You're not a girl who believes in destiny. You know that you seem like the type who did. Fairy tales, princes, and happy endings; they're all fair game. Those things are completely plausible in your opinion (in the modern-day context of course).
Destiny, however, is just crap- absolute, glorified shit. (Oh god, you hate using that word, but it needed to be said.)
You refuse to believe that your life was already pre-planned for you by some higher entity that can possibly lock you in a life of hell. You believe in choices. Whether it's the clothes you wear or that bad breakfast burrito you had, you like knowing that good or bad, your life was your choice.
Then Jade West happens.
Jade West and all her pale glory comes in and messes up your life. She was a hurricane, destroying anything in her path, and unfortunately you were in her way.
You wonder how your life spiraled out of your control and you let something else take over.
Oh yes, you believe in destiny now, because you swear that Jade West wasn't your choice.
When you think about it, it's kind of funny how your life ended up this way. It was like some force was literally pushing you closer and closer to Jade. Like what happened in the showcase. One second, you were just a seemingly normal high school girl attending a normal high school and the next, you're put in your sister's shiny dress and dragged on stage. Three minutes later, you acquired a new school- the same one that a certain pale girl also attends.
It's not that you didn't appreciate the fact that you got in Hollywood Arts, but there was an uneasy feeling that didn't sit too well in your stomach. Like you were beginning to lose grip on the steering wheel of your life. You've always been careful not to lose control. (Careful not to let your powers out.)
And those sinking feelings were right because the second you entered that school, you were stripped of your hold on your life. It was as if your life was suddenly a show (a show on a children's network, really) written by another. And it should have frightened you when you constantly found yourself stuck in the middle of some crazy situation on a seemingly weekly basis. But Hollywood Arts was still as alluring as ever. The creatively colored campus and the endless melodies of the hallways captivated you and you were more than willing to let yourself be sucked in the randomness of it all.
And the thing is, it wasn't random at all.
This is when Jade comes in.
It wasn't a secret that she hated you, and you often questioned whether you deserved it or not. (Rubbing her boyfriend and kissing him later may not have been your best decision.) But it wasn't her hatred that bothered you (although you aren't really used to being hated), it was the fact that you couldn't help but want to be closer to her. You know it sounds crazy but there was something about the goth that got your attention from the beginning. You weren't sure if it was safe to say that you two have some sort of connection but that was what it felt like.
It also didn't help that you knew Jade was constantly watching you.
You felt her cold stares ironically burn holes onto your back. It made you nervous; your pulse went a little faster and the hair at the back of your neck stood up. You never caught her though, no matter how quick you turned, she had already looked away. But you could never shake off the feeling that she's there. Always watching you.
This was your first clue:
Everyone knew the 'Stage Fighting Incident'. The one in which Tori Vega was so afraid that Jade West would hit her that she accidentally gave Jade a black eye. That incident, however, was easily forgotten by next week's drama (which had something to do with Trina's birthday). What few people knew was that it was a fake black eye. And what only you and Jade knew was what happened that Friday night.
Leaving through the double doors in front of Hollywood Arts after ditching Derek to clean the mess up all by himself, you and Jade ran towards her car in hysterical fits of laughter. After both of you caught your breaths, Jade looks at you for a second with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
"Hey," she said while unlocking the door to her car, "I guess I'm sorry for faking that injury."
You raised your eyebrows skeptically but you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips, "You guess?"
"Yeah." She didn't say anything else and she went into her car and drove away. You already lost sight of her car when you realized that you didn't have a ride home.
Later that night (when you managed to convince Trina to pick you up two hours earlier than planned), you contemplated on the events of that day. It went from bad to worse to good, and you were left feeling pretty swell with yourself. You were also more than excited with the progress you made with Jade. Something bothered you, however. It was something else that Jade said right before she drove away. But it was something she said quietly, and you wonder if it was only the wind who whispered it to you.
You couldn't hurt me even if you tried.
I know how late this is. But hey, school's been on my ass 24/7 and then summer comes and I get dumped. I know that a boyfriend isn't the most important thing in the world but hey, I'm allowed to be sad.