Recap: Jade comes to Sherwood and is hit on by Ryder Daniels, she rejects him outright (considering she is gay), unfortunately that's not the way his girlfriend sees it. His girlfriend, Tori Vega, who holds a likeness to her dead ex, stuns jade. She also meets Cat and Andre. Jade goes home and tries to sleep, but find she can't and begins writing a play (something she hasn't done since her ex, Cristina, died) and the title is: Tori.

Behind Your Broadway Show

"I can't believe it either! I have to work with that Jesus Freak Quinn for the rest of the year! I knew I shouldn't have switched lab partners halfway through the year," moans Santana into the phone.

"Better than that nerd you were paired with before. Rodney? Ricky?"
"Robbie," confirms Santana, disgust and malice laced into her voice.

"He's a waste of space," I reply. "He's as unattractive as they come and he doesn't even have the brains to back it up. He should just go kill himself, save the rest of us the trouble of sharing the same air." For a moment I feel a little bit bad, but the guilt vanishes just as quickly as it came.

"At least she might be smarter than he was," Carly comments absent-mindedly. I can practically imagine her, sprawled over on her bed with blood rushing to her head as she hangs off the edge. She really could use whatever extra brainpower she can get.

"She's hardcore Christian. I wonder if she even believes in evolution," bites Santana. "The rest of the year is going to be so rough. Maybe I could convince the teacher to change it."

"Dukes? Please, he's such a hard ass there's no way you're going to change his mind."

"I bet he hasn't gotten any in awhile either," Santana replies mischievously.

Carly gasps. "You're going to fuck Douche-y Dukes?" she asks, using the name we'd created for him.

"Of course not," Santana replies. "That's disgusting. I'd give him a hand job or something." I can practically hear Carly cringing through the phone. Honestly, so am I. Mr. Dukes is like 50 years old and graying. He's slightly below average in the looks department for his age (add in his age and he's disgusting) and he's below bad when it comes to his personality.

"Santana, I don't want to hear this," I add in.

"You don't have to deal with his shit, kiss up. All the teachers love you," Santana remarks bitterly.

"Maybe if you paid any attention in class they'd like you too," I reply, shutting her up in a moment. Carly and Santana can bicker all they want, but once I say something it's shut up or get out. Santana knows better than to cross me. "Now, what do you guys know about the new girl?"

"You mean the one that was hitting on Ryder?" Carly asks.

I sigh. "Obviously. We're in the middle of the school year. Do you know of any other new girls?"

"I'm just checking," Carly defends. "Give me five minutes." She clicks the end button on her phone. I'll never understand that girl. She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to brains, but if you need her to dig up dirt on someone, she's the girl to call.

"Why do you care about her?" Santana asks.

"Because she was flirting with my boyfriend," I growl out. Obviously Ryder is faithful to me (I can hear the little voice of doubt in my head that I know is right, but I push it away. I need Ryder.), but he is human after all. He can't help but stare at other beautiful girls. She has raven hair and seductive, deep blue eyes. It's not easy to resist, so I need something against her to crush her and tarnish her image in Ryder's mind.

"Got that boyfriend under control, huh?" Santana mocks. She needs to learn when to keep her mouth shut. I told her that I had it under control after I slept with Ryder and now she's questioning it.

"She came onto him," I seethe.

"Whatever you want to believe, but that boy is as faithful as that guy with thirty wives," Santana replies. Why can't she just shut the fuck up? She doesn't know anything about him. She barely talks to him. She's just going off of her 'Mexican third eye,' which everyone knows is bullshit.

"Ryder and I have been going strong for three months. How long have you and Puckerman going for?" I retort.

"Two weeks," she responds, clearly beaten.

"Exactly. And you're already having threesomes with him to keep him happy because you're afraid of losing him. Who here should be giving the relationship advice?" She doesn't say anything and I smile. Winning feels good. Santana may be the one with the fast tongue in our group, but she can never beat me. There's a reason I'm the Queen of this school and she isn't.

She reeks of desperation. She wants to be loved. She wants to be respected and feared and most of all wanted. Behind it all, I can sense her fear. She's got secrets that she doesn't want anybody realizing. And I can see her fear and extort her because of it. The moment everybody else smells fear, they're like sharks smelling blood in the water. You could never let them know you're scared. They'll use it against you. But a woman with no fears can do anything, which means they can't do anything.

I feel my phone buzz against my hand. Carly is calling back. I click the button to answer and patch her into our conversation again. "Her name is Jade West," Carly states. "She's in our grade and transferring from Hollywood Arts, that school for all the 'gifted' retards," Carly says spitefully. "She's some budding writer, known nation wide for a play she wrote that I'm not watching. She doesn't seem to have any friends. Shy. Reclusive. Hasn't had a huge online for the past couple of months. She lives alone with her dad. She likes scissors. She hates the word panties. And she's a Gemini." It always astounds me what Carly can do with a couple of minutes, the Internet, and her cellphone.

