Hey guys! That's right, I'm updating already! You guys gave me such great reviews, that I just had to keep the writing coming! Keep reviewing, by the way. It's quite helpful. ;)

Anyways, there are some things I need to fill y'all in on. For one, I do not own Victorious. In no way, shape, or form. I'm just a thirteen-year-old who likes to write.

And two, as you have just seen above, I'm only 13. Please don't think of me as a kid and stop reading, however, because I'm really not. I'm very mature for my age. But what I want to say is, this story is not going to be strictly sex. There will be some sexual hints and innuendos, and I assure you, there will be at least one sex scene, but it won't be purely sex. Honestly, I'm a little uncomfortable with putting it all up on the Internet. So, there will be some sexual content and I guess you could say, harsh language, but the story will mostly be Jori fluff.

Now that I've gotten that all out of the way, here's Chapter 2! Enjoy, my lovelies!

Jade's point of view.

Okay, what the hell was that about?

Tori has never been that mean. Never, ever. I mean, we've definitely had fights before. And those have gotten pretty bad. But I started those fights. Tori either just sat there and looked like she was about to burst into tears or bolted from the room. But this time, she snapped at me and started the whole thing.

Is Tori Vega, wimpy little Tori Vega, finally learning how to stand up for herself?

This could actually be pretty hot.

"Andre, get your hands off of me or I'll stab you with a pair of scissors," I bark, jabbing the back of my heel into Andre's shin.

Andre howls in pain, his hands immediately releasing their grip on my waist. "Goddamnit, Jade!" he wails, holding his shin and hopping around on one foot. "What was that for?"

I shrug, smoothening out my black, pleated skirt. The chain hanging from my waist swings back and forth, the silver metal clanking together. "I told you to get your hands off of me," I say smoothly, running a hand through my thick, black hair. "You didn't obey."

Andre grumbles to himself, quickly sitting back down.

"I'll obey you, Jade," Rex murmurs from Robbie's lap. "I'll obey you at night, when we're alone. May I have the directions to your bed, sexy thing?"

"Can it, puppet!" I bark. What is up with that thing, anyway? It acts like it has a mind of its own. Which it can't, because it's a puppet... Besides, the only person who'll be obeying me at night in bed will be Tori. Hopefully.

"Hey! Don't be mean to Rex!" Robbie whines. "What did he ever do to you?"

I groan and roll my bright blue eyes. "If he doesn't shut up, he won't be able to do anything to anybody."

That shuts Robbie up. He slumps in his seat, hugging that gross doll to his chest.

I snicker, snatching my bag up off the green lunch-table. "Well, I have to go. I have things to do and much more important people to see." It's not exactly a lie. I do have something to do; hang out with Tori. And Vega surely is much more important than any of these dorks. "Bye, losers!" I call, sauntering away.

Once out of the Asphalt Cafe and into the parking lot, I quickly locate my sleek, black Volvo. I unlock it and hop into the driver's side. Once inside the car, I jam the keys into the keyhole and start the car. Loud rock music instantly begins blasting out of the speakers. I forgot that I had been listening to it this morning. Turning the volume down, I adjust the sunglasses that are perched on top of my head. Beck got them for me for my seventeenth birthday.

Beck.

I'm totally leaving him alone while he's sick tonight. And I'm supposed to be his girlfriend. But then again, I don't really want to be his girlfriend anymore. It seems like all we do is fight and have sex. Sex is great and all, but I want a real relationship. Something you never thought you'd hear me say, right? I seem like the kind of girl who's a total slut, only dating people because of the fact that I can get them into bed. But I'm really not. I want a real relationship, just like any girl. I want to hold hands, and rub noses, and give each other sweet kisses. I want to have my hair played with and have someone buy me roses. I want someone to love me just as much as I love them. And I want that someone to be Victoria Jamie Vega.

My cell phone buzzes from my coat pocket and I fish around for it, finally finding the violet-colored device. Speak of the devil. On the screen is an alert, telling me that I have a new text message. From Tori.

I unlock the screen and open the new text. -Hey Jade! :) Should I bring anything special to your house tonight? Also, my mom wants to know if I'm sleeping over. You never mentioned anything about it, so.- it reads. God, she even texts cutely. It makes my heart skip a beat and my stomach tie itself up in knots.

