Author's Note: Hello again, everyone! I know I said this would be a oneshot, but I got an unexpected brainwave for a second chapter. So this might just be a twoshot, but the muse is a very impetuous thing ;D This chapter is from Jade's POV, hope you like :D Warning for excessive swearing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or its beautiful cast. Just my own perverse imagination.

Shit, the paint's fading on my bedroom walls.

Needs more black.

That's all I could think about while painting my nails an extra shade of black and listening to my iPod.

It's all I want to think about at this point.

My life is beyond fucked up and it's all Tori Vega's fault.

Why did she have to transfer into Hollywood Arts? It's bad enough that her stupid sister came to the school and started writing asinine one-woman plays every other semester. Then Tori just had to come to Hollywood Arts and be oh so nice and oh so eager to prove herself as a performer.

Gag me.

When I think about it, this is all Andre's fault for convincing her to transfer in the first place. I swear, he's got a major boner for her.

And ever since then, Tori's been making my life a living hell. First with kissing my boyfriend (ex now), stealing the limelight every second she got and now…

God, I can't even say it. It makes me wanna punch a hole in the wall.

I may…like…Vega.

Aaargh!

And I actually just punched my fist against the wall.

Mother of God, that hurts!

Now I'm sitting on my bed rubbing my bruised hand thinking about Vega even more.

How the fuck did this even happen?

I hate her, she's everything that's wrong with modern society and teenage girls in general. She's clean-cut, she listens to Taylor Swift records (double gag), she's nice to old people, everybody likes her.

So what does that make me?

All I know is that Tori and I kinda bonded while shooting "The Wood" on campus together a couple of weeks ago. I realised then that Vega's not all that goody-goody 24-7. She has a devious and scheming side to her which I really appreciate. Like playing the rumours of her and Beck as an item to her advantage to get bigger ratings for the show. Or actually going along with my idea to whack the janitor's 'car' with golf clubs. Ex-cept that we ended up trashing Festivus' car for real and getting triple detention with Lane.

But honestly, we ended up having a lot of fun in detention fixing up Festivus' car. I even got Tori good when I sprayed her from head to toe with water. The look on her face afterwards was just classic…

Holy crap!

What the fuck is wrong with you, Jade? You sound like you're describing a freakin' beer commercial!

I have to stop thinking about this. But now it's all I can think about cuz Vega just had to go and make a big deal out of me saving her from Sinjin's almost fake rock face plant. So what if I pushed her out of the way and stopped her from getting hurt? I do nice things sometimes.

Pfft, who the hell am I kidding?

I'm Jade fucking West and I don't do nice.

This thing with Tori has got my head screwed up, and not the good way either. And she just had to go drag me into the janitor's closet to try and get some answers outta me. Grrr, this chick is sooooo annoying! Why couldn't she just let it go for once?

I was so steaming mad that I just wanted to punch her right in the face when she tried to stop me from leaving. But I didn't do that, I ended up kissing Tori instead.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this but…it was so fucking unbelievable! I know this is Vega we're talking about, but I'm not bullshitting. Even more surprising was that kissing her was way better than kissing Beck. Of course, I'm the one who taught Beck how to kiss, so naturally I'd be satisfied.

But with Vega…it was just…unexpected in the best way possible. And the fact that Vega didn't even see it coming either just made it a whole lot better. I could tell she was freaked out, but she still went along with it like some helpless little puppy. I know that makes me sound like some kind of sadist, but I don't give a shit. That's how it was. Thank God the janitor wasn't actually there taking a nap under a blanket when we were in there; that would've killed the mood faster than Sikowitz killing a herd of elephants to use for his secret sausage recipe.

And I didn't even get to finish what I started. It's like I came back to reality when she said my name out loud while I was working on getting her off. That's when it hit me: I'm in a fucking janitor's closet with Tori fucking Vega of all people and I'm having the time of my life. That's when I knew I had to stop and get the hell out of there and put some distance between me and her.

And so, here I am in my bedroom after avoiding Tori for most of this weird day. If I were still with Beck, I could've just hidden behind him and our relationship and just pretended that I never started down this road in the first place. But now I can't do that and I'm so pissed off.

How did I get into this mess?

