Hello! It's me again! And sorry for the lack of update for a while, I've been busy! Here is the next chapter, and I wanted to thank everyone reading this for sticking with me. You guys are all AWESOME! Oh, and starting next chapter, you will be getting some serious Bori friendship, so be excited man, cuz I know I am! Also, I know that so far (and in most of this chapter) it has been fairly self-centered, but I'm hoping to change that soon! Thank you to everyone who has Favorited/Alerted/Reviewed my fic, I am officially madly in love with that lovely face of yours :)

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Disclaimer: As shocking as it may seem, I do NOT actually own Victorious...

All the breath sucked out of her, as if she had just received sucker punched to the side. One hand went down to rest on her stomach, and she fancied she could feel a butterfly dancing in her gut. Tori looked at the tests, and tried to accept that both said that an alien had taken up residence in her stomach. She looked through the instructions again, one last time, before shoving them (along with the two mocking positives) into the trash can.

There were two options before her. One: she could own up to the fact that she was pregnant. Two: she could pretend none of this was happening and that life could go on normally. One option was rational, the other insane. So, obviously, Tori decided that none of this was happening. The tests were wrong, she repeated to herself over and over again.

Tori splashed a little water on her face then walked proudly out of the Walmart, determined that none of this was happening. And by the time she was sitting on her bed, struggling through her math homework, Tori had all but convinced herself that none of this was happening.

She could still ignore it, and at the moment, that was exactly what Tori was planning to do. She had just finished the last math problem, and was feeling stupidly proud of herself when she heard Trina burst through the door downstairs. "I'MMM HOOOOME!" Trina shouted in a sing song voice through the house.

"Great!" Tori called in response, trying to keep the layers of sarcasm from invading her voice. She felt fairly successful in this endeavor.

She leaned back, cranking the music on her Pair Phone to 100% of the possible volume and promptly fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. She woke up with Trina shouting in her ear something about "Dinner being ready" and she had apparently "banged on the doors for hoouuurs (which probably meant approximately 3.1 seconds)" and how she was "huuuuungry".

Tori followed her downstairs, swallowing down nausea at the smell of onions. She sat at the table, and said her own prayer in her head while her dad said grace. Please, God, please let those (she refused to even think the word here) be wrong. Not that she was thinking about them at all.

She barely listened to her mom asking her dad about his day, and his reply that he had had a day filled to the brim with layers of paperwork. Apparently, it had something to do with a shootout that had happened a few days previously, and although her father had not been involved, the entire office was required to fill out pages of bureaucracy. It probably had something to do with his foul mood that day; he hated paperwork.

It was a definite piece of inspiration in regards to finishing her mother's- was it meatloaf? Hard to be sure. Tori gagged some of it down, her sore throat muscles protesting. But they did not protest as badly as her stomach did. When the first of the food (if it could be called that) hit her stomach, her stomach immediately sent up a protest in response. Tori quickly said, "Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom." She forced her hand to remain by her side and her pace to remain only a little faster than normal until she was upstairs. She all but sprinted into the bathroom, retching in front of the sink. Her shoulders were shaking by the end of the bout of morning sickness, and Tori had to wash her face to get the bile off. Not only that, but when she looked down, she realized that this shirt would not do anymore. So Tori stripped the tightfitting blue top off, switching it out for a more comfortable hoodie.

She went downstairs as quickly as she could, and blew it off to her parents, saying, "Sorry, I got distracted by a phone call from Robbie, but I'm back." She sat at the table and hesitantly put a forkful of food up to her mouth. When her stomach gave no reaction, Tori dug in with an appropriately cautious amount of enthusiasm. She was suddenly very grateful for all of the rigorous acting classes that attendance at Hollywood Arts required. They helped her act like everything was completely normal, so when she excused herself to go work on homework, her parents didn't suspect anything.

She thought that Trina might, judging from the look on her face of outright suspicion, but that fell under the category of "List of Things We Do Not Think About", so she ignored it and went upstairs. She had to read a play called "An Inspector Calls" for English class, and she had to admit that it was actually pretty interesting.

She filled out the questions to go with the first three parts, she glanced at the clock, and was surprised to see that it read 9:04. She finished the questions, scribbling down something about how it was all Ms. Birling's fault for Eva's suicide, then shoved it into her backpack. Now all she had to do was look over the music for Andre, and she was done for the night. The music piece was easy, so her voice slid over the notes with no trouble. It'll have to do. She thought tiredly.

Although Tori had already taken a nap, she was still exhausted. So the fact that the clock said 10 was a blessing. She brushed her teeth, ran a comb through her hair, changed into pajama pants, and finally said goodnight to her parents and Trina before collapsing on her bed. She rested a gentle hand on her flat stomach. Her last thought before dark bliss overtook her was I hope tomorrow is better than today was.

