Okay, guys! So first, I gotta say: Thank you so much for all your great reviews! I'm so glad you all liked my story. Well, this is the second real chapter. I wrote it pretty fast (especially the end), so I'm sorry again for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I'm also sorry that this chapter hasn't got very much Bade in it. That kinda implies Jade thinks of him like all the time, but they don't really talk. I hope you will enjoy it anyway..

Oh, yeah and: WARNING; this chapter is really weird... ;)

2nd chapter:

In which I become myself and about one special 'nightmare'

I think I waited at least about thirty minutes until I'd finally managed to convince myself that I needed to do this visit and I finally rang the bell. I was just hoping that nothing of those terrible things that might happen I'd thought of would now be coming true. I really just needed to make sure that everything was the way it was supposed to be. My thoughts suddenly were interrupted by Tori opening the door and staring at me as if she'd got some undefined visions.

"Jade?", she finally handled to say and swallowed a bit.

I was just about to come in, as she pushed me back a slight bit which almost caused me to think that he was there and she didn't want me to see them together.

Yeah, I was just about to start screaming, when Tori said, nervously flipping her hair like she always did:

"I just need to make sure you haven't got any scissors with you."

I shrugged.

"Make sure whatever you want, Vega."; I said and pulled out my scissors throwing them at her and she gratefully grabbed them to put them on the windowsill before going by side to let me come inside.

I sighed before pointing to my scissors and saying: "Don't take that for granted, Vega!"

Then I stepped inside.

It was unusually quiet inside as she seemed to be the only of her family that was at home, but at the table sat another never-seen, blonde-haired, bitch-alike girl looking up from her notes as I stepped inside of the room and stared at her, hesitantly waving towards me.

"Hello, Jade.", she said and smiled widely.

I rapidly turned around to Tori throwing a questioning look at her.

Tori briefly didn't seem to realize what I wanted to know, but then she obviously was enlightened by the girl's sudden loud giggling.

"Oh, right.", she said smiling at me with her innocent chocolate-eyes. "This is Wendy. She's in my English class and we're working on a project together."

Wendy waved at me once again before finishing: "Well, we've been for quite a long time. But we decided to do the rest tomorrow."

I nodded slightly sighing. I already wanted to turn around, but Tori held me back.

"Just stay a bit, Jade. Just like Wendy said we already finished what we wanted to do today, so it's okay." She gave me a pleading look which honestly confused me.

"Urr, okay.", I gulped but let my bag slide down on the Vegas' red couch where once my worst nightmare almost had become true.

I tried to expel that thought from my mind and turned around to see Vega discussing with that Wendy-slut about something.

"Why are you reading a teen-magazine now? You were supposed to look for another website.", Tori whizzed.

She obviously even liked me better than Wendy – I guess that should overwhelm me now, but - whatever.

Wendy shrugged as response to that.

"Sorry, but I got distracted by this new test: Rate your crush.", Wendy muttered an unconvincing apology to which Tori only rolled her eyes.

Even I had to smirk about that. That Wendy-girl definitley belonged to that kind of girls I hated.

Blonde, tan, stupid, naive and shallow in a non-Cat kind of way.

"Whatever."; Tori now said, clearly annoyed and let the magazine slide on the ground, followed by Wendy's appalled gasping and grabbing for it to catch it before falling to the ground – but in vain.

And I couldn't help but feel a slight vibe of glee going through my body to see that slut's annoying grin suddenly vanishing, as if somebody had switched it off.

Tori sighed.

"Let's just get this finished, okay?", Tori finally snorted and Wendy nodded willingly.

Tori turned around to me, giving me an apologetical look.

"We just need to print a few things.", she said and I shrugged.

"Sure. I'm not gonna die without you around, Vega.", I shot and the two of them disappeared into Tori's father's home-office chatting about a whole lot of unimportant things I really couldn't care less about.

I sighed once more and let my gaze wander over the several things around until I found the teen-magazine still lying on the ground. Since there anyway wasn't anything better to do, I picked it up and slowly started to open its front-page about some weird Hollywood-chich whose voice really was terrible. I mostly didn't like all those teen-stars, I actually was more into rock and punk than all this teenie-chiz.

And all those boys with those squeaky voices sounding like an old, damaged record player, well, the worst of all.

I turned over to the next page with the big heading: Rate your crush!, that test Wendy had just talked about.