Then I hear this weird noise coming from downstairs. It sounds like someone's in my house. My parents are out of town and I'm home alone. I don't usually freak out about staying at home by myself; Beck's the only one who usually comes over during those times. But he and I aren't together anymore – who else could it be?

I wasn't left in suspense for too long when I heard soft footsteps outside in the hallway. Then my bedroom door swung open unexpectedly and I literally did a double take to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

Tori Vega's here, in my house.

Tori's in my bedroom – what is she doing here? How does she even know where I live? Now I'm gonna have to steal my records from school and change my address. I thought I wouldn't have to do that shit again after Sinjin stole my lamp right out of my damn bedroom…

"Vega, what an unpleasant surprise," I drawled out, adding as much venom to my tone as possible.

She looked so unsure of herself, like she was preparing to do something really uncomfortable. Watching her not break out into a chorus of 'Make It Shine' oozing confidence is a nice change of pace.

"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom, Vega?"

"Looking for you. Besides, you've been up in my bedroom before without me even knowing."

Well played, Vega.

I guess this kitty's got claws after all…

"So I was. Wanna guess what I was doing up there?" I asked with an intentional seductive purr just to piss her off.

"Cut the crap, Jade. I'm not playing games with you. I wanna know what today was all about." Tori fumed in an uncharacteristically angry voice.

And she definitely looked the part of righteous anger right now. I would've been bored already if I wasn't curious about where she was going with this little bard speech of hers.

I shrugged to give myself time to stall a little before answering her.

"Maybe I was bored and needed somebody to toy with for my own amusement. That's what you wanna hear, right? Jade West is such a cold-hearted bitch; she doesn't care about anyone else but herself and her own psychotic whims."

"Fuck you, Jade!"

Well, that's a first.

I bet Vega's never cursed a day in her life and she picks today of all days to finally break the rules. And I'm the one who's brought her to this perversely corrupt demise.

That's kinda bad-ass.

"For a moment there, you seemed kinda mad at me. I'm impressed, Vega."

"Well you're wrong, Jade. I'm not mad at you – I'm fucking pissed off at you. Not even for being such a raging bitch to me since the day I first started at Hollywood Arts. But for totally screwing with my head today: for hitting me in the head 3 times and almost giving me a concussion; for pushing me and for doing what you did to me earlier when I tried to talk to you and see if you were ok." Tori declared angrily, which had me completely riveted for a couple of seconds.

Then she was towering over me while I sat on the edge of my bed, her brown eyes boring holes right through my body.

"But most of all…" Tori trailed off, her eyes raking over my face and focusing on my lips.

"I'm pissed off at you for just leaving me there all by myself in a freakin' janitor's closet!"

Then she pushed hard against my shoulders and I fell back on my bed, wondering what the hell was going on.

"And now…you're gonna finish what you started."

Finish what I started? What the fuck is this chick talking about-

I didn't even finish my train of thought because Tori suddenly got on top of me and straddled my waist. Then her long wavy brown hair was falling all over my shoulders as she leant in and started kissing me.

Holy crap on a cracker, Tori's kissing me! Does that mean she actually liked what I did to her earlier? This girl is full of surprises…

Unlike her, my lips started moving almost immediately with hers, my tongue automatically exploring the inside of her mouth, even though my brain was still a few steps behind my raging hormones. This felt like some strange chapter out of one of my dreams which I can't tell anyone about.

But this was no dream, this was really happening. Tori is on top of me, kissing the crap out of me in my own bedroom, taking complete control of me. And the sick masochist in me can't get enough. I tried to grab the back of Tori's head to hold onto, but she slapped my hand away and pinned both of them on each side of my head, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes.

Holy shit, I am so turned on right now!

I'm not even sure how Vega got my sweater off; the next thing I knew, it was rumpled in Tori's hand before she threw it behind her. And then her lips were moving further down my face like she's memorising every single curve and line – ow, she bit my bottom lip!

Kinky.

I was breathing like a freight train at this point while Tori began sucking on my pulse point, her hands making short work of unsnapping the front clasp of my bra. How did she know that was there? She is crazy good.

"Tori…" I mumbled, my hormones on hyper drive at this point.