It seemed that the beeping of her alarm clock came minutes later instead of the hours that it had promised the night before. She threw her pillow at the alarm, but missed it by several feet, and the inane beeping continued. Tori groaned into the crook of her arm, and stayed lying there for a few more stolen moments, but then forced herself to move.

And she managed to push down the nausea that had wished to overtake her, so Tori was feeling relatively proud of herself while washing her hair. And it was days like today that Tori enjoyed the fact that her hair curled naturally so she didn't have to straighten it.

She threw an outfit together, barely paying enough attention to make sure that everything matched, but was pleased when it did. She ran downstairs and gave a courteous nod at Trina before grabbing some food. She was surprised to find herself actually hungry, so Tori all but devoured the cereal while enduring one of Trina's self-absorbed speeches. Why Trina had to do this every day was a mystery.

Tori continued to endure the speech in the car, and on the walk up to Hollywood Arts, where she quickly abandoned her sister in favor of her locker. Andre walked up behind her, "Hey Tori!" As he said this, his hand tapped her in the middle of the back, and Tori nearly jumped out of her skin. She wasn't feeling Andre's calloused hand, but a different, less kind man. "What was that?" Andre asked, somewhat lamely, surprised by her violent response to his touch.

"N-Nothing," Tori got out after a moment of heavy breathing. "You surprised me, that's all."

"Okay," he said, after only the shortest moment of hesitation. "So anyway, Tori, we were planning a trip to the movies tonight to see Gravity, you know, that movie with Clooney and Sandra Bullock? You wanna come? Its' gonna be the shiz!" His use of the word shiz was the only thing that made her agree to the movie.

Shaking her head slightly, she closed her locker and turned around. She nearly 'shizzed' her pants; Jade was holding a pair of scissors way to close to her face for comfort. "Hello Vega."

"Jade!" Tori dropped her hand down when she noticed that her right hand had gone up as if to protect the undetectable baby bump (which, Tori reminded herself, was on the List). "Why do you have scissors?!"

"Do you like them?" Jade asked smugly, tracing her finger across the sharpened edge of the blade. "I bought them yesterday. At Walmart." At this, Jade looked at Tori, a small smile that spoke of unimagined horrors gracing Jade's face.

Tori's stomach dropped, but she tried to play it off, "Cool," she said, avoiding Jade's eyes just a little.

"Andre, SCRAM!" And just like that, Andre was gone, probably off to Sikowitz's class. Jade stood by Tori's locker which still glowed out the message that it had when she had first come to Hollywood Arts. The silence stretched as she surveyed Tori, "Well?"

Tori made to walk away, but her path was blocked by the crazy girl with scissors. "Answer my question Vega. I saw you in Walmart yesterday."

Two possibilities raged in her mind for the second time in two days, and Tori thought about denying all charges, but one look in Jade's eyes made her mind backtrack to the only other option. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Typical! Everyone expects scary Jade to be pregnant, but no one would suspect perfect little Vega."

"Please be quiet!"

"Don't worry Vega, I won't tell anyone your dirty little secret. But you have to tell me, whose is it? You do know, don't you?"

Tori's cheeks burned, "Of course I know! But it's none of your business!"

"It is unless you want me to tell someone!" Was Jade's only response.

A million thoughts swirled through her head, and the truth came out of her mouth before she could stop it, "Danny."

Jade's pierced eyebrows went up in surprise, "Really? That scumbag Cat dated and you made out with?"

"That's the one," Tori turned to her locker and fiddled with the locker combination. She paused for a moment, deciding what to say before turning, "So, are you going to tell everyone?"

Jade's eyes were unreadable, "No. I think I'll just sit back and watch. It'll be fun to watch this blow up in your face."

If Tori had thought the last 24 hours had been hard, she had a whole new thing coming. For Jade kept her promise, but she had been careful to not include anything about saying something about it to Tori. She made lots of little comments to Tori, most of which Tori was able to brush off. But if anyone wondered why Jade would occasionally lean forward and whisper in Tori's ear, no one said anything.

And the weeks went on. Two weeks later, Tori tried to just blow off her favorite jeans not fitting around her stomach anymore, but that was definitely a blow. Switching jeans was a remedy only for now, and she hated that. But most of all, what Tori hated was when she looked in the mirror and could see the weight gain that had concentrated itself around her abdomen. It wasn't noticeable to anyone besides herself, or at least that's what Tori told herself half heartedly.

She didn't even know when she was due. She thought that that was something you were supposed to know, but she was pretty sure that required a doctor appointment, and while she had nothing against doctors in general, she knew that this visit would be much harder than the average appointment, at least in part because it meant talking to her parents about it.

Tori had yet to confide in her friends, let alone the two people who had born and raised her. No, she couldn't tell them yet. They wouldn't understand.

But of course, there was someone who she could talk to.