Chapter 2: Wrong Road
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious
"Ok, today's assignment is that I will pick you a partner and you will act like each other." Sikowitz shouts out to the class I sit back in my chair and cross my arms, waiting for him to make up his mind. "Ok, Cat and Robbie, Andre and Beck, Jade and Tori..." I don't listen to the other names he calls right after he calls mine. "Now walk over to your partners, and start" Sikowitz shouts and sits on the stage, watching us. "Hi Jade" I say to Tori, cheerfully. She glares at me and says "whatever." I think in my head of things Tori would say in this situation, earlier she did nothing but go talk to Cat. But I have to stay with my partner.
Normally I would have plenty of ways to insult her right now but I just can't. "Tori, cat got your tongue?" Tori asks, smiling. I hear Cat laugh in the distance about what Tori just said. "I..I" I stutter out, why the hell am I stuttering? Does this count as acting like Tori? I don't know but I just want to get the hell out of here. "Stop being such a gank" I say to her, feeling proud about myself for coming up with something. "Times up!" Sikowitz shouts and we all sit back in our own seats. Tori starts looking at me more through the rest of the class time. I glare at her, everytime she does. But something keeps building up inside of me. My stomach starts to turn, I start to shake a little, sweat starts to form on my forehead, and I never sweat.
There's something wrong with me, chemically. Something wrong with me, inherently. The bells rings and I jump out of my seat, realizing no one is there but Tori standing in front of me. I stand up quickly and look down at her. "What's wrong?" she asks, she sure has a lot of nerve. "Nothing" I growl, I glare her one more time, but there is no fear in her eyes. It's so irritating, "why do you hate me so much?" she asks me, really wanting to know. "I don't hate you I just don't like you" I say to her, trying to walk away from her. As soon as my back turns I feel her hand touch mine. I quickly turn back, giving her the darkest glare I could ever manage to show. But still no fear appears in her eyes.
"Why don't you like me? I have never did anything wrong to you" she says, still trying to hold on to my hand. The word that I mostly pay attention to is 'wrong'. "I don't like you because you fucking perfect, mostly always happy. Everyone loves you, it's not jealousy, just I don't know, Ok?" She lets go of my hand slowly as if to tell me that I could leave. I could have left a long time ago if I wanted to what I did want to. Why didn't I just leave? There is a empty feeling in my palm I look down at it, and stare. By the time I raise my head back up Tori is just a few inches from me, trying to open the door, but I am in the way. When I realize she is trying to get out I lean closer to the door.
She looks at me confused, tilting her head. "I'm not perfect you know. You are the only one that has said that or even thought it. You were the most unexpected person to actually say that to me though. And it means too much coming from you, too much." She says to me, looking down shaking her head, her hand still on the door, right by my ribs, her other hand resting at her side. "Yeah well uh, it means too less to me, too less." I say, rudely but I feel no anger towards her. I actually feel like I care, but whatever, she can't have help with everything. I move her hand to walk out, but I feel a overwhelming feeling take over me, telling me to go back.
'No!' I yell to myself in my thoughts. I shouldn't care about her, at all. Well maybe some since she has help me with some things, like the play. The hug, the picture, the dreams... I turn back quickly and walk back in the room. Tori is sitting down in the chair I was sitting in. I walk beside her and she looks up at me. I get on my knees in front of her, allowing her to look down at me and me look up at her. "Tori, I don't like you because I like you too much." I whisper to her laying my arms on her legs, pulling myself up a little bit. "And Tori don't expect me to be nice to you all the time. Don't try so hard to impress me because really I hate admitting this but you can impress me without even, trying. I am never going to say that to you again though." I say to her at least trying to help the best I can. She smiles a little bit and asks "can I touch you?" I glare at her at first then slightly nod.
She raises her hand, moving her fingers through my hair. I tell her "I'm not a dog you know" so she stops. But I did like her, touching my hair, I just don't want her to know that. She would probably use it against me or well I don't know. Instead she puts my arms around my upper back and hugs me. I don't hug her back my arms just lay to my sides and I let her, hug me. She pulls away smiling and I get up and say "don't ever talk about this, Ok" she nods and gets up too. I look at her for a short minute before grabbing her and kissing her on the cheek quickly. I don't even care look at her face as I rush out.
'What have you done?, wrong, wrong wrong' I shout in my head, running out the school. Not even paying attention to anybody. I just make my way straight to my car. I jump in, quickly starting the car and I drive away, not knowing where I am going but I just, drive. I need to get away it feels like she is still behind me I need to I need to... I took the wrong road. That led to the wrong tendencies.