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Chapter 7- Not Alone

Jade's Pov.

I glared at the clothing resting neatly on the table in front of me. Trevor had brought out some of Tori's clothes for me to change into because of my soaked state. Then, he had disappeared up the stairway, no doubt changing into some dry clothes of his own. Well, there was no way I'd be changing into Tori Vega's clothing…again. A chiming sound ringing from my phone snapped me out of my own thoughts, and I timidly looked over at the piece of technology.

I hadn't gotten one text within the last hour, so why would anyone want to contact me now? Slowly, I reached for my phone and tapped on the now glowing screen. What I read infuriated me. In fact, it wasn't even what I read, I was angry at who it was from.

Are you okay?

-Tori V.

Was I okay? Was I OKAY? What did she think, that I was prancing around my own living room with a large smile plastered on my face? No, instead, I was at HER house, told to change into HER clothes, and had to deal with HER brother, all after watching my ex-boyfriend ask HER out on a date! I shot up from my seat on the couch and threw my phone at the door with as much force as I could muster.

When I heard the satisfying sound of a screen breaking, I lowered myself back into my former position on the piece of red furniture. The sound of footsteps echoed through my eardrums a few minutes later, but I didn't look up. There was a shuffling sound from the kitchen, someone clearing their throat, and then liquid being poured into glasses. Soon, the person was standing right beside me.

"You aren't dressed yet?" Trevor asked me.

I glanced up, not really bothering to give him a look. He was holding two blue mugs, one in each hand, and both steaming from their contents.

"What does it look like?" I replied, except my voice lacked the cold tone I had been trying to use.

"It looks like you didn't bother getting dressed. Here." Trevor held out one of the mugs, and I took it, relieved to find it filled with coffee. "I don't know how you take it, so I just left it black."

"Thanks."

I couldn't really come up with a better response, so I had decided to keep it simple.

"So why aren't you dressed?" To answer his question, I pointed at my phone, which was still on the ground. Trevor set down his mug and wordlessly walked over to the object. He picked it up and silently read the message. "Okay, first of all, I don't know how the hell your phone ended up over here, but the screen's cracked, and second, why is my sister asking you if you're okay?"

"First of all," I mocked him, "My phone's over there because I threw it, and second, it's none of your business."

He set my cracked phone down on the table before joining me on the couch.

"If my sister's involved, then it is my business. So, tell me what happened."

"I don't have to explain anything to you."

"I got you out of a storm that could have seriously hurt you. I think I deserve an explanation."

I sighed, already knowing I wouldn't be able to get out of this conversation.

"Fine," I sassed him. "My ex-boyfriend asked YOUR sister on a date, and I was standing right there when it happened. You probably don't know how it feels, but to have someone say they don't care about you at all when you're standing right behind them can really damage your confidence." I watched, stunned as a small smile formed at the corner of the Vega's lips. "Do you think that's funny?" I asked him in disbelief.

"No, the situation isn't funny, but the fact that you think I don't know what it feels like is."

I had no words at first, but after I could speak again, my curiosity got the best of me.

"What do you mean?"

"Back in Washington, there was this girl named Ashley," Trevor started. "I met her at college. She was planning to go into sound for movies. We started dating four months after I moved there. On our two year anniversary, I was headed to her dorm with her present and found the door cracked open. She was talking to another person inside. I could hear every word they were saying, and I swear, in that moment, I thought I was dying."

"What were they saying?"

Trevor took a large, shaky breath before continuing.

"She was telling the guy that she'd be breaking it off with me that night. Then, they could go public. He said okay, and when he opened the door, I was standing right there."

"Did you know him?"

Trevor let out a humorless laugh.

"Did I know him? He was my best friend for the time being. Ron was a real piece of work, and I really should have seen something like that coming, but I didn't. I thought we'd made a great friendship. So, when he was hanging out with me and Ashley, I never suspected anything. I had been shocked by hearing the conversation. That's why I didn't move from my spot when he opened the door. I'm glad I didn't, though, because then I would have found out like everyone else."

"What'd you do?" I asked, more interested than I should have been.

"He was the first one to speak, trying to tell me how he was sorry and that he didn't want it to come between our friendship."

"What?"

"I know, it was ridiculous, and it only made me more angry. I ended up punching the shit out of him. All of the boxing lessons I took in high school seemed to come back to me in that moment. Ashley was the one who stopped me. She told me she had been meaning to explain, to end it. I couldn't even mutter a word to her. All I did was walk into her dorm room, collect all of the stuff that was mine, and walk back out.

"For the past two months, I kind of just roamed around Washington. You know, going to my classes, getting take out, and going back home. I felt so broken…so alone. It was the first relationship I had been in where I could have actually pictured a future with the person I was with. A few weeks ago I realized that the only reason why I was there was for Ashley. I never really wanted to go into graphic design, but I did because I thought that maybe it was close to what I actually wanted."

"And what was that?"

"To draw, to paint, it's what I love. I'm an artist, but I never really expected myself to make it in the business, so I tried to get into something similar. It turns out, graphic design is completely different. So, I dropped out of school and called my mom. I told her I was on vacation and wanted to come and visit."

"Wait, so this only happened to you a few months ago?"

"Two months and three weeks, to be exact, and I'm still trying to get over her. So, yea, I do know how you feel, and it sucks, but you can't just expect yourself to get over a person in the blink of an eye. You were in love, and probably still are, but the fact of the matter is that they aren't. Look, I know you feel like no one else cares, and that you're alone, but neither of those are true. The truth is that your friends are just trying to give you space, and that things like this happen to everyone. It may not be the exact situation, but they go through the same thing that we're feeling. I secluded myself, and I realize now that it was the worst thing I could possibly do at the time. What I need now is to be around my friends and family."

"Wow," was all I could manage to say.

"Yea."

"Thanks for the advice, I guess." Trevor nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You drink coffee at this time, too?"

"No, I drink tea."

I scrunched up my nose in disgust. Tea had never been one of my favorite drinks. In fact, it was one of my least favorite. An awkward silence was starting to form, and so I changed the subject.

"So….have you told your parents that you've decided to drop out of school?"

"No, I'm trying to hold it off for as long as I can. I don't think I can go longer than three weeks, though."

"Three weeks is a pretty long vacation. I think your dead line is two."

He sighed.

"I know, but three sounds better when I say it."

I could feel my lips tugging up into a small smile. Trevor wasn't as Tori as I thought he was. Sure, there were some aspects I could relate the two with, but for the majority, they were completely different people. Plus, I was starting to feel more comfortable around the male Vega. The fact that our stories were so similar helped. For the first time since my break up with Beck, I felt something other than anger and depression.

I felt relief.

Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't alone after all.

Aww, poor Trevor! So, what do you think? Thank you all so much for reading and please review!