"What was the name of that play?"

"The Sunflower Sundress."

"That sounds so stupid," Santana intercedes.

"Thanks Carly, see you later losers."

"Bye bitch.

"Later slut." Once Carly says goodbye I hang up the phone and walk over to my computer to go look her up.

I type "Jade West" into the search engine and hope what I'm looking for pops up. Surprisingly, it does. I click on the first web address "National Short Film Competition: 2014 Winner Jade West."

Jade West is an aspiring young writer who attends Hollywood Arts and is the 44th winner of the national short film competitions, beating out thousands of other applicants with her play "The Sunflower Sundress." It is a beautifully crafter story about a young girl named Ruby dealing with the death of the one she loves most and her spiraling depression as it continues.

I scroll down a little bit until I hit a video. I don't have to click it. I know it probably won't end up helping me in the long run. I mean, what kind of blackmail am I going to find in some stupid, probably shittily written, play?

But for some reason I need to click that button. I don't understand that girl. She was coming onto my boyfriend, but when she was defending herself something didn't fit. I mean, the story fit. She was hitting on Ryder and when I caught her she lied and defended herself. But there's something beyond that. I could feel it when I looked—glared—into her eyes that she wasn't lying when she told me that 'she wasn't into that.' I know she wasn't, I lie enough to know the difference. I need to get into her head. I need to know what she's thinking and why. I may not get any blackmail off of this, but I can better push every emotional trigger she has.

So I click the button.

(AN: BEFORE WE BEGIN I JUST WANT TO GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE AND SAY THIS WAS HEAVILY BASED ON "A TOUT LE MONDE" BY SHAYNEZO AND YOU SHOULD READ IT)

The screen is dark at first, but then the magical letters appear out of the black screen "The Sunflower Sundress." The credits begin to play against the black screen and I lean back in my chair as I endure the boring part. Written by Jade West and starring Jade West as Ruby, Brittany S. Pierce as Caroline, Beck Oliver as Bryan, and Gibby Gibson doing special effects and filming.

The screen lights up on two girls in bed. One is asleep and the other is slowly waking up.

The camera focuses in on her soft features. She looks beautiful. "Hey Rubes," says the blonde who was already awake. The sun is shining down on her so she looks exactly like an angel.

"C-Caroline?" Jade stutters out. "You're… You're here."

"Of course I'm here. Where else would I be?" she laughs playfully and taps Jade on the nose. Jade opens her mouth as if to talk, but then shuts it quickly. "Time to get up babe, we have to go to school." Caroline jumps up out of bed, completely naked, as she walks towards the bathroom.

I can feel my jaw drop. I can't believe there's homosexuality in this. It makes my heart pick up and run out of my chest. I'm not exactly homophobic, it's just… it makes me a little uncomfortable. A penis fits perfectly into a vagina for a reason. They can have their legal marriage for all I care, as long as they don't try to hit on me.

"Last night was amazing," the girl calls from behind the closed door of the bathroom.

Jade still looks confused as she responds, "Yeah." The sound of a flushing toilet and running water can be heard off camera.

Caroline emerges from the bathroom. "Babe? What's wrong? Where's that brilliant head of yours?"

"You… You shouldn't be here," Jade says quietly.

"What do you mean?" She has this adorable little frown on her face. She self-consciously reaches for a blanket, covering herself up.

"I'm so happy to see you again, but you're dead," Jade replies.

"Well, I'm alive right now. Let's take advantage of it," Caroline replies, jumping back into bed and laying a passionate kiss on Jade's lips.

Suddenly, a flash of light appears and we return to Jade in bed, alone. "All just a dream," she mumbles as she gets out of bed. She shuffles out into the bathroom and when the door closes.

When the door opens again it's clear that time has passed. Jade comes out looking a little more presentable, but still beautiful. Her walk, her face, everything about her screams depression as she slugs along across the floor and straight to the liquor cabinet where a tall bottle of Vodka is waiting. She shrugs, opens the bottle, and takes a giant swig.

"Baby, put the bottle down," Caroline says, appearing out of thin air on the couch next to her. It's clear that Jade has imagined her because there's a soft glow around Caroline.

"Caroline," she murmurs. She brings her hand to Caroline's cheek, but Caroline pulls away. A look of pure despair crosses Jade's face. "No babe, not yet."

"I know you're not here," Jade murmurs, staring into Caroline's face. "I mean, every logical sensor of my brain is telling me you're not here." Caroline clearly wants to touch Jade, but restrains herself to preserve the fantasy. "But…"

"Shh,"Caroline cuts her off. "I'm here with you right now. That's all that matters."