Obviously that girl had a crush on two boys and this test should help her to find out which was better for her.

What a gank!

And, yeah, of course she'd already done that stupid test and caused one boy to win clearly. Poor guy, I truly felt sorry for him.

I looked at every question intensively. Nothing special, only those kind of questions which occurred in nearly every teen-magazine.

Does your crush have a girlfriend?

If he's lately been dating someone and they then broke up, does he seem to you as if he's already over her yet?

Are you and his former girlfriend being very much alike?

Has he ever confessed that he likes you?

Does he know your favorite color?

Is he older than you are? (Definitley the dumbest question of all)

Do you think he might actually be in love with someone else?

Did you already go out on a date?

Do you seem to be liking the same things?

Do you feel like he doesn't deserve you? (Okay, this question also belonged to the high-dumb-level)

And so on.

I decided that I was getting tired of this test and was just about to throw it back to the ground, when suddenly something caught my eye.

Just right above the first question were two selection fields to fill in your crushes' names – and Wendy had done it.

Martin Beckman, a Ryder-Daniels-alike guy with short light-brown hair and green eyes on who Tori, I think, once used to have a crush and the second guy was – my heart surely briefly stopped beating – Beck Oliver.

First I was pretty positive that I'd got it wrong.

I mean, of course, Beck had always used to be a heartthrob, but, however, I somehow never would've expected him to be picked for such a test, since every girl knew what I was going to do with her, if I found out.

Then I once remembered that I wasn't his girlfriend anymore and that I definitley shouldn't care.

With this sudden knowledge I threw the magazine back to the ground before tramping on it, taking my bag from the couch and storming through the Vegas' front-door where I'd almost bumped into Mr. Vega who threw a confused glanced at me.

"Jade."; he found out.

I snapped a fast "Yeah, I am" before rushing past him on the street, getting into my car and slamming the door close behind me.

Beck was free, he wasn't taken anymore, I couldn't allow myself to freak out like that. And besides: She was just a stupid little girl.

But this magazine proved it, it proved that almost every girl at school would want Beck Oliver as her boyfriend.

And there weren't only dumb, blonde, tan, naive ones.

There were also others, like really smart ones, and Tori.

A girl like Wendy only took a guy as to be her crush which at least half of the other girls attending Hollywood-Arts were in love with too – or at least thought so.

And even though Tori kinda saw me as her friend, I wasn't so sure if she'd not finally give in, if he just begged long enough for her – if she had some competition.

I looked into my rearview mirror, stroked my long, black hair and sighed.

I'd once dyed it black to fit more to Beck, since his hair was black, too.

I'd wanted to show to every girl that he was mine.

But now he wasn't anymore and both of us had moved on, well theoretically.

I was kinda forced to move on by my own stubborness and pride, but I surely wasn't willing to surrender mentally to a guy that was gone, unattainable for me.

No, I wasn't gonna stay sitting here and waiting for a new girl being wrapped up in his arm, just to finally decide to give up, even though I probably should blame myself for never really having done anything to get our realtionship at least back to a normal friendship what it even had once used to be.

I threw another sceptical glance towards the mirror, studying my whole face – my cold blue eyes boring into my own image, frankly giving a damn about it, my long, wavy, black-dyed hair which I was so sick of now full of sudden.

I needed to change, I needed to save that Jadelyn West that I'd once used to be before she had thought lately wearing short tulle skirts and tight tank-tops would finally get her his attention back and stop him from constantly flirting with other girls.

And immediately I had made a decision: I wasn't gonna stay this helpless, little creature I was being lately, dressed all sexy just to get his attention.

Did he even get that?

I honestly didn't know and from now on I wouldn't give a shit about that anymore.

I would be myself, the Jadelyn West I was and I on my own hated, but at least I could finally be myself again, the girl Beck Oliver once had fallen in love with.

I started the engine and pushed the accelerator pedal with my foot, not without risking at least one last glance at Tori's home.

The next time I'd come here I would be myself again – and I would be way scarier than ever before.

I truly couldn't wait for the next day to come, as soon as I'd turned back from the hairdresser. No-one of my family was at home and I was pretty thankful for that, so I at least wouldn't have to answer any playless, rude questions of my father's wife or my annoying little brother. Involuntarily I wondered where he was staying right now, not that I cared a lot. But my 'parents' I could definitley tell by the yet unpacked envelope lying on the big, wooden kitchen-table probably were visiting a divorce judge.

