A/N: So, lovely people, I've written a chapter 2. Chapter 3 might just happen if I get enough requests ;3 (review!)

I woke with a jolt, sweating, tangled black curls a mess.

What. Did. I. DO last night?

It was a dream. It has to have been. I have never... I wouldn't. I hate her.

I sat up abruptly, letting the covers fall away, then sighed deeply. I fucked Tori Vega... in an alleyway, but I did, all the same.

I shivered, getting up to close the window - must've opened it last night when I got back. In the driveway adjacent to ours there was a little boy doing whatever little boys do before they get obsessed with fucking. He had his school uniform on, presumably waiting for his parents to drive him. He caught sight of me, nothing on but a pair of black lace panties (that barely covered anything anyway). His jaw dropped open.

Well, that's his childhood gone. I shouldn't smile, but I did.

"Jade! Get the fuck up!" Oh nice, dad was home.

"I'm awake!" I screamed back.

The clock on my bedside table read 7.05. I was late. "Shit," I muttered, and flung on a pair of tights, black miniskirt, and a black shirt with fine mesh sleeves that stretched to loop around my middle finger. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, brushed down the knot of ringlets, and applied mascara and eyeliner. Then I checked my phone.

1 New Message - Beck Oliver

My stomach churned uneasily, but I opened it anyway.

- Morning. You awake? xx

I typed out a reply, then pressed send.

- Am now.

Rushing down the stairs, I took little notice of my father drinking from a can of something alcoholic, drunk already. He smelt terrible, his clothes filthy. I didn't even want to know where he's been for the past week.

"Good morning?" He offered, not kindly.

His reply was a slammed door.

I noticed the little boy from earlier getting into his car with his parents. He saw me and immediately crawled over to the window to press his nose against it, breath steaming up the window. He shrunk back when I glared at him.

I'd driven to school countless times before, but now sat at the wheel, I felt giddy almost. Like I'd had too much vodka and it was beginning to kick in. I swallowed, sat my school bag on the passenger seat and stared at it a moment, then unzipped it so I could see the handles of my pair of gleaming black scissors sticking out slightly. The sight was comforting.

You're weird, you know that?

I revved the engine, feeling life breathe into the car in the familiar shudder.

Yeah, I know.

Beck was waiting for me at school, leaning casually against his car, the usual smile on his face. I rolled my eyes once I'd parked and gotten out, taking my bag with me and slinging it over my shoulder.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Jade?"

"Which is the wrong side?" I retorted. "I can't exactly get out of the side that's pressed against the wall."

"I didn't know that, did I?" He pulled me into a hug and pressed his lips to my forehead, and I growled a non-verbal protest. Even though he had a point - he'd never actually been round my house.

He sighed and shrugged. "It's okay - I don't mind." But his voice was soft, and he obviously did mind.

"Damn you. You want to come over? Come over. But the place is a mess, I've told you, and I'd rather go to yours." My expression was hard, my jaw set, daring him to object. As I expected, he didn't.

"Fine, fine. Come on - I want to get to class early." This was unlike him. Beck liked hanging around before the school bell, basking in the excited squeaks and longing gazes cast his way by nearly every girl in Hollywood Arts.

I narrowed my eyes, but led the way. We arrived at an empty classroom.

"What was the point of this?" I snapped. "Sikowitz might just get the idea we like his class." I sat down with a huff, folding my arms across my chest. Beck approached me, his voice surprisingly husky.

"Well, I had an idea."

Something inside me recoiled.

He leant down, kissing me, sliding his tongue between my lips far too soon. I felt sick, and the walls started spinning. I pushed hard against his chest, and he fell backwards onto his ass, looking up at me, clearly dazed and confused by my actions.

The room still didn't seem to stay the right way. "You... moron."

Beck began to look hurt, something I rarely saw on him, but didn't care about nonetheless. Standing up, I swayed a little, but I tried to keep a nonchalant face as inside I began to panic. I've never felt like that before. Sure, I've never totally enjoyed it, but... that? That isn't normal, Jade.

"Jade? What's going on?" He stood and tried to reach out to me. I shook away his touch like it was poisonous.

"I don't like it." My words seemed quieter than usual.

He gave a nervous laugh. "Don't like it? It's just a kiss, Jade... How can you not like it?" My thoughts flickered back to last night's events. Vega's soft lips, her moans... The fact I'd cheated on my boyfriend. And that it was messing up my head now.

"I'll be back in time for class." I turned on my heel and walked briskly away, not turning to look at him.

Vega was just getting out of Trina's car, having caught a lift. She seemed happy enough, but when she caught sight of my thunderous expression and the fact I was heading straight for her, that look melted right off her face.

"Jade?" She swallowed.

"What did you do?" I hissed, ensuring no one but her could hear. "Last night. I can't even kiss my own boyfriend now. So tell me. Was it just a part of your evil plan? I'll seduce Jade, then claim Beck for mine?" I'd said way more than I'd wanted, but my rage was flowing freely, and I had no inclination to try and stop it.

Tori looked at me defiantly. "Of course not! Are you sure you didn't hit your head on your way home? That's ridiculous." She stopped as some realization dawned on her. "...Oh."

"What? What's with the 'oh'?"

"You... you liked it, Jade." This took a few moments for me to process.

"Of course I didn't! I hate you. I despise every inch of you, Vega." There was pure venom in my voice, but she seemed unaffected. In fact, she stood a little taller, and looked me square in the eyes.

"I think you just don't know how to handle your feelings."

I was about to spit back some form of response, then the bell rang. And Vega walked past me, leaving me frozen, unsure what to make of that exchange. I'd planned on confronting her, making her grovel, then life going back to normal. But it'd left me even more perplexed than before.

I turned and wandered back to class, finding Beck once more surrounded by girls, who immediately shrunk away when I came within three metres. I sat down, not even greeting Beck, and rested my head on his shoulder. He appeared satisfied by that.

I don't have feelings for Tori Vega. That isn't possible. But I'm not dreaming, and sooner or later I'll have to tell Beck... No. Beck never gets to know what happened. Because nothing did happen. I just... ate too much sushi. That was a pathetic excuse. Well, whatever, but it has no consequence. I'll just forget it ever happened.

I smiled, that problem sorted. I would just ignore her existence... but. Oh, crap. The play.

What was I going to do about that?