Here's the next chapter! Okay, so some of you guys have told me that I got the idea of Victoria from the show Victorious. Honestly, I had no idea what that was until I googled it. Just because they have the same name, doesn't mean they're the same person! Victoria is a character in THIS story, not a tv show LOL I guess it's just a coincidence!

But I hope you'll like this chapter :)

I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Millions of questions ran through my head. Who was this girl? Who is this girl that I'm staring at? This isn't me. I don't recognize myself anymore. Why am I suddenly feeling all these feelings wash over me? Who am I now? Why is my heart still thumping with pain? What was going on? What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like this? Why am I suddenly feeling...heartbroken?

Heartbroken?

No, that can't be right. That can't be right at all. I don't know why I suddenly felt hurt when I saw Alvin and Victoria look into each others eyes. I mean, why should I care? I don't even like Alvin! I've known him for 15 years, and I would know if I had a crush on him. But no. He's just a friend. Just a friend...

But the question was, why did I feel my heart break? And why did I feel like I was on the verge of tears?

I've never felt like this before. I felt like something was taken away from me. Like someone stole it. But on the outside, I was fine. It was on the inside where my body ached with this foreign feeling. And it hurts.

I felt like I was stuck in a trainwreck of emotions and feelings. I just couldn't get out of it. It's a horrible undescribable feeling, but I couldn't understand why I was stuck in this mess. But how can I trust myself, if I can't even trust my feelings?

I knew it had something to do with Alvin, but I couldn't understand why. Why was he the reason that I'm suddenly feeling insecure? But I kept telling myself this : I don't love Alvin Seville.

I've seen these things on TV. A girl, getting her heart ripped into pieces by her boyfriend. But I don't have a boyfriend, and to my personal wanting, I never will. But why was I feeling like that girl? I didn't get my heart broken by a boy. So why is my chest feeling like I just saw someone I love, love someone else?

But what am I talking about? Love? Please, that's the last thing on my mind. And let me tell you this, I don't love Alvin Seville.

I stared at my face in the mirror. I could still feel the heat on my cheeks. And I could see it too. It was a rosy shade of pink - a shade that meant anger. But the question was, why am I angry? Why am I angry over something I hardly care about? Alvin and Victoria? Please...

I mean, they said hi to each other, and that's it. They're hardly even friends! But why am I feeling jealous? Jealous over Alvin and the fact that he may have taken a liking for my roommate? No, that can't be right. Like I care. But why...why am I feeling this over that? Why am I feeling...Unwanted.

Even I couldn't answer my own questions. I had theories, but I just can't accept them...

When people start feeling like this, it's a sign that they're falling in love. But no. I am not falling in love. I can't. I just can't...

I didn't realize I was staring at my reflection for a long time until I heard someone knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned around, and opened the door. Eleanor and Jeanette stood there, looking at me as if they knew something was wrong. As if they knew something was bothering me.

"Britt, what's wrong?" Eleanor asked me. "You've been in there for like, 10 minutes already."

I looked up at the clock. She was right. I have been standing here for 10 minutes already. But in that short moment, I just couldn't get my thoughts together. I couldn't find answers. I looked at them, stuggling to speak. What's happening to me?

Jeanette sighed and pulled me out of the washroom. She stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "Are you okay?"

I waited a few seconds before answering. Am I okay? "What do you mean?" I asked quietly.

"I mean, this! You stormed off into the washroom, looking upset. Britt, we're your sisters, and we know when something's bothering you." Said Jeanette.

I didn't dare answer back. I didn't know how. They were right. What's coming over me? "Nothing's bothering me, okay? I-I'm just...stressed about this whole thing. I mean, look. This is our first day at college. I've waited for this day since forever. And we're finally in college..." I said weakly.

My sisters gave me a look that told me they knew I was lying. I just wish I knew the reason to why I was lying. Why can't I tell them that I'm upset? But why am I upset? I, myself, don't even know.

"Is there anything you'd like to talk to us about?" Eleanor asked gently.

I wanted to say yes, and tell them how confused I am with my emotions, but I couldn't. I wasn't sure with myself yet. "I'm fine." I said.

Jeanette sighed. "Are you sure?"

I looked away, avoiding my sisters stares because I knew they could see right through me. My sisters could read my face like an open book. "I'm sure." I said. And that was all I could say.

Jeanette said, "Brittany, you know you can tell us anything, right?"

I nodded. "I know."

"So if there's anything you want to tell us, we'll be here for you, okay?" Said Jeanette.

I nodded again. "I know. But I promise, there's nothing wrong." I said.

"But you seem bothered by something." Eleanor said.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, really." I said before giving them a weak smile then beginning to walk towards my bedroom. I couldn't bare another minute of that conversation. I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt the hell-like heat return to my body when I found the roommate sitting on her bed, unpacking her belongings, while I tried so hard not to inhale the disgusting scent of her purfume.