Which implied: Bye-bye, wife number three.

I grinned broadly, still feeling full of joy having become myself again. I quickly grabbed a strawberry that had escaped from the also yet unopened shopping-bag of my lovely stepmother, briefly spilled water over it before pulling my bag closer to my body and making my way upstairs to my black-filled room. I sighed as I'd entered and let my bag fall down to the flat ground while I myself took the place on my bed stretching out my arms and legs and enjoying the feeling of freedom which suddenly overcame me. I think this must be the way every kind of madman feels. Maybe I even felt a bit of demented, but that didn't bother me that moment. As I lay there looking up to the ceiling and slowly feeling this euphoria fading away, I immediately jumped up and turned to my wardrobe opening it determined. The first thing I saw as I opened it was a sea of black: black shirts, black tops, black pants, black skirts, black dresses, black shoes, even my favorite bra was black. But that wasn't something I needed to change, I had always kinda been a black-lover. Briefly the giant extent of black in front of me stunned me, but soon I had collected myself again starting to hunt off every dress, every skirt I had bought after deciding to invent a new Jade West. After that was done there were enough clothings to fill a huge trash-can with. I didn't mind to lose all that stuff I actually hated anyway. I searched for my scissors in my pocket, when I suddenly remembered that I had left them at Vega's windowsill just because she was too afraid of getting hurt.

"Stupid, little Vega.", I swore, as I then jumped up and started searching for the ones that Cat had got me for christmas.

I finally found them in my desk drawer next to an old photo album consisting of blurred photos of a camping trip I'd once taken with Cat.

I ignored the album and shut the drawer close again before I kneeled down in front of all that black stuff.

I frowned, then looked down again, taking my scissors and tearing the first skirt apart that I could grab with my left hand while my other one was holding my scissors.

"Goodbye, walking shit!", I gritted through my teeth while gleefully stabbing another dress I found.

I was just about to kill a short gray skirt, when suddenly the flowery shirt I had worn the day of the Plantinum-Awards caught my eye. Well, that definitley had to be eliminated. Quickly I let go of the dress and grabbed the shirt to cut a big hole right in its middle.

When I was done with destroying almost half of my wardrobe's clothes, I collected every single one of them and threw them in the trash-can where I'd once also put the dress in I'd worn on the day of our break-up. Convinced I then took a few steps back gazing into the mirror.

Yes, that was who I truly was.

My hair was back to its orignial light-brown color and the green streaks I had dyed since I kinda thought it fitted so well to black were also gone.

Instead of that I was now having blue and red streaks, my favorite colors besides black.

Relieved I was done with that I shut the wardrobe's doors close and turned around to where my bed was.

Suddenly I felt really tired.

Deciding to do homework I went over to my music-player and switched it on.

There wasn't much homework to do, since I'd only been at school today for less than an hour.

So I could only do the homework we had got yesterday which implied English (besides acting and singing my favorite subject) and Maths (ugh, I hated that).

So, while listening to 'The Jesus of Suburbia' I tried to understand all those difficult exercises consisting of dozens of numbers and signs. That was probably the main reason for me soon to fall asleep.

I was woken up in the middle of the night by my father's loud screaming, followed by a deafening sound, as if something very thick and old had just been broken. Sleepily I opened my eyes, realizing that I still wore my clothes and hadn't even gone to bed.

"I just can't pay you this much, Alicia!", I heard my dad scream at his wife.

I rolled my eyes, slowly getting up and grabbing my pajama.

As soon as I'd got changed, I tapped over the floor directly to my bed, letting myself rest there.

I'd almost fallen asleep again, when something else broke downstairs accompanied by Alicia's hysterical crying.

"No, leave me be!" Her voice sounded so amazingly shrill, I had always hated her.

How often had I come over to Beck's RV in the middle of the night just to avoid having to hear her screaming at my dad – who, by the way, was a complete asshole too.

Beck then had always calmed me down, kissed me and held me tight with his arms deeply wrapped around my waist while I was laying over his chest staring silently at every detailhis comfortable home. He then had asked me what had happenend and I'd told him without resistance while he'd pulled me to his chest and let my mascara ruin his shirt, at least three of his favorite shirts had been completley destroyed just because I was too weak and selfish to just stay at home. As I'd then freaked out about that, he'd calmed me down and told that it didn't matter to him.

