Disclaimer;

Looks like I still don't own Victorious.

Warnings;

This fanfiction contains femslash - Jade and Tori. This fanfiction is rated M for a reason. If you don't like the pairing or mature content, kindly do me a favor and don't read this.

Author's Note;

Back again with another update.

This one was delayed - I've been having to focus on my own personal projects. Then, after having written most of what you see here now, my hand got seriously jacked up, and I'm unable to use my right hand to type or do most anything at the moment. So, unfortunately, this chapter is a little short.

However, I decided I'd do one last update before I have to completely disappear for a few weeks. Part five is planned out, and as soon as I'm able to write again, I'm hoping to make up for my lack of progress. Things will be explained, and new things will happen. Spoiler alert: I do not intend to disappoint.

You are all too great - I don't care if you don't favorite or do anything I can see. Just you reading this makes me incredibly grateful. It makes me happy that there are people out there who're reading this and (hopefully!) liking it. If you'll be patient a little longer, I'll be back to updating more often with chapters more satisfying.

And with that, I hope you enjoy part four.

Can't Stop

Part Four

The vision that crept into her mind of the day's earlier events seemed almost surreal.

There she was, in the janitor's closet of her school, pinned to the wall by the dark-headed predator she was beginning to become entirely too fascinated with. She could still feel hot breath on her neck, a ghost of the girl's fingers sweeping over her, causing her skin to ache and her mind to wander into fantasies far from innocent. She couldn't help that she enjoyed the feel of, well, getting felt up by the completely shameless hands of the girl that she knew so desperately wanted all of her then and there.

It felt absolutely, fantastically filthy, and she couldn't shake the feeling that things were only going to go further down the line than where things stood now.

Even with Jade avoiding her eyes from across the hallway, she knew that the girl was watching her when her own eyes went back to what she was doing. Tori could feel that gaze - cold, scrutinizing - on her back, and she knew her every movement was noted. As the brunette shoved her phone into her purse, she could feel the other girl's presence coming closer, and as she shut her locker and turned to face her, she was instead greeted by a lively little redhead standing about three feet before the current center of her attention.

"Tori," came Cat's voice in a near whine. "Are you coming over tonight?"

Tori blinked. "Coming over?"

The shorter girl gave her a rather confused look as she took a step closer to her, and Tori watched as Jade's face skewed into an expression that could only be described as a snarl before throwing her bag over her shoulder and storming off.

"Yeah. . . Our project is due tomorrow," Cat continued, her head cocked to the side now.

"Oh, right," Tori said, her eyes following the dark-haired girl that was now rounding the corner of the hallway. Honestly, she didn't have the slightest idea what kind of project was expected from them - and she didn't quite remember agreeing to work with Cat on anything - but at this point, she realized she had been too busy being distracted by the her latest (strongest) infatuation.

"Well?" Cat said, and the brunette looked back to her to find that the girl's eyebrows were slightly pressed, (as if she was concerned.) When Tori gave her a look of near confusion, the little redhead whined, "Are you?"

"Right, I - yes," she said, and when the smaller girl gave an excited squeal and grabbed the other by her hands, Tori continued, "I'll be there at five!"

They had continued chatting until it was time to head off to the last class of the day, and finally, Tori felt she could give a sigh of frustration.

No, she hadn't planned on being at Cat's that night; that's not to say she didn't like her little airy friend, but as of late, she'd had other things on her mind. How couldn't she? Jade - incredibly beautiful, dark, dangerous Jade - had felt her up on more than one occasion. But even now, with the hope of finally getting to feel those slender hands on her again that night lost to an assignment she hadn't even bothered to remember, she couldn't help but wonder what Jade had thought when she'd seen her with her bestfriend.

Or were they really bestfriends anymore?

x-x-x

Cat's room was obnoxiously bright and incredibly pink.

Tori sat on the edge of her bed as the little redhead began to dig through the pile of things she'd laid on her desk just across the room. Although the room looked clean (most likely only an illusion that the stark brightness of the room gave off,) there were things strewn about it, from her clothes lying in piles across the floor to the unorganized mass of papers and pencils that were spread haphazardly over the top of her little white desk.

Cat was going on about something that the brunette had tuned out several minutes ago, and Tori found that she kept checking her phone, (as if it wouldn't go off if she left it alone.) It was a rather distracting game; she raise her eyes up to Cat when the redhead looked her way, give a "mhm" or "yeah" when it seemed appropriate, and then go back to looking at her phone - which, of course, had zero messages and zero missed calls.

"-And Andre said he thought so, too," Cat finished before giving a sound that came more as a squeal than anything else. As she turned around, Tori saw that she was holding a rather tattered sheet of lined paper with the words, "Cat and Tori's Project" neatly drawn in bubbly-looking letters with several hearts and stars scribbled around the font. "Found it!"

