Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews. Loved them…all of you are really liking the story now, huh? Well, that's good and thanks for the appreciation! Here's Chapter 12…
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
SATURDAY
At first, they didn't understand what was going on. But, as soon as they could, the girl pushed herself away from the boy's hard arms, stood up, and started to continue her work.
The paparazzi left and the party went on. The boy silently apologized to the girl for ruining her party, but she understood that wherever he was, the paparazzi would definitely be. He left soon, even though he ended up staying much longer than he desired.
3 AM on SUNDAY.
The party wrapped up and people went home. Cat and Robbie left, their neighbors left, and soon, it was just the girl and her boyfriend. They cleaned up and went home, too, being the normal, happy couple that they were.
MONDAY
"Tori, you're finally here." Beck said, as she entered his private room through the back door like every other day. She became ready for her bashing, which she knew would be a normal occurrence if she was late.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm a little late –
"Tori, you know the paparazzi can do anything with those pictures," he flatly stated, standing up and telling her more, "They can crop it so it's only both of us with no one else, they can change the background to like a couch or something! They can do whatever they want!"
She just stood there, surprised for two reasons; one was that he was overanalyzing this. Two was that she couldn't let that happen…especially with her boyfriend on her back.
Beck was thinking about his reputation. He couldn't just let it be ruined by someone posting that he was with a girl that was getting married to someone else. That wasn't his persona. That wasn't him. And he didn't want that type of persona, even though, he knew that deep inside him, Tori was taking a place in his heart, something that no one had been able to take before. He didn't love her or even like her as a friend, but he had let Tori in already, and he couldn't take her out.
She was his companion and he was pretty sure that she considered him as one, too. She truly didn't express it, though.
A couple of hours passed until there was a heavy knock on the door. Tori wasn't allowed to open the door until her boss gave her permission to open it. It was in the rule book that actually didn't exist.
"Tori go check the door," Beck told her, "and if it's the director's assistant, tell him to give me a couple more minutes."
"Sure." She walked up to the door but noticed that Beck had begun unbuttoning his shirt. He had on a wife beater underneath, like always, but it still gave her chills looking at him like that.
"Hello," she started off as she opened the door to see Andre standing there, arms folded across his heavy chest, his hair falling into his eyes, his eyes almost as red as his messily done tie.
"Andre?"
"Who is it, Tori?" she could hear Beck calling to her.
"It's Andre, Beck." She replied trying not to let her voice quiver.
"What?" Beck yelled back.
"Ummmm…yeah. Come in, Andre." She tried to tell Andre to come in, but it seemed like he didn't need her permission.
Beck started walking towards him, putting his shirt back on but leaving it unbuttoned.
"Why are you here?" Beck asked, entirely pissed because he hated it when people came into his room. Personal privacy was his thing and he liked to keep it that way.
Andre ignored his question as he walked further into the room.
"So, Tori…this is where you work every day?"
"Yeah, I guess," she said, getting a serious, 'tell him to leave' look from Beck. He soon raised an eyebrow which told her 'now!'
"Tori, I'm going to get straight to the point. Why did you do it?"
"What are you –
"Was I not enough for you? You had to leave me and do this to me?"
"Andre, can we talk about this outside? I'm at work, and I'm pretty sure Beck doesn't want to hear this?"
"It's always about him, isn't it?"
"Andre, let's leave the room." Tori had a gut feeling she knew where this was coming from. She started to tear up a little, but when she held open the door to walk outside, Andre knocked down Beck's little coffee table in his room.
"I can't do this anymore, Tori. I'm sorry."
"Andre, what are you saying?"
"You're right. I can't believe that I'm actually sorry for breaking up with you. You don't deserve my freaking apology, when you did this to me." And with that, Beck looked at Tori and Andre, and then decided that he shouldn't interrupt the couple and left while closing the door.
He waited and waited. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes.
"Sir, are you ready for the shot?" the director's assistant walked up to him, but Beck angrily shooed him away waiting for the two lovebirds inside to settle.
Soon, Andre walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He gave Beck a stern look, but Beck decided to ignore it. He approached the door with a slow pace and he could hear crying inside. He felt bad for the girl, but he was sure Andre wouldn't break up with her. She seemed confused at why they were fighting but still, Andre seemed like a good guy to him when they met. He wondered what actually happened.
Beck had been through a pretty rough break-up himself but he was used to being alone without Jade. He didn't think Tori would be the same. Beck still didn't think that they broke up; he was sure they would make up later.
He walked inside saying, "Tori?" He could see her standing there like a zombie, black tears staining her face. She just stood there, not responding to anything he said.
"Tori?" he said again, as he shook her shoulders trying to get her attention from the back. And seeing how she quivered at her touch, he lost it.
"Tori, what happened?" he said again, breaking the silence in the room. She broke out into tears again, pouring everything she had. He put his hand on her shoulder.
And almost immediately, she turned around wrapping her arms around his neck and cried into his shirt. He tried to hold her, too, but it didn't feel right like this. He suddenly had the urge to step out of his room, and go kill Andre, but he knew Tori was more important at this time.
He tried to shush her, but she just cried more and more. He felt good in that moment, the fact that she relied on him for support and didn't go running away. He hoped he could give her the support she needed; he knew he was arrogant but he couldn't just leave a crying girl sitting in his dressing room and walk out without feeling horrible.
"Tori, you've got to tell me what happened," he said while walking her to the sofa and putting her down.
She sat down, while she violently wiped her tears off of her face. He crouched down in front of her while she sobbed a little more until she finally stopped.
"He doesn't believe me," she said, trying not to break down again, "he thinks I don't love him."
"Tori, what did he say?" She looked up at him, and at that moment, he didn't want to know what had made her so miserable. She pointed at my dressing table. All he could see were some papers and his makeup.
Beck curiously stood up walking to his dressing table, trying to figure out what she was pointing to. Even though, he had a feeling that he already knew what was lying there waiting for him.
He picked up the first magazine and read the headline:
Beck Oliver's New Love Interest, Tori Vega
Next magazine:
Did Beck DUMP Jade West for his new girlfriend, Tori Vega?
And, there were so many more he couldn't even read. The picture they used had been cropped and photo-shopped. It was the same picture from that party.
He crumbled up the magazine and threw it on the floor. He looked at Tori who was eyeing a ring in her hand, yet again uncontrollably crying.
She looked up at Beck and tried to talk to him clearly.
"It's over, Beck. This is it."
So, how was that? Sorry this is so late, but I hope it was worth it. Personally, I really liked this chapter. Lots of Bori, lots of drama. Remember to review. Thanks for reading and come back tomorrow!