I sighed, as I remembered that.

I missed that calm, friendly, Jade-loving Beck

I knew I couldn't turn back to him now, even if I wanted this so much.

I recognized as my heart beat higher, as I heard loud steps coming up to my room and stopping just directly in front of it.

I truly didn't want anyone to come in now.

I tried to concentrate so desperately on my breathing that I by myself almost believed that I was actually being asleep, when the door suddenly opened and someone which I couldn't recognize through the impenetrable darkness came in. The person (whoever it was) hesitantly stepped closer to my bed before completley stopping and keeping this position for at least about five minutes until the other person followed him, now also standing awkwardly in front of my bed, watching me pretending my spontaneous fake-sleeping.

"Let her sleep, Alicia!", my dad's voice now roared through the never-ending deafness.

I heard Alicia hesitate for about a whole eternity before finally giving in.

"Well good. It's none of her buisness anyway.", she then explained, as if this had been her phenomenal idea.

"Exactly.", my dad replied coolly to that, silently nodding.

I was being too late for school, as I found out by a simple look at my watch. I quickly got up not even bothering about my clothes. I simply grabbed my favorite black jeans, a black tank-top and an old red shirt I'd once got from Beck. I didn't bother to think about that and just put it on before sliding into my combat-boots and running down the stairs into the kitchen where – surprise, surprise – none but my little brother was sitting at the table eating some whatever. My 'partents' obviously still needed to recover from their last-night-fight.

"Did you hear it, too?", Jeremy asked and I was honestly wondering what he was talking about until it flashed through my mind.

The fight – of course. What else could he have meant by that?

Anyways I didn't respond to that, I didn't wanna have a conversation with my annoying little monster of a brother, so I just kept quiet, trying to look unimpressed and instead fully concentrating on the green, juicy apple I was forcefully trying to eat.

I actually kinda hated apples, they were much too sour – even though most people probably wouldn't have believed it, I was much more of a candy-kid than for example Tori. Not as much as Cat, but already pretty close. Only that I didn't scream that around to the outside-world like there was nothing better to do than just to let everyone know what I was usually loving to eat.

It was all this terrible, unimportant stuff that flashed through my mind, when I found that Jeremy was honestly still staring at me, grinning widely as if he'd just made the best experience of his eternal life.

"You heard it, I know it.", he whined, and I suddenly would've given all just to beat this little kid up at least once in my life.

"Don't be so whiny. That doesn't suit you, as you're not already trying your best to get more annoying than you already are.", I hissed, followed by my usual death-glare to which Jeremy replied with a simple shrug and grinning even wider.

"You must've heard it, since you have no possibility to flee now to your beloved Beck's home, right?", he said, obviously hellish thrilled by his sudden power he had over me.

"Shut up and better eat your breakfast!", I snapped pointing a pair of scissors at him threateningly.

He just laughed.

"Oh yeah. Sweet Becky-Boy. I heard he made a move on your best friend."

I closed my eyes, resisting the will to immediately punch him now with all my might.

"Everyone knows they're a couple. Only you don't, do ya?"

This was really annoying, even worse that I was rapidly getting impatient.

"I'd really advise you now to turn your head back to your plate, if you don't wanna find yourself being lingeringly linked with the floor.", I gritted through my teeth.

"Do you really not know that you're friend's lying to you like that?", he asked again and I bit on my lower lip in order not to say anything I could be regretting afterwards.

But of course it didn't work, when it came to shuting my mouth when I really needed to, I was a complete gank.

"Cat would never do something like that. She knows it's not right kissing your friend's ex.", I muttered and Jeremy grinned triumphantly.

"I'm not speaking of Cat."

"No?", I asked confused causing him to smirk slightly.

"No, silly. We're speaking of Beck and his new little girlfriend of which he confesses never to have loved anyone as much as her. We're speaking of Tori Vega."

Then everything went black.

"Jade? Jaaade?"

The first thing I saw, as I opened my eyes like felt a hundred years later, were a pair of big, blue-green eyes that literally bored into mine, so close that his nose almost touched my lips and then – ugh!

Disgusted I jumped back causing a few people sitting around me looking up from their notes they had just been staring at determined until I'd brought them back into that fucking shit called life.

Some of them even dared to throw an angry glance at me which they were lucky playfully got to be ignored by me.

