Author's note: All right guys, this is my first Victorious fic, so I dunno how good it may or may not be… I figured I would give you all a quick taste and feel of it to see how the prologue panned out. I kind of sorta know where this is going and even have more written up, in fact, I plan on continuing to write it until I have it complete.

The characters may or may not be OOC, I'm trying to get the hang of them, though Tori, Jade and Beck are going to be the main ones and for now, Tori seems to be the easiest POV to write, so I'm sticking with her for the story. This right now is pre Jori, because I feel if those two ever really got together in a romantic way, it sure as hell wouldn't happen over night. It's angsty and drama-ish, cause that's how I roll in my stories. Makes them more real I guess… But not to worry, I hate non-happy endings, so we'll see where this goes, you know, if you all are interested in reading more… ^.^

Author: BlissfulCloud

Summary: Jade and Beck's relationship is once again in trouble, and it is all thanks to Tori Vega. Tori, now terrified of being sliced to bits by Jade's scissors, reflects on how it has come to this so soon after Jade west and Beck Oliver reunite after a bad break up. Can Tori fix what she has wronged? Or will things crumble at her feet with no hope of the pieces being picked up this time a round?

Pairing: Bade, pre Jori

Rating: T for now

Spoilers: The first few episodes of season one for sure, but is AU after 'Jade dumps Beck.'

Warnings: Angst, Drama, and swearing. Nothing major really.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or the awesomely awesome characters.

Monday, May 15th, 11:00AM

I have never felt more anxious and unnerved sitting in Mr. Sikowitz classroom. Ok, let me rephrase that… I have never felt more anxious and unnerved sitting close to Jade West in Mr. Sikowitz classroom. I can feel her icy glare penetrating right through me, making my heart freeze inside my chest, which, of course, isn't anything new. I am used to the feelings she evokes within me; fear, hurt, extreme sadness, want, yearning, disgust... at myself for even feeling anything in the first place and for letting her get to me when that is all she wants. Well, maybe not all… actually, come to think of it, she probably wants to kill me right about now. I can pretty much tell from the lasers shooting out of her intense, hatred filled, blue-gray eyes.

I would want to kill me too if I were her, I let Jealousy get the best of me and put her and Beck's recently renewed relationship in the line of fire. Now, I know what you are thinking, that while mending the tattered bond between them, I took the opportunity to become closer to Beck and win his affections. That I was jealous of Jade and what they had and seeing as they were broken up, I'd swoop in and pick up the hot little shattered pieces of Beck Oliver. But no, I was too busy picking up the beautiful little shattered pieces of Jade West. Truth be told, I didn't even like Beck when I first attended Hollywood Arts nor will I ever like him romantically for as long as I am here at this school. Or ever.

Jade West was whom I first set my eyes on.

And then she opened her cruel, heart destroying, mouth and cut me deep with only a few words, oh, and we mustn't forget how she turned me into a dog and then poured cheap, sludge coffee all over my head to 'get rid of my fur bugs.' That burned, and I'm not talking about the coffee either, what she did really hurt, hell, what she continues to do really hurts. So, why do I like her again? Oh yes, she is gorgeous, speaks her mind, can sing like a pro, is talented and artistic, witty, mysterious, and did I mention that she is fall to your knees, breathtakingly beautiful? I tried to ignore how I felt at first, and even managed to for a while because of how mean she is to me.

I mean, who wants to have a crush on someone who is mean to you on a daily basis?

I don't want to, I hate feeling this way, but she persists in worming herself inside my heart, burrowing deep with every ghost of a smile pointed my way, every laugh, rare touch, and hug. Though few and far between, they made me hope for something more, something deeper, even if it was just a friendship. Now? All I feel is regret and fathomless sorrow, because I destroyed any chance of anything between us without thought, without considering the fact that one or both of them could get hurt in my stupid, jealousy-filled game. It all started the week after Jade West and Beck Oliver made up and got back together with my reluctant - but willing to do anything for Jade - help. That was last week.

Let me start at the beginning,

***xXx***

Monday, one week ago.

I trudge out of bed unwillingly, a headache splitting my head in two and sore, puffy, eyes from crying all weekend making it hard to find motivation. I somehow manage to force myself to take a shower, dress, eat a slice of toast for breakfast, and then heavily plop in Trina's car in record time. Somewhere along the line though, I lose sense of time, because Trina is now parked at school and I have no idea when we got here. I don't remember the drive here. My mind just feels so heavy and loaded with mental and physical pain, that it is unbearable. I thought making Jade happy again would make me… less sad, but all seeing she and Beck kissing did, was make me sick.

On top of that, I had to walk home after everything was all said and done.

I was an idiot to think Jade would change any just because I helped her. I had hoped, God, did I hope and pray things would be at least slightly different. She came to me, Tori Vega, her worst enemy (besides Trina, and Sinjin…) pleading, crying, and vulnerable. To say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement of the history, but who was I to turn down my high school crush, the girl that I have been longing after ever since the very first day? I couldn't find it in me to say no and kick her out, and no matter how badly I knew helping would tear me up, I put her happiness first, which is what you do for the one you love. But really, how pathetic am I?

I bet when she is alone, she laughs at me, mocks me in her evil lair while cutting up something of mine that she no doubtedly stole.

"You're quiet." I jump 10 feet in the air, Trina's loud voice scaring the chiz out of me.

Trying to get my heart under control, I look to her; she is already gazing at me with narrowed eyes, searching my face. I know that look, it's the one where if it were anyone else, they would think that she is annoyed and is judging them while trying to figure out what the hell is wrong, so she can then blabber on about her self to make you look bad. Thing is, I'm not anyone else. I am me, Trina Vega's sister, and she knows me better than anyone. She isn't judging me, but she is searching, eyeing my expression to figure out what mood I am in.

