised that Vega saying my name like that in this particular moment would have this effect on me. I was breathing hard, my heart was racing and my stomach was aching with a familiar pleasure-pain sensation that made my centre throb and my knees go weak.

"You're almost there, Tori. Just ride it out,"

Fuck the consequences – I know exactly where I need to be. It's right here with her.

She was gripping me around the neck and pulling me in deeper as my fingers did more walking than the Yellow Pages. My hips were slamming into hers at this point and I could feel the semblance of an orgasm shuddering through me too. Vega's not even touching me – how is this fucking possible?

"Shit," I muttered in ecstasy as Tori began to tighten all around my fingers.

I groaned when she attached her mouth to mine and wrapped her arms around my neck like a choke collar. And then we were swallowing up each other's moans of pleasure when Tori finally came. All I could do was let her hold onto me tightly as my fingers moved in and out of her while she climaxed hard and fast against me.

When it was finally over, Tori was still holding onto me while I kept hold of her hips, panting frantically in my ears the entire time. But I was pretty breathless too and not just from doing all the work. I couldn't believe what had just happened between me and Tori. We had finally crossed that invisible line and now it was like a thin cord tying us together.

"Jade…" Tori finally managed to say, even though it still came out like a shaky breath.

Our faces were inches apart, the desire to kiss her again at the forefront of my mind. Instead, my hand moved towards her face and tucked some sweaty strands of her brown hair behind her ear while staring deep into her eyes. Wait…why did I just do that? It was almost…instinctive. And with that simple gesture came a desperate need to just stay like this for the rest of the night.

I am in deep shit.

I had no idea just how much till Tori's expression changed from blissful satisfaction to one of horror. I felt tiny hairs prickling on the back of my neck, causing me to let go of Tori and turn around.

I could've died right then and there, that's how stunned I was. Beck was standing a few paces away from the two of us, looking like he'd just seen a ghost. I doubt that he even had to see Tori's underwear pooled around her ankles to know what had just happened in the hallway.

I change my mind, this is officially my worst nightmare come true.

Beck didn't stick around long enough for me to offer any kind of explanation, although I'm pretty sure I was completely maxed out on words at this point. He just turned around and started jogging away from us.

"BECK!"

What if he tells someone about what he just saw?

A part of me didn't want to leave Tori; I felt like I needed to stay and talk things out. But this was Beck and I never wanted him to find out like this or at all for this matter. So I made a choice in a matter of seconds and started chasing after him.

"Beck, wait!" I pleaded, trying to catch up with him.

He was almost by the entrance to the school when he finally stopped jogging. When he turned around to look at me, I wished for a moment that I had just let him leave. His eyes looked really moist and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Why, Jade? I guess I finally have my answer for why you broke up with me two weeks ago." Beck declared in a hollow voice.

"Listen to me, I can explain! What you just saw back there – it's not what…I mean, it hasn't been…" I stuttered in frustrated.

But even I'm not equipped to give Beck the answer that he deserves right now. It didn't really matter a few seconds later because he started laughing loudly and running a hand through his hair.

"And just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore than you already have, you somehow still find a way to prove me wrong, Jade." He stated coldly.

All I could do was stand there like an idiot, staring dumbly at the doors of the main entrance swinging on their hinges after Beck left. His words had seeped through me like ice, making my whole body burn with agony and shame.

I guess I got it wrong.

Death doesn't drive a Prius after all.

Maybe just a hearse after tonight.

Author's Note: Ok, I know that was tres dramatic. But I was caught up in the moment, ok :P If Beck didn't know for sure about Jade and Tori before this, he definitely knows now ;D Lots of different inspiration for this chapter. I'd like to thank 'Fame' (the Carnivale theme really is from the film), The Bold & The Beautiful (a costume party), a website about sexy gypsy costumes (gracias), a song by 303 called "Don't Trust Me" and a host of other wonderfully saucy fanfics that are forever seared into my mind. It's officially 5:30 am and I'm pooped. Victor wants to hear a pin drop in the next 5 minutes, so I'm off to bed. Night, all!