-Bring whatever you want.- I text back. If only I could tell her what I really want her to bring, which is something sexy that can be easily taken off and some sex toys. A minute later, I remember that there was a second part to her message and send her another text. -Yeah, sure. Why don't you sleepover? It'll probably too late for you to leave once we're done with the script, anyway.- I almost might want her to sleep over so we can fuck, but that's not important right now.

-Okie dokie! :) See you at seven!- she replies a moment after. I stuff my phone back into my pocket and pull out of the parking lot. The whole ride home, the only thing on my mind is Tori and how wonderful of a night I'm going to have with her.

Tori's point of view.

A thong? I wrinkle my nose, pinching the navy blue, lacy garment between my thumb and forefinger. Should I bring a thong to Jade's house? My mind drifts away to what would happen if I did indeed bring the thong. I'd insist to Jade that I always sleep in underwear, because that's the only way I'm comfortable. I'd tease and taunt her, showing off my practically bare ass and not exactly fully-covered crotch. She'd be hypnotized and eventually end up dragging the thong down my thighs with her teeth..

I shudder, stuffing the thong into my bag before I get any second thoughts. It's definitely coming with me. I can't wait to see the look on Jade's face when she sees me wearing it.

I grab my now fully-packed bag and glance at the clock on my bedside table. It reads: 6:27pm. How in the world have I been packing for nearly an hour? Was I really spending that much time on trying to find clothing that would impress Jade? I guess I was.

Sighing, I grab my purse off of my bed and then saunter out of my room. I have to be at Jade's in half an hour, and I'm sure she won't mind if I'm a little early. Then again, she is Jade. I'll be lucky if I don't open her front door and get a punch in the face.

Walking downstairs, I find Trina and my mom sitting at the table, playing what I think is supposed to be cards. Except Trina has her feet up on the table, the diamonds adorning the dark blue Fuzzini boots we bought at the mall earlier glinting under the kitchen light. Her hair is wrapped up in tinfoil, and she has some kind of green gunk on her face. But she's holding cards, and so is my mother.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Playing UNO," my mom answers simply, looking up from the cards in her hand.

I glance at Trina again, who is now using one of her cards to wipe some of the green stuff off her face..and stick it in her mouth. I thrust a thumb at her, arching an eyebrow and looking at Mom. "Is she playing cards?"

Trina rolls her eyes. "I'm right here." She licks the card clean and then sets it down on the table. "And of course I'm playing! Do you not see me holding the cards?"

"Well, it looked like you were eating your face with the cards, not playing with them."

"I have a guacamole mask on. I'm hungry, so I decided to try it. It's actually pretty good!"

"Okayyy." I grab a peach out of the bowl out of the bowl on the counter, taking a large bite out of it. "I'm going to Jade's. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon."

I spin on my heel, and start to walk towards the door, but then my mom stops me. "Wait, Jade West? Isn't she the mean girl? Why are you going to her house?"

I sigh, turning back around. "We have a project to work on. I kind of have to go." *Besides, I'm in love with the girl. I'm not going to give up an opportunity to sleep over her house,* I add silently in my head.

My mom smiles, and then goes back to looking at her cards. "Okay, sweetie! Have fun!"

I smirk, spinning around. Of course I'll have fun. I'm going to stay over the love of my life's house. I slip on my black ballet flats and then open the front door, slipping out into the warm evening. The sun is setting, so the sky is a gorgeous mix of tangerine-orange and violet. It's quite warm outside, despite the fact that it's March. I hop down the front steps, and then quickly make my way across the driveway to my red convertible. I unlock it and then clamber into the driver's seat, grabbing my keys out if my purse before throwing it into the backseat the car. I jam the keys into the keyhole, starting the car. I buckle my seatbelt and then pull out of the driveway.

The drive to Jade's is quick, only about ten minutes long. I arrive at her house just as the sun is going down, and by the time I get to her doorstep, it's dark outside. Taking a deep breath, I reach up and push on the doorbell lightly. I hear the doorbell echo through her large house, and then footsteps padding across what sounds like a wooden floor. The footsteps get louder and louder, and then finally come to a stop. I hear the click of the lock being twisted, and then the brass doorknob in front of me turns slowly. The door swings open.

Breathe, Tori, I think to myself. This is going to be the best night of your life.