Yeah, true: They were really lucky, they could've also caught me while I was totally outraged about aynthing which didn't really matter to me at all, but just kinda freaked me out and made myself to feel like being hardly able to breathe, so that I'd then have to pull out my scissors and just let my anger release by killing something – or someone.

I frowned, as I realized that I was still staring into those wide, and strangely familiar boys' eyes. I was pretty sure that it were a boy's eyes I was now still staring at for like a whole eternity without seeing a reason in turning away from him and just letting go of my will to punch him.

"Jade?", the voice which had just awoke me from my satisfying unconsciousness said once again, obviously belonging to the boy whose eyes I had just decided to stare in expressionlessly for like the whole rest of my life.

I didn't respond to that.

"Jade?" Now two weak arms literally started to hug me tightly, urgently wrapping his arms around my body.

And that finally did it.

"Let go off me!"

I quickly jumped back, screaming a bit while trying everything just to get out of his loose grip around my waist – succesfully.

I felt his grip loosen a bit more until his arms weren't more than just another part of his body uselessly folded over his chest, his eyes still studying me and every single part of my body intensively with a slight smirk on his lips. I took another ten steps back before determined turning around to my 'misery' and shooting him a shattering glance, as I suddenly realized who this someone was, standing there unusually calm and chilled in view of the fact that I'd just repeatedly yelled at him accompanied by throwing like dozens of surely non-existing swearword through the area.

My eyes widened, as I saw that freaking afro-nerd, once in a lifetime without his annoying puppet, hesitantly opening his mouth just to then overthink the whole situation and conclude that it perhaps would be the best to keep it shut before finally giving up all his awkward tries to start a communication.

"Robbie?", I croaked incredulously, just in order then to burst out into a uncontrolled, way too loud to still sound helathy enough cough to which again everyone including Sikowitz who'd just entered the classroom of course not without his cocnut turned around to me, reamaining silent for the first time today.

Since nobody seemed to see a reason in getting back to talking, there seemed to be nothing else left than just to pull out my scissors and point them at every single human being in Sikowitz' endlessly crowded, small room.

"I'd be careful with glaring at me oddly, or who knows what terrible things might happen to you, when no-one will be there to be around?", I whispered quietly, but threateningly enough to make at least half of all present students becoming pale and rapidly turning their head away to finally get back to reading their books.

I sighed, as I then let my scissors slide back into my pocket before turning around to Robbie again and shooting him an intimidating glare to which he unexpectedly didn't immediately pee in his pants, but simply took a few steps backwards.

"Hey, Jade. So you are awake now.. You know, you kinda seemed to have a nightmare, so I thought that maybe..", he started before faltering and trying so desperately to hide all the fear that swung in his voice that I'd almost felt sorry for him.

But only almost. I was still Jade West after all, the mean, rude, jealous girl, overprotective of the only boy she'd ever loved and more important that had ever loved her.

I instinctively rolled my eyes at the thought, as I then quickly remebmered that I definitley wasn't allowed to think anything else of Beck Oliver again than just of his abnormally cruel lack of intelligence as much as his damn shallowness, as for example just not getting into his stupid brain that it was far from okay to flirt with other girls while being in a realtionship or taking other's side in a fight between that one whatever-person and his girlfriend..

Okay, I needed to stop that. I had just decided to forget about Beck Oliver and guess what? The first thing I'd done after deciding that our past relationship hadn't been anything but a waste of time was now ironically to think of how much of a jerk he'd been to no-one but me, even though I'd sworn just a second ago to eventually forget all that shit.

That kinda reminded me of my nightmare – thank god, it was only a nightmare (oh no, wait, well, I sreiously don't care) and of Robbie who still looked at me with that glance as if he'd prefer everything to my presence.

As much as I hated to admit it: It hurt – badly.

I sighed, as I then turned away from him slowly sliding onto my seat again.

"Just forget about it."

Robbie, obviously overwhelmed by the sudden fact still being alive, quickly nodded before then making his way as far as he could away from me.

I again simply rolled my eyes pulling out my scissors and starting to cut several holes into a piece of paper I'd just picked up from the ground.

Suddenly the door swung open and Cat entered, followed by a whole bunch of people including Andre, Wendy and a quite exhausted looking Tori.

