/TORI/

My spoon pokes unenthusiastically at my breakfast cereal, moving the now soggy pieces of marshmallow across the bowl. I wasn't in the mood to eat, the spoon repeatedly clinking against the rim over and over, the sound itself grating on my nerves.

I wanted to scream.

I had left Jade's house in such a rage that I didn't even register that I was back home, until I had slammed my bedroom door. My hands had instantly gone to snatch up the shirt and Jade's scissors, fully intending to shred her shirt into millions of little pieces. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why did she think it was okay to continuously screw with my feelings like this? Did she really feel the same way or was this just some kind of fun for her? Did she see me as a rebound or something more? I groan and lower my head to the table, letting the cold surface soothe my forehead. Whenever one of my questions got an answer, about another 10 hurried to take it's place and I was so sick and exhausted from treading this tidal wave of queries!

But she did kiss you.

Oh yes, like I could forget, thank you. My fingertips move to trace over my lips again. I could still feel every contour of Jade's mouth, how those lips felt pressed against mine. They weren't hard like I was expecting, but soft and full and so inviting. It made me shiver just thinking about it.

Yeah Tori, she climbed on top of you, kissed you and then...threw you out of her house. I had to be honest and say I was waiting for her reaction, a part of me still clinging to the hope it wouldn't happen. I figured as soon as our lips touched that most of the barriers would be down, thinking maybe Jade would relax her guard. But no. If anything, she seemed to have reinforced her defenses. I chew my bottom lip, still tasting a hint of our kiss and pick up my phone to scroll through my text messages.

"So what the chiz were you screaming about last night?" I don't look up from my phone, scrolling my thumb over the screen as my sister enters the kitchen. She clangs around the cupboards, shoving one of her latest dietary protein meals in the microwave before grabbing a carton of orange juice and sitting across from me, obviously refusing to be ignored. "Hello? Tori? You disturbed my fitness sleep cycle, so you owe me an explanation. Why were you slamming doors at 3AM?" I grind my teeth.

"It's nothing Treen, don't worry."

"Tori. You're my baby sister." She fixes me with an earnest look. "You should know by now that I have a keen sense of awareness in my environment and I can tune into other people's feelings. It's one of my many amazing talents and I know when something is wrong. So tell me." She studies me over the table and I squint, leaning closer to focus in on her chin.

"Hey, I think I can see a giant zit that's about to erupt..."

"No! I thought I put cover up on that!" I watch my sister spin around and quickly use the distraction to make my escape from her interrogation, taking refuge outside.

My feet pace up and down along the patio, before I have to sit down from getting myself too wound up. I think what was bothering me the most about all of this was Jade's denial. It wasn't as if I was asking her to do a song and a dance number about us, but it would be nice for her to acknowledge we existed at least once. She liked to draw me in, play with me for a little while and then push me back, refuse to admit anything had happened. She was afraid. I could tell by the way she seemed to immediately shut down after our kiss. I didn't want to push, but now we'd breached some barriers, I felt I was entitled to some answers.

She's ashamed.

The thought cuts through me unexpectedly and I have to fall back, sitting in silence for a few minutes to listen to the morning LA traffic. Maybe she was ashamed. Not just about liking me, but about having an attraction to females in general. It would explain a lot. Her parents definitely didn't seem to be the type to approve, so perhaps she was hiding it all. Inviting in what she really wanted, inviting me in, before the mental restrictions forced her to stop.

I could say that I didn't feel ashamed...even though I'd had my share of backlash in the past. But Jade, she was supposed to be in love with Beck. Obviously she must have had some sort of set plan for their future. I just don't think either of us realized how much I would be involved.

I had to get her to talk to me.

Hey Tori. Did you still want to go over the lighting sequences today?

I pull out my phone, disappointed when Sinjin's name flashed on the screen instead of Jade's, not that I expected her to contact me. I'm halfway through sending back a short reply when an insane idea forces itself into my mind. An idea so borderline suicidal that it might just work, might be the push that Jade needed to get us to communicate.

Yeah we can but Sinjin? I need to ask you for a favor.

Sure, what do you need?

I need your help to kidnap Jade.

A/N: Observe Creeper!Tori at her finest ;) I still can't believe this fanfic has over 13,000 views and 127 followers. Amazing! Did any of you know that today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year? Reviews for the Monday blues? I always welcome feedback!