Author's Note: Hello everybody! I know it's been a while but welcome back to my Victorious/Heather's Au... Tori's! Thank you to those of you who read chapter one. I really appreciate it. As always, I do not/have not/ probably, nor will I ever own the rights to Victorious or Heather's. Now, onto chapter two!
Chapter 2 Party's Over
After school, the Tori's and I were in my backyard talking about what went down with Beck, Andre, and Rex.
"They're not gonna expel him. He'll probably just get suspended." Torrie Valentine assured us.
"It was a real gun! He should be in jail!" Tori Vega protests.
"He used blanks, Tori. Beck probably just made them piss themselves." I replied with an eyeroll.
"Beck? You seem happy. What happened to no high school guys?" Tori Vega asked.
"Never say never." I shrug.
"I'd say never to high school. I have Daniel." Tori reminded. Daniel was this college guy she met at a party. They've been inseparable ever since.
"King Daniel." Torrie Valentine teased.
Tori Vega glares, not amused by the other Tori, "Maybe when you grow up, you can see why a college guy like Daniel is better than a high school boy like Rex." Tori snapped.
"Rex is sweet." Torrie tries to defend.
"Ew he's not." I shake my head. Rex Powers was one of the rudest and most misogynistic guys at Hollywood Arts.
"Whatever. Anyway, are you excited about tonight?" Torrie Valentine asked me.
"I'm giving Jade a chance. Her first UCLA party. You better not screw it up." Tori threatened.
"Who's this Brad guy I've been set up? Some lawyer or accountant or whatever?" I asked. He sounds boring.
"Don't worry. Daniel told me he's cool." Tori assures as my mom walks out.
"Torrie, your mom's here." Mom broadcasts to the girls.
"Come on. Whoever wants a ride." Torrie Valentine waves them inside my house to leave.
"Take a break, Jade." Mom offers as I sit down. "How's your first week back?" She asks.
"Okay. I guess." I replied.
"Isn't prom coming up? Anybody you wanna take?" She asks.
"Maybe." I shrug, wanting this to be over. We don't talk much since the divorce. "Look, I gotta go get ready for the party." I cut her off and rushed into the house.
BEFORE THE PARTY
Tori and I were outside 7-11. Tori was driving her red VW Bug.
"Blix! Blue raspberry." Tori yells at me from the driver's seat.
I walk inside and grab her Blix along with some Red Vines.
"You gonna put a Big Gulp with that?" Beck sounds off from behind me.
"No, but if you're nice, you can buy me a coffee." I replied with a sly smirk.
"I can do that." Beck nods.
"By the way, that thing you did on the asphalt was insane." I laugh.
"Hey extreme makes an impression. Did you say one sugar or two?" Beck asks.
"I didn't. Two." I reply, impressed by his smoothness.
"Cool." Beck nods before paying for my coffee, red vines, and Tori's Blix then we walk outside to Beck's black sports car.
"Cool car." I compliment as Tori honks her horn. I shoot her a glare before turning back to Beck.
"Gift from my dad's construction company. Or should I say deconstruction company." Beck explained while leaning against the car.
"Should you?" I asked, confused with a raised eyebrow.
"My dad likes tearing stuff down more than putting things together. Have you seen that commercial? "Bringing your state to a higher state"?" Beck asked.
That's when it dawns on me just who his father was, "Wait a sec! Your dad is Big Bud Oliver? That's rough. Moving around all the time." I sighed. Cool as his dad's job sounded, moving around as a kid isn't exactly what you call fun.
"Nobody's got the perfect life, I guess. Is your life perfect?" He asks.
I laugh at his question. Perfect? That was rich. "Of course! I'm on my way to a UCLA party." I replied in a fake Disney Princess sounding voice.
Tori honks her horn again. "No, it's not. I actually hate my friends." I admitted.
"Yeah, I don't like them either." Beck grins.
