Jade slammed the stall door behind her, ignoring the surprised yelp of the girl by the sinks. She waited until the footsteps left and checked under the door one last time, scanning the floor of the restroom for any other stragglers. Fortunately, she was alone. Finally.
Her skin had been itching for the blade all day. Whenever she laid eyes on Vega, her arms tingled and that sense of worthlessness bubbled in her stomach again. She hadn't even tried to hide what Tori saw. Not like she could anyway; Tori had seen enough. As much as Jade wanted to convince herself otherwise, the brunette was not an idiot. If anything, Jade herself was the idiot. The stupid, obvious, idiotic girl who let her guard down.
Feeling around in her bag, her fingers finally brushed against cool metal. A smile played on her lips. She had been waiting all day for this, the release from the anger and guilt she bottled up.
"Take a picture, Vega. It might last longer."
She repeated the half-hearted insult under her breath, chuckling. Why had she even said it? Why did she even care that Vega was looking at her? Let her stare. Let her stare all fucking day.
The scissors made their way to her arm. Let her stare all day at whatever the hell she wants. The opened blade made contact with her skin, but she couldn't bring herself to press down. All she could think of was fucking Vega, and her ganky puppy dog eyes that she swore were staring inside of her, past all the walls and bulletproof windows to her heart which was broken and bloody and raw from screaming. Her throat tightened with tears, which only served to anger her further. Now she was crying? Over Vega?
Over her dead body.
Breifly, she entertained the notion of arranging that. She could do it right now, and it would be dramatic and probably news-worthy, exactly the way she always anticipated going out. With a bang. Not literally, because that would be too quick and she deserved to suffer.
She deserved to suffer.
So why was she hesitating now that she had the chance?
The door to the bathroom opened, startling her out of her thoughts. Peeking under the door, Jade watched a pair of boots walk in, and as they passed the crack in her stall door, she caught a flash of wavy brown hair. It was just her luck that little-miss-perfect would walk in. She was good at intruding in moments she wasn't welcome. Jade leaned forward to watch her from the stall door.
Tori stopped in front of the mirror. For a while she just stared at her reflection, and Jade was just about to call her out for being vain when the other girl sniffed. Not a normal sniff, a sniff that said she'd been crying. Tori suddenly slammed a fist down on the sinks and Jade found herself flinching.
"God, Jade. Why?" For a second, Jade thought she was being addressed directly, but Tori's eyes were fixed on the floor. Her voice was strained and Jade had to work to listen to what she was saying.
"How am I supposed to help you? You don't even want my help. You hate me. And this is perfect timing," she chuckled ruefully. "Right when I'm going to tell you, I walk in on... Now if I tell you, you'll think I'm just saying it to be nice or to get you to stop."
She put her back on the wall and slid down it in frustration. Jade didn't even think to pick up her feet from Tori's eye level, instead trying as quietly as possible to put her weapon in her bag again. Tori's eyes flickered to the movement. Jade heard a small groan.
"Jade? Is that you?"
A/N: This one's a little longer, because while I enjoy writing short little crap chapters, you guys probably don't like reading them.