Disclaimer: Yes, I don't own Victorious.
It was already dark when she left, not even bothering to shut the door. I stare at my hands gripping the steering wheel, at my knuckles turning white. I'm still there, sinking in my seat, shuddering at the cold draft touching my bare abdomen. My heart's still drumming so loud no matter how hard I try to calm down. My breathing is still heavy, still feeling her nails on me and the red lines they made across my chest and sides. I trace them, my fingers trembling. My mouth still tastes like her.
How could I let myself get carried away like that? I am Jade West. I'm always in control. I never let people touch me or hurt me. I get to do the hurting. Me. I shift in my seat and wince. Right, the bitch left bruises everywhere, hand marks. Then my blood rushes again.
I scream in frustration, gritting my teeth. She's getting into me.
"What's the band-aid for?" Cat squeaks a greeting, shifting on the balls of her feet excitedly. We're at lunch and like she always says, she loves food, really loves food. She pokes at the gauze on my neck, bending towards me like an innocent child. I pause. Well Vega did it. I scrunch my eyebrows. That sounded like it's the most obvious thing to say. That bitch. I rub at my neck absentmindedly, ghosting over the gauze that I try to hide the bite mark with. Well, not from Vega, obviously.
"A cat bit me," I look towards the doors, pulling at the collar of my huge sweater.
"Hihi, a cat," she giggles, her smile hiding behind her paws.
"Yes, Cat, it was a cat," I turn towards her. She always liked people saying 'cat' without talking about her. She sits down beside me, carefully settling down her salad on the table.
"Don't you think it's weird that anyone or anything will even try/want to bite Jade, moreover, on the neck?" Robbie, suddenly appears beside Cat, scooting closer than he's allowed. I want to throw up and cut his head off at the same time. We all see he has a thing for Cat and, lately, he's been taking advantage of Cat's naiveté, being all touchy with her. The kid's a weirdo and a pervert and a loser. Did I also mention a jerk and a loser?
"I don't know; you tell me," I glare at him while I cut at a piece of food mercilessly with a scissor, imagining it to be him. He swallows, nervously edging away from Cat.
"I got your soda," Beck sits on my other side; his arms swinging around my waist. I look at the can. I frown. Of all flavors, he had to get the orange one. The image of me cringing below Vega flashes before my eyes and my temper flares. I pull him, kissing him deeply but I don't feel anything. No blood rush. I have to distract myself. I close my eyes, leaning in, swinging my legs on his lap. I can feel his heart beat fast. I try to drown at the sound; I try to drown in him. I need to wash off the taste in my mouth. Suddenly a thought breaks through my concentration. Can he taste her too?—shit. My eyes snap open. And then I see Vega, sitting beside Beck, smiling softly at me then going back to her sandwich. My blood boils, rushes. I'm on fire again. I eye her furiously. I want to attack her again. She notices and offers me another smile.
"Get a room, guys. People are trying to eat here," Andre pops beside Vega, looking all grossed-out. I break the kiss, to see the glazed look on Becks face.
"They've been at it for, like, hours," Robbie chimes in. I glare at him. He shrinks away. Did, I also mention that he's a wuss?
"It's cute. Jade reminds me of a lion and a rabbit," Cat giggles, eyes bright, "though one time I saw a rabbit being hunted by a lion cub. I thought they we're just playing tag but the cub had to snatch the rabbit's neck…" her face then falls. "But then the cub was happy and full and was so cute and I forgot about the rabbit," suddenly she's bubbly again.
Vega looks at her, arching an eyebrow—everyone did. She looks back at me, "Hey, what's the bandage for?" For hiding your bite mark. I look at her, trying to stop my anger from seeping and exploding on their faces. But the thought of everyone seeing what would happen if they get in my way could also be fun— well, fun in my own twisted sense. Fuck. I need to vent out. The complacent look on her face is creeping underneath my skin. I sneer, climbing off of Beck.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I stalk towards the building, cussing along the way, snapping Beck back to reality.
"But, Jade…" Beck scrambles, trying to get up. Obviously, he wants more. He's a good guy, but a horny teenager all the same. I can't blame him though.
I'm panting hard against the crook of Vega's shoulder. I'm burning. The air around us is almost scorching, like it's going to catch fire. I inhale sharply, smelling bleach and lilac. She's biting, bruising, kissing my shoulder and I arch into her. I try to cling onto her, my knees weakening, but she slams my wrists over my head, squeezing hard, nails sinking on my skin like talons. The soda can slips from my hands, hitting, spilling on the floor.
I know this shouldn't be happening at all. I shouldn't be letting her. But here I am, submitting to Tori Vega's touch, grinding my hips to hers in the janitor's closet. I want her to touch me as much as I want to punch her and make her bleed, as much as I want to destroy her. I let her claw on my skin. I let her pull me into this place. I let her pin me on the door. I let her draw blood in my mouth. I let her slap me, bruise me, kick me. I feel like an open wound, throbbing.
I've always thought I've turned into stone: strong, heartless, incapable of being hurt. It's the way I want to be. Now, this is happening to me. My heart is pulsating, beating in my ears, reminding me that I haven't turned into stone, that I am weak.
I should hate this feeling, avoid it at any cost but I provoked her, set her off knowing what she would do, expecting, wanting it at the back of my mind. I was alone in the hallway, staring at the orange soda, cutting last period, not wanting to see Vega at Sikowitz' class. Then she came passing, staring at me with a knowing look. I exploded, attacked her and then… I ended up here.
"Tori…" I utter her name for the first time. She freezes and narrows her eyes on mine, studying me. I stare back, breathing heavily, waiting. I can't read her. Suddenly, she yanks my wrists, throwing me to her side. I fall on the floor watching her storm out the closet, stained in orange soda.
I should've expected this.
A.N.: Tori is officially overly OOC. Tell me if I'm trying too hard. Also, this doesn't really have a real plot yet.
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