I know this story isn't very detailed or in depth, but it is a multi-shot story. So.

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I skipped to our usual lunch table and plopped down. I was excited about singing lead vocals along with Jade. And even though the song had been changed, it was still good. Jade didn't look excited though. I guess that was normal, though. She sat at the table with her elbows resting on it, eating a sandwich. She noticed me looking and turned her eyes to me. After a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes, silently telling me to look away. I smiled and complied, joining the conversation that was going on.

In the hall I skipped over to Jade, calling out to her, "Jade." I hooked my arm with hers. I immediately felt her stiffen.

"What?" she asked, sharply.

I flinched slightly. Her tone was more biting than usual, so I let go of her arm. "Are you excited about singing?" I asked.

Even if she wasn't as excited about singing with me, I knew she loved singing. And despite hating people in general, she loved an audience. "Thrilled," she said, sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well what she was implying.

She sighed. Her shoulders slumped a bit and I saw her soften up for a bit. Then her back straightened up again and she said, looking at me, "I don't care about it, Cat."

I gave her a sad look and she just walked away.

After that I couldn't pay attention in my classes. I knew I wasn't imagining things. Even Beck, Tori and Andre had mentioned something was off with Jade. She was always mean, even to me sometimes, but there was something different about it now. Even though she didn't like people, and even if she wouldn't admit it, she did consider us her friends and even liked, or at least didn't mind, our company. Most of the time. And yet when she stood or sat near me she'd felt so distant. I wondered if I'd done something wrong. She seemed to be avoiding me the most, she had had that weird look on her face when Tori suggested we sang together and I had caught her looking at me several times. I was really worried.

In the theater room, Jade sat in front of Tori while they went over their lines for the newest play. I went and sat with them. I noticed Jade shift uncomfortably. I felt my chest clench. It seemed my suspicions were right. It was me.

I saw Tori had noticed too. I scrunched my eyebrows at the knowing look on her face. She knew why Jade had shifted? Did she know it was about me? If so, what about me? "Cat," Robbie called out to me.

I turned to look at him. "Can you come help us with this?" he asked, holding up a custom.

I got up and went to help.

I took advantage of Jade practicing a scene with someone else to talk to Tori. I sat next to her. "Tori," I said.

She looked up from her script at me. "Is Jade . . . mad at me?" I cut to the chase. I was afraid to ask but I figured beating around the bush wouldn't help anything.

Tori looked a little surprised at my question. She shook her head, answering my question. But the look on her face left me unsatisfied. "She's something," I said.

"Maybe you should ask her," Tori said, sounding uncertain, as if she wasn't sure she should be suggesting that.

I looked up at Jade and saw she had been looking at us. When our eyes met she quickly looked away. I sighed. Now, not only was I worried, I was also starting to get impatient. Jade was open, not without effort, with me. She would confide in me. But often times she would drag along until she couldn't hold it in anymore. And when she did share, it came with some exertion. This time, however, she was more than reluctant. Would she ever tell me? Especially when it appeared to be about me? And was she confiding in Tori? She seemed to know something. Jade would rather be tortured than admit she considered Tori a friend. So why would Jade confide in her. It made sense, I suppose. If what was bothering Jade was about me, she needed someone else to talk about it with. But she got along better with Beck and Andre. Despite that, I felt a pinch of jealousy. And as I did, a thought that scared me, hit me. What if she knew?