"Shut up! Don't talk, don't say another word! This is my show…" Tori hissed, being sure to bite down extra hard on the top of my breast, which excited me even more.

Damn right it's your show! Please please, Vega - get to the good part before I explode right now!

"Shit!" I yelled, forgetting to keep quiet when Tori's mouth clamped down onto my left breast and began sucking on it, her tongue swirling around my nipple till it hardened in her mouth. The sensation of her lips on my body was doing strange things to me down below, like I could scale a 50-foot wall right now from the way that she was teasing every inch of me.

I couldn't do anything except react to her touch and go along for the ride, even though this was all so fucking weird. I groaned in disappointment when Tori stopped teasing my breasts. But then she started fiddling with my sweat pants and I started doing a mental happy dance all over again. With my hands free, I helped her pull down my pants and get them off of my hips in record speed.

And then I was lying on my bed in just my underwear (even thinking about the word 'panties' makes me want to kill myself) and Tori's lips met mine in a searing kiss. I wonder who taught her how to kiss – she's pretty good at it. I really hope it wasn't Danny, that douche bag ex of hers. He doesn't look like he can kiss for shit.

Somewhere in-between, Tori had moved away from me and pulled off her own jeans and tank top till she was left in a white camisole that left her muscled abdomen exposed and a pair of sexy black boy shorts that showed off her long tanned legs. I think I might've licked my lips at this point – that's how desperate I was for Tori to keep touching me and send me over the edge.

While she leant over to kiss me again, those dainty fingers of hers were doing some walking of their own, creeping lower and lower over my stomach and pausing over the elastic band of my underwear. And then her hand plunged inside of my underwear without warning, her index and middle fingers rubbing against my most sensitive area with an urgency I didn't know she possessed. My breath got stuck in my throat when Tori laid some of her weight on top of me and began grinding her hips against mine, matching the rhythmic pace of her fingers, our lips moving frantically together all the while.

Sorry, Beck, but you were just a shot in the dark in comparison to this! Because right now, Tori's touching me and working my body like this isn't all new to her, or to me. And I don't want her to stop, not till she finishes what she started. It's kind of ironic how the roles have suddenly switched…

"Oh God, oh shit…fuck, Tori…" I gasped in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Tori kept going, looking like she wasn't going to stop any time soon.

I could feel that familiar burn forming: starting up in my chest and flowing downwards where it translated into a sweet ache begging for release. Tori kept her mouth clamped on mine as her fingers picked up the pace to send me over the edge. My hips lifted off of the bed each time and rubbed against Tori's thigh situated between my legs, my breath getting trapped in my chest, feeling fit to burst with each moan that came out of my mouth.

Oh God, this feels so good!

Yes, fuck yes…

FUCK!

I felt some of her weight lift off of me and I could breathe again, my heart pounding in my chest. My legs were wobbly like jelly, still shaking a little from the intense orgasm that I'd just experienced from Tori's expert hands.

Tori's expert hands – who the fuck knew?

I was still giggling at the realisation as I finally came down from my high. And when I finally opened my eyes, I saw that Tori wasn't on the bed anymore with me. She was standing near the edge of it zipping up her skinny jeans.

"Wait, w-where are you going?" I asked in confusion.

"I'm going home," Tori answered, as if I had just missed something vital she slipped her tank top back on over her head.

"What?"

"You heard me. I got what I came for. See ya at school, Jade."

I was still spluttering with a mixture of confusion and indignation by the time I heard the front door shut behind her. But I still couldn't believe that Tori was actually gone. I was still lying on top of my duvet in just my underwear, my brown hair splayed across my chest, my skin still damp from what had just happened, in a state of total and complete mind-fuck.

Let me get this straight: Tori barges into my bedroom unannounced, yells at me, then has her way with me. And now she left just like that, like it didn't mean anything to her?

Tori Vega, I think I love you.

Author's Note: So that was pretty bizarre even by my usual standards :P For a story like this, I figured, the weirder the better. I hope Tori wasn't too OOC, I like to think that Jade has an uncanny way of pushing her buttons, even in a sexual scenario ;D I hope I characterised Jade well, Liz Gillies is the bomb :D Ok, that's all from me for now. Hope you all have a good night, cheers!