Tori had absolutely no idea what was written on the paper, although Cat had insisted that they had both come up with the idea in Sikowitz' class, (as he had, again, been running late due to some crazy circumstance that only he could find himself in.)

It came as a surprise to her when Cat sat down on the bed beside her and shoved what was nothing more than a blank piece of paper with their names drawn in a fancy hand at the top. She turned it over in her hands and looked for notes or words or anything, and the back came up blank as well.

"Uh, Cat," she said rather hesitantly, "there's nothing on this."

"Yes there is!" the smaller girl replied, pointing to the names at the top.

"But -" Stopping herself, Tori sighed, handing the paper back and rubbing a hand over her forehead before falling backward to lie on the bed.

After looking over the brunette for a moment, Cat gave a large, toothy smile and copied her, landing back on the hot pink comforter of her bed in a fit of giggles. Tori looked to her for a moment, and as usual, she wondered what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers - but when the red-haired girl turned to her, she had to look elsewhere, as though she couldn't honestly stay frustrated with the girl if she were to stare into those big, clueless brown eyes.

"What's wrong?" Cat asked, rolling over so that she was on her side and facing her friend.

For some reason, Tori became painfully aware of their closeness, and immediately she thought of Jade - and she was sure that the blue-eyed girl would be rather upset if she saw the two of them lying together on a bed only those few inches apart.

But having thought on it for more than an acceptable few seconds, Tori sat up, muttering the words, "Nothing, I'm fine." She shifted slightly so that she was farther away from the other girl and now sitting on the very edge of the bed, and Cat was almost offended by the movement.

"You've been acting weird."

Tori blinked. Now, why did this sound familiar?

"I'm not - I mean, I don't think -"

"Yes, you have," Cat said, and the brunette was surprised by the lack of the normal dizzy whine in her voice. "You've been showing up to class late, and you're being really quiet, and. . ." The girl's words trailed off as she looked off somewhere beyond the room they sat in, as though trying to come up with the words to say to the girl before her. "It's like you're far away."

"Far away," Tori repeated, as though testing the words.

It was true. Subconsiously, she had been slipping away from her normal life; she had been in the company of her friends less and less, texting them less, and yes, she'd been late for (and often completely skipping) class more times than she cared to count. As she sat there, it seemed as though these things were beginning to pile up, as though the realization was finally hitting her - she really had been completely and totally caught up on the one girl in her life that she had come to feel so much for.

And apparently, the effects of her obsession hadn't gone unnoticed by her friends.

Beck knew - but that was Beck. Intelligent, socially adept Beck. Honestly, Tori wasn't surprised when he'd let her know how he felt about the situation, but now that she was being told she wasn't being herself by Cat, who wasn't on the same level as Beck, (or, so she had thought,) she was beginning to think that the others in the group were seeing what was going on.

Pushing those thoughts aside, her mind came to a rather important question - just how much did Cat know?

"You and Jade are both just being weird," Cat continued, breaking the silence that had lingered between them for the past few moments.

Tori's heart stopped cold.

The brunette composed herself quickly before the girl turned back to her, and with a bit more quickly than she would have liked, she asked, "What's Jade been doing?"

Cat shook her head, looking down at her hands, the fingers interlaced. She gave a sound that came close to a whimper, and as Tori looked over her face, she realized that she had never seen the girl as honestly and deeply upset as she was in that moment.

"She won't answer my calls," she started, her voice rather shakey, "and she's only answered, like, one of my texts. I can tell she's ignoring me, but I - I don't know why. . ."

The taller girl felt a harsh pain hit her chest.

So Jade had been neglecting some people as well.

"I'm sorry." The words escaped Tori's lips before she'd had the chance to catch them.

Thankfully, Cat took them as a sign of sympathy, and immediately, the redhead went on to tell her friend everything that she had missed in the past few weeks, although Tori was sure that she had heard it all before, (as vague and as distant as it seemed in her memory.)

They never worked on their project.

x-x-x

Tori had left Cat's house only a few minutes earlier. She was making her way down the street, dialing her sister's number, (which kept going straight to voicemail,) when suddenly, a dark car pulled up next to her on the street.

The brunette swallowed down the lump that had risen in her throat, facing forward as she continued her way down the street, though her eyes shifted left and right to look for anyone around. The car continued keeping pace beside her, and after only a moment, Tori was quietly panicking.

A loud and rather angry voice errupted from the now-open window of the vehicle.

"Get in!"

Immediately, Tori turned and opened the door of the car, landing in the seat heavily as she slammed the door behind her. Sitting in the driver's seat adjacent to her was Jade, who, as angry as she had sounded, was looking rather pleased with herself.

"You didn't recognize my car," she said, her lips finally succumbing to a large smile. "I thought you were going to cry."