"That's all that matters," Jade replies weakly with a bright but devastated smile on her face.

"Do you remember that time we were running around doing that stupid scavenger hunt so Beck could impress that girl?"

"Courtney," Jade laughs. "He won her the prize and she thanked him and walked away." The sound of her laugh, it's harsh in her throat. You can tell it's been a long time since she's laughed. It sounds awkward, almost foreign to the laugher.

"And when I stabbed that guy with your scissors, do you remember what you said?"

The carefree smile on Jade's face disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. "I said I loved you."

"And what did I say?" Caroline asks.

"You said you'd be with me. Forever," Jade whispers. "You lied to me." Tears spill over her eyes.

"I never lied to you," Caroline says. "I am always with you."

Jade looks up at her, pain and fury and love behind her eyes. "But never quite there." Angrily, desperately, Jade reaches up to touch Caroline's face. Caroline disappears like a rainbow in the sky.

Jade takes another swig of vodka as a knock on the door rings out throughout the hollow sounding apartment. "Ruby, it's Bryan."

A scowl crosses Jade's face. "Go away!" she growls with another swig of vodka.

"Not gonna happen," Bryan replies. The latch on the door opens and an attractive guy with long, jet-black hair enters the room carrying what appears to be a grocery bag. Jade barely acknowledges his presence. "Rubes, the vodka, again?" Bryan stalks into the room and grabs the bottle from Jade. She makes a whining sound as she reaches for the bottle in a vain attempt to get it back.

"How the fuck did you get in here anyways?" she asks gruffly.

"I know where you keep your spare key," Bryan replies, pouring the bottle of vodka down the drain.

Jade jumps off the couch. "You don't have any right to do that!" she practically screams as she races over to stop him. He keeps the bottle out of reach until every last drop goes down the drain.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You can't keep sulking around here." She heads back to the couch and picks up a cigarette as Bryan unloads the grocery bag into her fridge.

"Why are you here, destroying my liquor supply?" Jade asks angrily.

"Because you haven't been to work in a month. You're the head of the company. You can't just disappear. It's chaos."

"I don't care. Let it all go to hell. It doesn't matter to me anymore."

"Ruby, you spent years building up this company. You offer jobs to thousands of people. You can't just abandon it all," Beck argues.

"You know Caroline hated that company? She always said it took me away from her for too long. She should've been my first priority. Always." She takes another drag from her cigarette.

"Ruby," Beck says, walking over to the couch. He put a hand on her shoulder, "You gave her everything you possibly could—"

"No I didn't," Jade replied fiercely. "I… all those wasted hours. All that wasted time. I should've been with her." The fire in her eyes dies down. "Fuck the company. Fuck it all. Fuck this life. There's nothing in it for me anymore."

"Don't you dare say that," Beck scolds. "There is me. There is your family. There is so much to live for." He pulls her tight in his embrace, ending the scene.

When she wakes up she's in bed and Beck is gone, clearly having moved her from the couch to her bed. Jade gets up and walks over to the couch again to grab another pack of cigarettes, lighting one and taking a drag.

"Baby, I thought we talked about this. You were gonna quit smoking," Caroline responds.

"Yeah well, I decided it was better for my mental health not to," Jade responds brusquely.

Caroline disappears as Jade walks away towards the bathroom. She begins running the water and stripping down.

I can feel my heartbeat pick up as this small part of my mind hopes they show her naked. Not because I'm attracted to her… obviously. Just because… I don't know.

It doesn't. We see Jade step into the tub. For a couple of seconds we just see the water beat down on her. She seems to revel in it for a short amount of time, eyes closed. Eventually, she opens her eyes and reaches for her razor. In moments she makes two long, deep cuts in her wrists as blood starts gushing out. "Caroline?" she calls out.

Caroline appears. "Ruby?"

"I miss you. So damn much," Jade says.

"What have you done?" Caroline practically screams.

"I couldn't stand to live without you," Jade says, her tears mixing in with the water. "And now I can finally be with you." She tentatively reaches out to touch Caroline. In that moment, her hand meets her face and they finally touch. Caroline nestles into her embrace. "Forever."

And just like that, the play blacks out.

That night I can't sleep. I don't know why.

This one was actually really hard to write. I encourage you all to go check out the story "A Tout Le Monde" by Shaynezo. It's an amazing story that everyone should read and it brought me to tears. My story does resemble it in a lot of ways, but theirs is much betters, much more emotional, and much more in depth.

Also, I just watched "Gone With the Wind" and am dying because Scarlett was a narcissistic little bitch and I love her anyways and she and Rhett were totally endgame. Right? Agh!