"It's like they're not even my friends. We're like co-workers and our job is to be popular." I explained. And it absolutely sucks.
"Maybe it's time for a vacation." Beck suggests.
"Maybe." I replied before Tori honked her horn again.
"You should go see what she wants." Beck insists even though I don't wanna go. I know there will be hell to pay if I don't.
"Yeah. Uh I'll see you later." I told him.
"Later." He replies before getting in his car and driving away.
I go back to Tori's car and hand her the Blix. "Took you long enough." She scoffed before driving.
The ride to UCLA is quiet with Tori shooting me a couple glares. I couldn't care less. I didn't want to be here anyway. We make it to campus and walk into a frat house. Only to be greeted by two dark haired frat guys.
"Come on. We'll show you where to put your coats." Daniel waved us one and we're led to a room with a poster of Nicki Minaj and Kate Upton with a twin bed overflowing with coats.
"Just put your coats right here, girls." Daniel invites before turning to his friend Brad. "Jade, this is Brad." He introduces.
"Cool. Hope you girls brought your party slippers." Brad teases.
"Yeah, let's party!" Tori exclaims before grabbing Daniel.
"She loves to party." Daniel tells us.
Now diary, please hear me! I want to kill, and you have to believe it's for more than selfish reasons. You have to believe me. See the party had been in full swing. Everybody was drinking and the music was loud. Plus, I felt out of place in the dumb outfit Tori told me to wear.
"So, you're a cheerleader?" That guy Brad asked me.
"No." I replied.
"You're pretty enough to be one." He thought he complimented me.
"Gee thanks." I rolled my eyes.
"It's so great to be able to talk to a girl and not have to ask what her major is." He told me.
From there it's just downhill. I'm not interested in this guy or this party. I just want to go home.
"Why don't we go up to my room for a real party?" He invites me before his friend comes up to tell him something about cocaine. I don't really care.
"Ever done cocaine?" He asked.
"No." I shake my head, trying to think of an exit strategy.
Luckily for me, he leaves me alone. I ran straight to the coat room. In the coat room is a stockpile of liquor bottles. Out of the corner of my eye, I see vodka. I quickly grab the bottle and pour it in my cup before finding a lighter in my pocket. I set the vodka on fire and tossed it out the window. I needed to stop Tori. And I was going to. Until that Brad dickhead came back.
"Let's do it on the coats." He suggests, coked up out of his mind.
"No. Uh, would you like to hear my speech instead?" I asked.
"Save your speeches for Obama. I'm trying to get laid." He brushes off before going in for a kiss.
I reach out and smack him in the face before running out of the room. As I'm walking out, I notice I'm attracting attention, so I walk slower until I'm outside. Just when I think I'm safe, I realize Tori behind me.
"What the hell is your problem? Brad says you're a wet blanket." Tori snaps.
"Tori, I don't feel good. Can we just go?" I ask.
"No! Hell no!" She dismisses.
You know, Robbie Shapiro was a true friend and I sold him out for a bunch of bitches. Killing Tori'd be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Or is it East? I sound like a psycho. Tomorrow I'll be kissing her Pilates ass but tonight let me dream of a world without Tori. A world where I am free.
I wind up vomiting on the concrete and people gather to laugh. I continue to run away until I'm in an alley.
"You dummy!" Tori screams at me.
"You're a fucking bitch!" I scream back.
"You were nothing before you met me! You were playing science kits with Robbie Shapiro. You were a little girl! I got you into a UCLA party and this is the thanks I get. Puke outside?" Tori continues.
"Oh, suck it up, Tori." I scoff.
"Monday morning you're through. You can transfer wherever you want to cause either way I'm gonna ruin your life." Tori finalizes before walking away.
Even though I had signed my social death certificate, I had never felt better. Fuck Tori Vega.
A/N: Things are getting sticky, huh? Thank you all so much for reading. Next upload will not be that far away. I promise. Thank you so much and have a great day! Bye!