"It's dark, and yes, I was about to!" Tori snapped back, casting her a cross look before quickly turning to the window to watch the world that was now beginning to slowly pass by them.

Jade looked over her for a moment; she could tell that she had flustered her, and where as normally she would have been beyond entertained by this, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt for having scared her like that. After all, it was dark, and this was LA, (albeit the rather nice part,) but obviously she had managed to scare the hell out of the girl.

When the image of the girl next to her standing with Cat came into her mind, however, the feeling immediately passed, and her lips were once again pursed into a slight frown.

"So how's Cat?" Jade asked, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her. There was a hint of bitterness in her words that Tori caught immediately, although it was subtle in the way that the dark-haired girl seemed to speak to her at times when they were alone - but Tori had learned to sense the malice in her voice even when she said so much as a compliment to someone.

"She's worried," she said after a moment, casting her gaze over to Jade, who immediately tore her eyes from the road. Their eyes met for a moment, and for the first time in a while, Tori didn't feel any form of excitement as they looked to each other in silence. "She's worried about us."

"She knows?" Jade's eyes were back on the rather empty street as she spoke this time, as she knew she couldn't hide the anxiety beginning to brew within her.

"No, I -" Tori sighed, running a hand through her hair for a moment. "I don't know. She didn't say anything about us; just that we're acting weird."

"Oh," the dark-haired girl said, and there was an obvious tone of relief in her voice.

Jade knew about this. She realized that she was doing things she shouldn't be doing - slacking off in her classes, spending less time with people. . . doing things with Tori that she couldn't quite say were completely harmless. Feeling her up in the janitor's closet wasn't exactly the wisest of ideas, or even in her own living room, (as she was aware her mother was already displeased with her having been overtly physical with her boyfriend - God knows what she'd have to say if she'd walked in on her nearly devouring a girl.) Anyone could have seen them at school if they had so much as looked through the window to the closet, and she wouldn't have been surprised it a passerby or two had heard Tori earlier that day. That could affect her in more than a dozen ways - if someone had spread word, not only would her parents find out and quite possibly murder her, she could be expelled from Hollywood Arts - and that was not an option. Being booted out of the school could easily and quickly put an end to her career and furthermore her ambitions. And then Tori, too, would lose all of that, (although honestly, she was sure that the brunette hadn't worked even half as hard as she herself had at getting to where she was now.)

But aside everything physical they had been doing and the dangerous consequences that these actions entailed, there was something that seemed even more impossibly wrong. This whole spontaneous and absolutely unnatural thing between them seemed to be more than just a bad idea.

With Cat, it had been different, (so she told herself.)

They had been close friends for over three years before they had so much as laid a finger on each other, and with the two of them, (their actions becoming more bold, words more affectionate,) things had just clicked so inexplicably easily. There hadn't been a reason this all happened; she was with Beck, and though things had been a little rough, what happened between them had been a long time coming. And on that night where she had finally let her guard down, things fell into place without much thought or effort. It just happened.

And then there was the girl beside her - Tori Vega. This was the girl that not six months ago she was sure she could take a baseball bat to her knees, and yet, only a few hours earlier in the day, she had found herself kissing her so passionately and whole-heartedly that she could hardly tear herself away when she realized just how loud she was being. How had that even happened - how was it even possible to go from hating someone with every ounce of your being to being so goddamned romantic with them?

It wasn't possible, she told herself. She didn't feel anything for her - or. . . she shouldn't feel anything for her. That wouldn't be right. This was completely, undeniably sexual, and it was all for the sake of pride and revenge and physical satisfaction. And still, it was as though some malevolent, unholy force was pushing her further into a territory far more dangerous than any she had found herself before. She could in no way describe this bond between them as "friendship," and there was no way in hell that she was ever going to call it "love."

No, this was something different entirely. There would never be anything between them that she could come close to calling healthy or typical, platonic or romantic. The thoughts she had about her would never again be innocent. More unsettling was her lack of thought and judgement when she found herself alone with the girl. It was as if something twisted and sick came over her, and once again she was the dark-haired animal who had the intention of ravaging her prey senseless. When she became this way, she couldn't help but feel the absolutely burning need to bring the other girl to her knees, physically, mentally; to have her ready to submit with only the snap of her fingers, and begging for more when she did.

Tori was her way out of feeling powerless, and she was determined that this was all she would ever be.

But there was a part of her that didn't want things to be that way.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the sign for the old highway that was hardly ever used. It went on for miles and miles through nothing but vast, open land, and at this time of night, when the sun had only just set and the half moon above them shone unobscured in the darkening violet sky, it was beyond beautiful. She knew it would calm her nerves to go for a drive on one of her favorite highways, and without saying a word, she flipped her turn signal and turned onto street that lead to the desolate road.

Tori gave her a confused look. "Where are we. . .?"

"Relax," Jade said as the girl's voice trailed off. "We're just going the fun way."