Here you guys go, you asked for it. I just hope you like it…Sorry if it seems a little rushed…

Disclaimer: I do NOT own VicTORious.

A forced departure-One month later-Ace of Hearts Club-Jade's POV

Here I was, anxiously awaiting the arrival of my date. My godfather had been overly excited about my asking to have it here. He pulled out all the stops for me, even getting me fitted in a suit that was vaguely familiar. I had been harassed by his wife as she took my measurements and tailored a perfect outfit. She had forced a red button down shirt on me, the silver buttons reflecting the low-lighting dimly, and a pair of dark slacks. My godfather had ordered a special set of shoes to fit my size thirteen feet, and their sleek black trim blended nicely with the rest of my ensemble. He had further stretched his limits in offering to have my date picked up in a limousine, although I had to drive myself over in my black Charger. I hated not being beside her, and how she must feel being picked up by a chauffeur. I was sitting at the private table in the back, where we could only be disturbed by the necessary wait staff.

"Why so nervous, Jade?" Pietro, my godfather, asked from his seat next to me. I jumped, not even noticing when he got there. He had pulled up a chair and twisted it to where he had his arms crossed over the back. He had his goateed chin in his hand and he was giving me a curious look.

"I've never really been in this position, waiting for her to show. I can't say it's a pleasant feeling. My palms are sweaty, my heart's racing and it feels like I swallowed a desert. How do guys deal with this?" I responded, wiping my previously mentioned hands on my slacks. I looked at the mirrored wall beside me, fixing my hair even though no hairs had been misplaced since the last time I looked.

"Well, when you're a womanizer like me-"

"Are you lying to the poor boy again, Peter?" His wife butted in at the right moment. I laughed at the poor old man's humiliation, earning myself a slap to the back of the head. "Now, don't do that, Peter. The poor boy has enough to worry about without you smacking him on the back of his noggin."

"You forget, Meredith, this is our god-daughter, Jadelyn." He patted me on the back, reminding the fifty-some-odd woman who I was. She had a mild form of short term memory loss, and frequently mistook me for one of their younger patrons. I had to remind her, that I was one of their bouncers on the weekends and that I was not "slumming it" on the streets. "I'm just helping calm her nerves. She has a beautiful girl to wait upon."

"Oh, boy! Our little girl is growing up!" Meredith leaned over and pinched my cheeks. I groaned, having to deal with her torturous squeezes. They were more like my parents than my actual parents, being more supportive for me when I decided I wanted to be an actress/director. My Italian heritage brought along strong family ties, and I could trust them more than my parents. I was reluctant at first, but I needed someone to rely on, and I was tired of being alone, and starving. I was welcomed with open arms, without many questions asked. They offered to adopt me, if worse came to worst, and to support me in any way they could. Pietro has often stated that I could be his heir, and he would leave his fortune to me.

"Thanks, Meredith, but please, Cat doesn't know. She can't know, because I don't think she'll think the same of me if she did." I bowed my head, allowing my insecurity to show. I couldn't play with the idea of what she would do. I couldn't think of it, because I didn't want my heart to break. Her texts to "Jade" were becoming more and more infrequent, and sometimes I had to text her to get her attention. She would mostly talk about her new boyfriend, and how amazingly sweet he was. It hurt how she was drifting away from me, all because of some guy. Now I knew how she probably felt when I became obsessed over my relationship with Beck. The cold shoulder she gave me via text left me hurt and depressed. On the other hand, I was happy to have her so excited to be my date. I was a heaping mess of depression and elatedness. You could say I was bipolar, in a sense. I was trapped, between her feeling of abandonment by myself, and her newfound passion for the new me.

"Of course, deary, I will keep my mouth shut for the most part. I'm so sad that I do not have any baby photos of you stark naked…" She patted my closed hands before leaving to go back to the kitchen to order around the staff. I pinched the bridge of my nose, thanking my lucky stars that my photos were hidden somewhere deep in the recesses of my old house.

"Do not worry, Jade. I am sure you will do fine. Now, I must return to my business, for you know, it cannot run itself. If you need anything, just wave, one of my finest will attend to your needs." Pietro stood, spun the chair back into its place and strode off the boss around his henchmen. It only took a few minutes for me to get worried again. I looked at my watch, seeing that my assigned time was approaching and that my date would be here soon. I ordered our drinks, knowing that Cat would want some fizzy pop drink, while I went for my typical sweet tea. After wiping my hands on my slacks for the tenth time, my inner thoughts were interrupted by a quiet cough. I looked up to see Cat in a stunning black dress. Something niggled in the back of my head that I had seen this before, but something was missing. I stood up abruptly, almost knocking over my chair in the process. I still don't know how guys make it through this stuff so calmly and assuredly. I straightened my tie and slicked my hair back before holding out a hand to the petite redhead before me. She gracefully took it, a small smile on her face as she tried not to laugh at my clumsy antics.