"Hi, Brittany!" She said when I walked in. I ignored her and sat on the floor beside my suitcase where I continued to unpack my stuff.

Victoria acted as if I didn't ignore her. "Well, since we're sharing a room, we're gonna be sharing the closet, so I was thinking that you take the right side, and I'll take the left side...that is, if you want the right side. I'm totally okay with you taking whichever side of the closet you want."

I tried to block her voice out of my head. From the corner of my eye, I saw my sisters walk back into their room. Gosh, I wish I could be anywhere but here. "Whatever. I'll take the right side then." I said.

"Okay!" Said Victoria as she moved some of her clothes into her side of the closet. I've grown up, having a closet of my own. And now, I have to share one with a girl I just met hours ago. Wonderful. "Our first year of college will be so much fun!"

I wanted to pull my hair from my head. Can't she see that I don't want to talk to her, or make contact with her in any way? I didn't answer. I just continued unpacking my stuff. On the other hand, Victoria continued to talk and talk and talk. She went on for like, 10 minutes. I pretended to listen to her, but deep down, I didn't give a crap to what she was saying. My own thoughts were still taking over me.

When I saw Alvin and Victoria look at each other, just moments ago, why did it suddenly turn me into this? Why is jealousy, hatred and anger flooding my body? Why did I care about this? Why did I suddenly care about what Alvin did? Because never, in my 15 years of knowing him, have I felt these feelings before - especially around him. For him.

"Brittany." Said Victoria. I guess she stopped talking about her life because she was trying to talk to me now. "Did you hear me?"

I looked up at her. "Um, what?"

Victoria smiled at me. "I said, do you need help with your stuff?"

I noticed that she was almost done unpacking her stuff. I looked over at the closet. Her side was already full. Then I looked over at my stuff. All I did was unpack a couple of shirts. I admit it. It would be nice to get some help, but with this girl? No way. She's the whole reason to why my first day of college has become one of the worst days of my life. Then my thoughts went back to what happened earlier with her and Alvin. Okay, they said goodnight to each other, Alvin did his 'famous' wink, and he left. No big deal, right? Then I remembered what Eleanor and Jeanette told me earlier. I'm gonna be living with this girl for a year. So why not get a chance to know her a bit...despite how much I don't want to.

"Uh, sure. That'd be great." I said, as I watched Victoria smile as she jumped off her bed to sit beside me.

"What do you want me to start on first?" She asked me.

My mind was still wandering off, still asking my soul questions I have never asked myself in my life. "Um, anything." I said quietly.

"Okay." She said as she reached into my suitcase. "Wow, you have a lot of pretty clothes." Said Victoria, as she helped me with my dresses. "You should become something involving fashion. I love your taste in clothes."

I was surprised in myself for actually answering back. "Thanks. I'm actually taking fashion studies." I said, trying to act like I was engaged in this conversation.

"No way! That's so cool!" She exclaimed. "I'm so jealous. I wish I was talented in fashion studies."

"So...what are you taking?" I asked. Well, it was more like mumbling, but whatever. I prayed to God, she wouldn't say fashion studies. I already have to live with her. I don't want to share classes with her!

"Me? I'm taking my degree in veterinary. I've loved animals ever since I was 1, when I got my first pet. It was a goldfish, but he died within a week. But in my life, I've had 4 fish, 2 hamsters, 2 turtles, 2 cats and 3 dogs. I still have my 3 dogs, but my mom's taking care of them now. My cats ran away when I was 9." Said Victoria.

I have to admit, it sounded pretty cool. And Victoria didn't seem so bad herself. I have this habit where I judge a book by it's cover. In words, I judge a person right when I meet them. And Victoria seemed like a nice girl, still pretty annoying though. And with that thing with Alvin earlier, well, I told myself to not let it get on my nerves. Every girl who meets Alvin for the first time acts like that. Alvin has his own personal way of flirting with girl, but he forgets about her after 10 minutes, so I shouldn't let that bother me.

But why should I let it bother me in the first place? It's not like I have feelings for Alvin.

Then Victoria and I continued to talk. It turns out she was born in Italy, but moved here to California when she was 2. Her parents got divorced when she was 7, and she has been going back and forth from her dad's place, to her mom's place until she was 13. When she was 13, her father moved away with his new family. I did feel sorry for Victoria, but then she said that she didn't really care, because her dad was never there for her anyway. It turns out she's an only child, but she has 2 step sisters, and a half brother from her dad's side, which she has never met before. She told me she's never met her step-mother either. Victoria said she's living with her mom and step-dad outside college.

I did feel bad for her when she was describing her family life, because honestly, I could never imagine life without my sisters, or Miss Miller. Then it was my turn to talk. I told her about myself, and how I like everything involving fashion. I told her about Miss Miller, and about any other random thing I could think of. And in a matter of minutes, I really didn't mind this girl anymore.

But just when you think things were going fine...

