A/N I haven't worked on his in a while, but I got some direction after finding out the LOVELY news that my ex cheated on me with my friend while we were together. So now I have some second-hand experience here, since my ex thought to grace me with this information three months after we broke up for the sake of his guilty conscience. Haha. Since I have slightly more sympathy for Jade than my friend (who happened to date my ex a while back), things are going to go a bit differently.
No owning of Victorious, Rocky Horror, or West Side Story (See chapter titles). Allison, Jack, and half of Sam (her mom?) are mine.
"When'd you grow a kid, Jade?" Laura asks as she passes by me for the second annoying time that day.
"Ha ha," I say dryly, waving her off. "She's not mine."
"Obviously," she teases. "Who'd trust you with a kid?"
Sam clings to me more tightly and sticks her tongue out at Laura. My assistant director, being as mature as she is, does the same. I roll my eyes at both of them and continue on my way to set. "C'mon, children, we don't have all day."
"Speak for yourself, Jadey," says Cat, starting to move away from me.
I grab her by the collar. "Where are you going?"
"Um... nowhere?"
"Um... my set?"
She nods slowly. "Oh. Right."
The three of us- Laura has to find something first- continue to head toward the set. Wait... three of us?
"Where's Daddy?" Sam asks, glancing about wildly.
Cat and I exchange glances. "We'll find him later. Just... have fun!" Cat said cheerfully, spinning around in a circle for no good reason.
Shaking my head in what must be exasperation, I say, "So, about that movie that we're a day and a half behind schedule on?"
"She looks just like me, doesn't she?"
"Who? Lindsey Lohan?"
I look at her and say sharply, "No, Beck's daughter, Sam."
"I don't see it."
"You've seen my baby pictures and everything. She has my eyebrows. Nobody has my eyebrows."
Cat shrugs. "I guess she has your eyebrows if it makes you happy?"
"I'm... just saying it's kind of weird?"
She embraces me suddenly and moves her head to my ear. After nipping at my earlobe for a moment, she says, "You know what's weird? That neither of us are naked yet. Let's change that."
"Mm..." I moan under Cat as she makes me feel. God, I don't know how, but she makes it seem like I'm the center of her world when she makes love (or is it lust?) to me.
Oh shit that feels good. I clench my fists into the sheets and try to not make so much noise. The walls are probably not soundproof, and I'm worried about freaking out the hotel neighbors. "Cat," comes out before I can stop myself. It'd not too loud; more spoken than screamed or whispered.
At this point she crawls over my body and up to meet my lips with hers. I grab her hips and thrust my groin into hers. She groans and then sighs happily. I move my hands up slowly to cup her breasts. They're beautiful and soft, and I have to wonder if I'm going to want to feel something like these again when I-
Oh. Oh, that's right.
My hands fall back to my sides. Blankly, I stare into her eyes, unsure of what I mean to say.
"Why'd you stop?" she asks, kissing me.
I don't reciprocate, and she knows something's wrong.
"Jadey? Jade, baby?"
"Don't call me that. I'm not your baby," I say harshly, pushing on her shoulders so she gets off of me.
Since she's so light, my push nearly causes her to fall off of the bed. "What are you talking about? I love you, Jadey-baby."
"Shut up!" I hiss. "You're not- I'm not- I'm not feeling well right now. I'm just... stressed. Andre's coming in tomorrow, and Beck's leaving early and I've got to make sure that him and Sam are- Oh God. Can we just not do this tonight?" I cover my bare breasts with my sheet and glance from Cat to the door.
"You're kicking me out?"
"Yes. I don't want to talk about it." I can't just tell people things face to face all the time.
"C'mon, Tori... Pick up. Goddammit, I know you're up... It's only eleven-thirty..." I say to the phone. Maybe I should have put some clothes on before making this phone call, but I'm too high-strung right now to put on a shirt correctly. And I'm so OCD sometimes, that I don't want to have to get even more upset about something so stupid.
"Hullo?" a sleepy voice answers.
"Tori!"
"Jade?"
"Yeah... Tori?"
"Janet! Dr. Scott! Rocky!"
"..."
"S-sorry. I was watching Rocky Horror before- N-never mind. Uh... what's up? How's the movie." I can hear her suppress a yawn over the phone.
I sigh, for I am oh-so-dramatic. "The movie's fine. We're only a day and a half behind schedule and that's not why I called you."
"Oh? Okay. Then... Is it about Cat? How is she?"
"Yeah. Um... I feel like the worst person in the world. It's kind of about her."
Sternly, she asks, "Did she get kicked off set again?"
"No, no. It's- God, I can't lie to you. She's been cheating on you with-"
"What!" she shouts, nearly making me lose hearing in my right ear.
"-With me. I'm so, so sorry. That's not going to mean anything to you, but I'm sure you'd rather know than not."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
She stammers, "Wh-why everything! Y-you pretend to be my, you know, friend and even say that you're, what word am I looking for? Oh right. Straight. And then you take advantage of my wife? How could you? What did you do to her! How?"
I feel like the lowest of the low, the shittiest person in history. "I'm selfish. And it doesn't mean anything now, but I know how it feels."
"Oh, you know how it feels?"
"Beck."
"That was high school."
"You kissed him too!"
"That was a theatrical improvisation exercise!"
I swear, steam is coming out from my nostrils. "It damn well was at least spite. At least I didn't cheat out of spite."
"Pray tell, Jade, what in the world would prompt you to seduce my fucking wife?"
"Fine, I'll be honest. We kissed, kind of as a joke at her bachelorette party. And then I couldn't get her out of my head. And then there was- Andre! Oh... Oh, uh..."
"What about Andre?"
I dismiss this, "Nothing about Andre. He's just coming in and I need to... remember that." I'm not going to put Andre in the middle of this. That would make everything worse. "But... there was the time constraint. I wanted to- you and Cat- London... You would never know, and that was okay back when it started. I had gotten to thinking that if I had realized how incredibly attracted I could be to Cat when she was all for me- freshman and sophomore year by the way, she says- maybe things would have gone differently. Maybe I wouldn't have been the, uh, girl with all of the bad boyfriends. And I wouldn't have had to go through heartbreak with Beck. And that's why I'm telling you now. It hurts so much to see your boyfri- err, girlfriend- with someone else, especially if they're happy."
"You do realize you've ruined all three of our lives?" she says quietly.
"I do."
"The media's going to have a field day if this gets out."
"I realize. They don't have to know, if you're really careful."
She groans. "I can't do anything about this until she calls me."
"I'll make her call you."
"Do that. Her career's finished if she doesn't have a damn good reason for me to take her back."
I can only hope Sinjin's the first pap on this case, if any. But we still can't let this get out... Cat's Broadway career will be in the pits, and nobody's going to want to work with me. Tori'll probably be all right. The pity thing gets you far if you play it right.
"Tori, I'll take care of it."
"You better."