I smiled, that hadn't changed, no, I still enjoyed Vega suffering pain, no matter what the cause of it was. I turned away not wanting to only show a slight bit of interest lying in my gaze, as I curiously studied their bodys awkwardly leaning to each other and Vega groaning exasperated. Most likely Cat had told a story of her brother again.

Well, whatever, I shouldn't care, so I turned around completely now, determined to keep my bored expression that lay in my look.

Cat of course was the first to notice my style-change. As soon as she'd entered the room and given up to tell Tori about stories of her brothet she didn't even want to hear anyway, she ran over to me screaming so full of excitement that I almost had to laugh.

"Jadey! You dyed your hair back!", she said, more sang, as she walked over to me doing her usual Cat-like-dance, making her seem more like a princess than like a Highschool-student.

I must say: I sometimes almost envied her for that.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently before significantly rolling my eyes and holding up my scissors to signal to her just not to come one step closer, since she was already much too near which simply implied that I could feel her presence.

But Cat being Cat just ignored my obvious warning and insetad almost crushed my body so thrilled about my unexpected recovery.

Of course Cat didn't get the real function of that all, I bet no-one did.

However, only one person could really ever be able to find out my true reason for my sudden decision for turning my life completley around again after it'd once already been – even though against my own will.

The only of my so-called friends that wasn't in this room today – not yet.

I looked down at my scissors yelling at Cat she should immediately stop to stroke my hair, if she didn't want to find herself being buried on the next cemetery, but of course she didn't listen, possibly she hadn't even heard me, so I just gave up before sceptically furrowing an eyebrow, as I looked up to see Vega and Andre straight heading towards me.

"Hi, Gal!", Andre greeted, but so far kept his poker-face, obviously not wanting to show that he'd totally got my image-change.

I rolled my eyes

"Guys!"

He didn't reply to that and instead threw a curious glance at Tori who actually seemed a bit confused about the whole thing before finally deciding to smile and watching me with an expression full of fascination.

"Jade, you look beautiful.", she told me.

I didn't answer to that, but I don't think she'd really expected that, since she already turned around to all those others, chuckling quietly.

Ugh, so annoying!

"Whatt?", I hissed, angry at myself that I'd even let myself to ask that stupid question.

Tori just grinned at my uncomprehending expression, but soon Cat, Andre and even Robbie who had joined us again in the meantime also started to giggle uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry that I don't get your joke. But: What the hell is wrong with you?", I asked once again, slightly offended which caused me not to notice I was already yelling again, of course making everyone turn around to me and throwing questioning glances at me continuesly.

I shot them my death-glare and quickly everyone turned around to prevent being death-glared eventually lying on the floor heplessly.

Tori still chuckled like crazy.

"I just think. Hm…"

"Hmm-what?", I snapped, forcing myself to keep my voice on low.

Cat smiled gleefully before gesturing to Tori to finally tell me what I was urgently wanting to know.

"It's just.. Beck's surely gonna like this, right?", she finally brought out gritted through her teeth.

I looked at her in disbelief absolutley unaware of what to say best now:

You don't care!, a voice kindly reminded me before I lost my pride eventually.

"I don't care!", I therefore mechanically repeated.

Tori rose an eyebrow.

"You don't?", she said, barely being able to keep the scepticism in her voice under control.

I shrugged.

"Yes!", I muttered coolly, as suddenly the door opened.

I don't know why I turned around after I'd just protested to care about him, being aware he was the only one still missing. Maybe it was instinct, but most likely it was my simple weakness that was still being there, resting in my shattered heart waiting for the right time to come to get out again, to show its present by spilling coffee over a girl's head that had simply rubbed his shirt or something like that.

I really don't know.

The only thing I knew is that I'd just revealed my secret to Tori, as my head was kinda like the only one turning around, blushing full of excitement to see his reaction to my new-dyed hair and how those words were swinging inside of me making my heart feel like it could finally beat again.

I know that because I briefly turned to risk a last look at Tori's face before finally letting my gaze wander back to the door, reluctantly giving in to my inner will to see his reaction or maybe only just his face.

And there in her cute face with the oh-so-cute cheekbones, like written directly on her forehead, I could read one word.

One word I'd thought so often in the past few minutes, but never let myself confess that.

The word I read in Tori's face was short and I hated it (weird..):

Liar!

So, this was the second chapter. Sorry, it was really weird, I know. But anyways: tell me what you think! Love it, hate it? Just tell me...

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