Victoria helped me put the last of my belongings into my side of the closet. "Whew, well that was fun."

I smiled. "Thanks for helping me, by the way."

"No problem." She said, sitting on her bed.

I sat in my bed, feeling horrible about the way I treated her when I first met her, just a few hours ago. I was gonna apologize about making a bad impression, and hoping we could start over again as friends, but then Victoria asked a question, that made me forget about this whole becoming-friends-with-you crap. I started to feel the despisement again.

"So, who were those 3 boys earlier?" She asked.

I paused for a second. "What?"

"You know, those 3 boys that stopped by when I came back." Said Victoria. "Who were they?"

Why was she suddenly bringing this up? "Oh, them. They're just childhood friends of ours."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really? That's so cool. How long have you known them?"

I was hoping this was as far as the conversation will go. "Um, Eleanor, Jeanette and I have known them since we were 5."

"Wow! That's like, 15 years! You all must be very good friends." Said Victoria.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"I'm surprised neither you or your sisters are dating them." Said Victoria. "Are you?"

That question threw me off the edge. "Excuse me?"

"Okay, I get it. It's weird because you've basically known them your whole life. It'd be like, dating a brother, or a cousin or something." Said Victoria. "But you guys aren't dating them, right?"

The heat returned to my cheeks. "No, we're not." I said. "Why?"

Victoria smiled. "Well, they're cute."

Now I felt hatred wash over me. Hatred towards the girl who was sitting across from me. "What?"

Victoria smiled and shrugged. "Those were some pretty cute boys. Especially the one in the red hoodie. What was his name? Alvin, was it? Yeah, he's cute."

I didn't answer her for a long time. I was starting to feel envious, frustrated and resentful - all mixed into one. Why though? Was I feeling heartbroken? For some reason I don't know, yes. Was I feeling unwanted? Yes. Was I feeling these emotions because of the fact that Victoria seems to like Alvin?

Yes.

I looked at Victoria. "Oh, no. You really don't want to get to know him."

Victoria frowned. "Why not?"

"B-B-Because...I've known him all my life. Trust me. You do not want to get caught up in his acts." I said, then asking myself 'what the hell did you just say?'

Victoria raised her eyebrows again. "Well, whatever his acts are, I'd still like to meet him."

I said nothing. I felt my hands begin to shake.

Victoria looked at me. "You don't mind, right?"

"Mind what?" I said, noticing my voice was like a deadly whisper.

"If I ask him out. Alvin, I mean." She said.

I tried couting for 10, hoping that this was all just some sort of nightmare, but I never woke up. I was still stuck in this situation. "No." I said. I never knew how hard it was to say that two letter word before. But I pretended like I didn't care. "Why would I mind?"

Victoria shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to ask because you're good friends with him."

"So? I don't care." I said, feeling my inner self begin to cry.

Victoria smiled. "Okay, good. At first, I thought you two were dating."

And for the first time, I didn't have the guts to critizise that fact. Why didn't I? Was it because I wanted it to be true? Did I want it to be true? Am I listening to my head? Or my heart? Because only one can give me the truth, but I didn't know which one was right.

I shook my head slowly, feeling my walls close in on me. "No." I half whispered. "We're not dating. Alvin and I are just friends."

Just friends...

"Hmm, maybe I do have a shot." Said Victoria, with a giggle.

Those words pierced right through me. It was as if it was telling me that I had to do something, fast. I looked at her, and the image of Alvin winking at her, and her giggling didn't just bring me fire, but it tore me into pieces. I hate this girl. There's this thing about her that I hate so much. Was it her bleach blonde hair? No. Was it her annoying voice? No. Was it the squeaky clean attitude? No. Was it because she made me realize something I never thought was possible?

Yes.

But this can't be right. In my 15 years of knowing Alvin Seville, never did I once think about the two of us in a more-than-friends situation. But deep down, when my heart told me that I don't love Alvin Seville, it was wrong.

I don't know how this happened, but Victoria made me realize what my heart has been trying to tell me this whole time.

Did I seriously just fall for the boy who has given me 15 years worth of headaches?

Yes. Yes I did. And I can't hide that fact anymore. Earlier, when I was staring at myself in the mirror, I needed answers to why I was an emotional trainwreck. And I have found my answer. It was unaccpetable at first, but there is no other explanation. My heart and head bonded as one and they told me that I, Brittany Miller, may have fallen in love with the boy I least expected to fall in love with.

I realized that I am in love with Alvin Seville, my best friend - the boy who has given me reasons to why I get so mad easily, to why I snap at people so much, and to why I take things so seriously.

But I also realized that he gave me one more thing - One reason to feel heartbroken.

But this is the question I am asking myself :

How can you be in love with your best friend when everytime you look at him, you feel like slapping that stupid grin off his face. But deep inside, you know you feel something more.

Awwwwww! :'(

But I promise, the story is getting better! If you love me, please review ;) LOL thanks guys!