Disclaimer: I'm not Daniel Schneiderman

A/N: Sorry it has been so long but thank you for the support! It's amazing. Honestly, I have been busy but also unmotivated because I am not really that proud of the quality of writing in this. But you guys seem to (?) so I'll keep going. I think you'll be surprised by this chapter, but I hope you will all enjoy it regardless. Thanks.

Tori Texts Beck

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"André, come back!" The words were hoarse from fighting past the lump in my throat.

"Shh, sh. Tori, it's ok. Come back to the mops." Sinjin coaxed, reaching for my hand.

"No! Don't touch me, you've done enough!" My voice cracked in the middle of my sentence, folding me into a mess of sobs. I "You ruined everything." I whispered through the tears, leaving him alone on a bucket with a floor full of my mascara.

The clicking of my heels on the floor was unbearable, I pulled them off and ran bare-footed to my car, desperately searching the parking lot for André, knowing before I did that I wouldn't find him. He was gone.

Resting my head on the steering wheel, I savoured the silence and tried to clear my cloudy mind.

BZZZ!

My pearphone made me jump, hitting my head on the steering wheel. I reached out for it, hoping André might have decided to hear me out. Sinjin: I'm still here in the janitor's closet if you want me, baby.

Ew. Without being able to stop it, there I was again, reliving every horrible moment.

I don't remember getting there, but I guess my subconscious lead me to the janitor's closet. It was known throughout my group as a place for peace, which was exactly what I needed in that moment. I swung open the door and collapsed onto an overturned bucket, hoping for some peace of mind. My eyes were glued to the phone in my hands as I typed Beck's number, I guess that's how I didn't see him.

"Hello, Tori."

"Sinjin? What are you doing here?!"

"Oh, you know, just… chilling." He tried to hit a casual pose whilst hiding the hammer behind his back. Tried, but failed miserably. "Wait, what's wrong?"

Then I don't know what came over me, but I felt alone and scared. I just needed someone, anyone… I thought. What I really wanted was André, but that was never going to happen. So I stood up and hugged him while he awkwardly patted my back with the hammer. The worst part was that I didn't even get any comfort from it. No, the worst part came next. As Sinjin grabbed me by the shoulders pulled me away from my body and kissed me.

His lips crushed mine, pressing my teeth against the inside of my mouth, coming dangerously close to piercing my teeth. His tongue snaking between my lips followed this. It happened so quickly that I was still registering what was happening when the door opened.

Our eyes made contact and for the longest second of my life his stare shot right through me, the icyness giving me goosebumps. He spun on his heel and stormed down the hall, without a second glance. I was still fighting Sinjin off and stammering about how it wasn't what it looked like. But it was too late.

Looking down at my phone, rage washed over me. Did Sinjin really have no perspective on what he's just done? I was preparing to throw the stupid device out the window when I realized that just because André hadn't contacted me, didn't mean that I couldn't reach out to him. It was worth a try, right?

Tori Vega: Things aren't always what they seem

Mood: Desperate