"I was afraid you wouldn't show." I managed to get out before needing a drink from my tea. I cleared my throat and took her appearance in. Her dress hugged her curves, leaving nothing to my imagination. Of course, being best friends since we were little, I already knew what she looked like underneath, and that made my hormonal teenage boy body salivate. I blinked, hoping my staring wouldn't weird her out.

"Why wouldn't I? A place like this is hard to pass up." She glanced around at our surroundings, see the ornate decorations and the play on the place's name with hearts on cards around the building. Just then a waitress came and handed us our menus. Her name was Alisha, and she knew me from me being the bouncer. She had hit on me, just like every other girl did, until I politely told her I had no interest and that I already had a girl.

"So, this is the one you've been chattering on about, Jaden. She really is beautiful." Alisha complimented Cat, and made me blush.

"Indeed she is, Alisha. Thank you." I sent her away, not wanting any extra eyes watching us. After small chit chat, stuff that Andre had taught me specifically to talk about and what not to, we were ready to order. She got a salad, and I ordered a steak. Then Pietro and Meredith came out to speak with my date. They practically embarrassed me through the whole ordeal, telling fake stories about me bathing in the toilet, or kissing turtles because I thought they were princesses. Our meals came, and they ate with us. After we finished the meals, they brought out dessert. I ate most of it, wolfing it down and gaining my new nickname "Hungry Hippo" because of the manner that I ate it. I did not shove my head onto the plate, I just happened to barely be able to bring the chocolate mousse spoon up to my mouth. Dinner had wound down to us just talking about our futures, just like in the sappy romance movies Cat would force me to watch. Just as she brought up one of her favorite movies, The Notebook, a waiter I didn't recognize came by and gave us free drinks. Cat gleefully accepted the fruity beverage, while I was more skeptical about it. I called Alisha over, asking who that was. She offered up some bogus thing like the kid just got hired and they were still trying to figure out where to put him. I shrugged it off and heartily chugged the drink. What happened next, well, I don't really remember. It was all fuzzy, and blurry. I think we got into my car, and I drove to my apartment. There must have been something in it, because we were both feeling drunk, and all inhibitions went out the window. My de-ja-vu was from my dream, only I didn't wake up. I lived through it all, and I think I had sex with her. It was mind-blowing, and it being my first time, I never thought that I would be the one bringing her to the edge. We were both completely exhausted, and I don't remember falling asleep. I just remember her shouting out my name, Jade, without the "n".

The next morning

I woke up to the sound of classic Los Angeles traffic, and the feeling of something or someone lying next to me. I turned to see a slumbering Cat, nestled up beside me with a content smile on her face. Her red hair was messed up, and I saw a little bit of black mixed in with it. Wait a second, Cat's hair was strictly red. I reached up to investigate, only to find a feminine hand retrieve the obsidian strand. I pulled back, and looked at my hand, my hand! I sat up, slowly so I wouldn't wake Cat up, and looked in the mirror across from my bed. There I was, as the old me, naked and in bed with Cat. I shook my head, hoping that this was some awful nightmare that I could wake up from. I got out of bed and slunk to the bathroom, praying that Cat would stay asleep. I was back to my old self, long hair, boobs and everything. I knew I shouldn't have had that last drink. Shit, what was I to do? I couldn't stay here because Cat would wake up soon, but I couldn't leave because I didn't want to be that awful one-night-stand guy. How was I going to explain this? I couldn't deal with this right now, and I didn't want to hurt her. I compromised with leaving her a note on the pillow. I picked up whatever clothes I had that could possibly fit me and ran out, knowing the storm that would come after me.

Cat's POV

I searched for Jaden after waking up and finding his side of the bed empty. The bathroom door was cracked, so I went to see if he was just taking a leak. He wasn't there, but what I did find was a note next to my pillow.

My Dearest Caterina,

My apologies for leaving you so early in the morning. I am sorry to say that I was called back home last night, after our adventures, and that my parents required my assistance with their business. I enjoyed last night, I truly did. I hate that I had to leave you without being able to say goodbye, and I hope that my cousin will be able to explain to you how I feel about you. I leave you in her most capable hands. I do not know if I will ever be back, so I must ask for you to forget about me. I have enjoyed these last months with you, and you are a truly wonderful girl. Please do not grieve over my absence, my heart is breaking even as you read this note. I cannot say that I regret anything we ever did, and last night was the best night I have ever had. You were my first, and you will be my one and only Valentine.

Sincerely,

Jaden West

The note dropped from my hands, floated down to the floor and lay there. I, on the other hand, crumpled into a sobbing mess on his bed.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a terrible creature…And you guys are probably disappointed about the "McNasty" part. I will offer an explanation for that later on in the story…Just hang on and review! Also, it's really late, and I wrote this after watching a full day's worth of Olympics. Good job, Missy Franklin! USA USA USA!

Later!