(Tori's POV)

They want me to clean out Jade's locker. She's been gone for fucking three weeks and they want me to clean out her locker. What, are they certain she's going to—

I stop myself from thinking that, because that won't happen—it can't happen, so it won't. Earlier, I was called to the principal's office, and he talked to me about Jade and how she may not make it and that she's been gone for a while. Douche. So then I was practically seething by that time, and the secretary handed me a big box. I stood there, though, glaring at the principal's office door, and I guess the secretary thought I'd just go along my merry way, because she talked to me as if I were some freaking baby—It's time to leave now, honey—I'm not dumb, I know when I'm required to walk out of a door.

So I did that, and then I went towards Jade's locker, and now Robbie is putting something in his. I scowl at him, and put in Jade's combination that the office gave me. None of us (us being me and Cat and Andre—Beck… well Beck doesn't count because Beck's being stupid and acting like a baby. Long story,) really want to talk to Robbie. He's been such a jerk lately, not caring about Jade at all. Sure, she isn't the nicest person in the world, but she did care for every one of her friends, it just took a while to notice. Or maybe I just spent too much time noticing things about her. Whatever.

Robbie looks at me weirdly while I pop the locker door open. The inside is pretty basic—three textbooks, a friendship bracelet from Cat (I may or may not be jealous), a now-moldy water bottle, pack of scissors (the kind you'd find with scrapbook kits that having different edges), and a pen. On the door is a picture of someone that looks like an older version of Jade, probably her mom, a picture of a pretty golden retriever, a fake rose that looks really real (if it were alive it'd be dead by now), and… and a picture of us at lunch.

It seems to be a candid, and judging by the fact she isn't there, Cat seems to be the one taking the picture. Robbie, back then his usual self, is sitting near Beck and seems to be vigorously explaining something—I think it was Pokemon White and Black, Beck has an arm around Jade's shoulder, who's on his right, and seems to be listening to Robbie just so the shorter boy's feelings won't get hurt. Andre and I were talking about different cereals (or bands, I don't know) and why certain ones her better, I think.

Jade's looking high uncomfortable in Beck's embrace, as if not into their relationship anymore, which I've never noticed. She seems to be frowning in thought, as if thinking about something highly important, whilst in the midst of pulling away from Beck; and that's all dandy, but she's looking straight at me. Am I the confusing thing? If so, what's so confusing about me? Or was it the conversation with Andre? But then again, I don't really think Lucky Charms beating Fruit Loops is really in Jade's top concerns. But then why… Ugh. Jade, why do you have to be so confusing?

"Hey."

I squeak and snap out of my reverie, ripping my eyes away from the picture, turning towards Robbie who just talked. I clear my throat, turn back to the locker, and start to painfully and slowly grasp things and put them in the box; finally, I side-glance at Robbie.

"Hey to you too."

He licks his lips, and I pause.

"Are… are you okay? Doing this?" Robbie gestures to Jade's locker, and I move from the unfinished inside to the door, slamming it shut and begin my attempt to tear off the various scissors.

I snap, "I'm fine," and successfully get a green one off. The force makes me fall back though, and I land roughly on the hallway's tile. My head pounds, and the box skids across the floor. I keep my gaze at the ceiling while Robbie hurriedly kneels at my side.

"Tori! Are you okay?"

I blink, headache growing, and shrug.

"I'm fine."

"What do you mean you're—"

I turn my head, looking straight at Robbie, "Did you have sex with my sister?"

He pales dramatically, and scoots back, "I—I, um—"

"So you did?"

Robbie takes in a deep breath and nods. I turn back to the ceiling.

"Oh. That's cool."

Robbie comes back, but avoids my gaze and starts messing with loose strings on his sweater.

"No, it's not—I've," he gulps, "I've been such a jerk lately. Tori—I'm so sorry, I just don't know what to do and everything's getting all weird with Beck. I mean," he speeds up the twirling of strings, "Him and me were best friends, and I should be helping him but I'm not because I don't know how and—"

Now, curled up fully on my side, I smirk against the tile floor, laid-back. Have I changed a lot or is it just me?

"Robbie."

Slowly, he looks up.

"It's fine, alright? Beck's being a baby and selfish, his moping around has gone on long enough. Crying and crap won't help Jade, and neither will having sex with my sister."

Robbie breaths out the breath he had in, nodding vigorously.

"I—Okay."

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A/N: This chapter is insanely short and terrible for three reasons. One: I thought it would end nicely there, two: I didn't know what else I could've (or should've) added, and three: I still have insane writer's block. The next time we're in real-life, though, a little sum'in sum'in (how the hell are you supposed to spell that?) is going to happen with Beck and Cat. Sorry for the late update! Review? You won't though because this was so short and terrible.