"I-I have a migraine." I whisper, glancing away from the only eyes that can see straight through me.

"You have been quiet all-"

A sharp knock on my window cuts off her response and makes me cringe at the sound, head pounding too much to bear any loud, sudden, noises. I whine softly and turn my head, cracking an eye open to see who is bothering us. Of course, it's Cat, who else? She has her usual face-splitting smile on, and her eyes are twinkling in the sun. The ditzy, very random, very boisterous girl is no doubt beautiful. If I were not so obsessed with Jade, then I wouldn't hesitate to chase after the totally straight, boy crazy, red head. But, you see, thing is,

I am obsessed.

I sigh and motion for her to move, she skips backwards with that smile still planted on her face, and I open the door, finally getting out.

"Hii!" She greets me in her high-pitched voice and waves at us excitedly.

Trina rolls her eyes as she slams her door shut, but I can tell she isn't angry at Cat, but at being interrupted in general. She gives me a 'we'll talk later' look before striding away. My eyes dart from her to Cat; I smile at my exuberant friend and throw my arm around her shoulders as we follow Trina to the front entrance, "Hey, Kitty Cat"

"Hii!" She giggles and squeezes me closer. She is the most affectionate one out of our group, "Did you hear about Beck and Jade? They're back together!"

My body stiffens up, it is their fault that I've been quiet all weekend; they are to blame for my tears and for the head-splitting migraine.

I was the first to know because I tried to help, but now I wish I didn't know at all, "Yeah, I-"

"Oh! Humpty dumpty sat on a wall, humpty dumpty had a great fall, all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put humpty together again! Oh. Wait, I know, they're like a, a… shadow! You can only see your shadow in the right light, but even when you're apart; it is always with you. You just have to wait for the right time to be together again!" Well, Some of that seemed to make sense. That was a pretty good metaphor, you know, the shadow, not humpty dumpty. Ok, so I'd prefer the latter.

Except, maybe not, because I shouldn't think like that. I shouldn't want them to fall apart and then not be able to be put back together again.

I don't say anything; I can't even find the will to force a fake smile, so I nod along as we dig through our lockers. As soon as I tiredly shut the metal door and turn around, I am met with Beck leaning against Jade's locker, with said owner pecking his lips several times in a row, almost as if she can't get enough, but doesn't want to deepen the kisses either. What little is left of my spirit falls to the germ infested floor at my feet, face and heart crumbling simultaneously. When I peer over at them again, Beck is watching Jade leave the scene, and then his eyes catch mine and he smiles. I smile back, he nods and mouths 'Thank you', in which I don't respond to with the customary you're welcome, instead, I wink.

He laughs, shakes his head and then pushing himself off the row of lockers, stuffs his hands in his pockets and goes after his girlfriend. I track him until my eyes land on a scowling Jade; I flinch at the intensity of that one look alone. Did she see me wink at her reunited boyfriend? Or is she just being the normal Jade West who glares at me for everything I do?

Again, I prefer the latter, because I just winked at Beck Oliver and if she saw that, then there is no telling what else she will do to me.

The rest of the day is pretty normal and uneventful, you know, if you call me staring at Jade every chance I got and then regretting it when she caught me more than once, giving me her patented 'wtf' look; normal. The few times she did catch me, Beck was always with her, so I am assuming she really is wondering what the fuck is going on with me. I'd hate for her to think I want her man and give her reason to hate me more, Jade with her precious scissors are one of the scariest things to cross my imagination.

I'm walking toward my locker at the end of the day, pearphone in hand while I update my status on the slap; I need to get out how I feel. I reread what I wrote; making sure it is ok to post, but looking back over it? Not something I should tell the whole world. I can picture all the questions that will be thrown my way, not to mention the looks from a certain raven-haired beauty. I shake my head, seriously, how dumb could I be? Changing my mind quickly, I move to hit the back button when I collide with something very solid, making me fly backwards with a gasp and then a pained groan as I land, hard, on said germ infested floor. My phone also flies out of my hand, it lands beside me and slides to the middle of the hallway.

"God, Vega, watch where you're going!" I jerk my head up towards the raven-haired girl invading my very thoughts.

Jade is sending me a withering glare from her spot sprawled out on the floor in front of me, her own phone lying not far from mine.

"I'm not the only one who wasn't paying attention, West." I attempt to snark at her, even using her last name like she does with me. If I don't make myself stand up to her, then I know I'll end up stumbling over my words, bursting into to tears, and running away from sheer humiliation.

I cannot let her see that she gets to me the way she does, or she'll just have more ammunition to use against me, which would effectively shatter my heart for good.

"Yeah, Well, you should know to always watch where I'm going." She grumbles as she stands with the help of the lockers, then as if nothing happened, strides over to our phones. To my surprise, she picks both of them up, making me furrow my eyebrows, because any other time she would have left it there. No, she would have kicked it further away.

Then to my horror, she starts messing with mine, I stand up so fast I wobble back into the lockers, but use them to push off and launch myself at her. She sidesteps and I miss her by inches, instead, falling face first 'back' onto the solid, tile. My hands come down automatically to break the fall, but it's too late, my nose and mouth meet the unbreakable floor with an unwanted kiss, making me hiss out and roll over. Tears well up as I bring my hand up to cover my stinging face, however, before I can reach my destination, fingers wrap around my hand and yank it away. My eyes snap open at the unexpected touch, and then they widen when I see Jade kneeling beside me with my hand in hers while she inspects my nose with the other.

"Oww!" I holler as she twists my nose a little too hard, pain shooting through it at the now not so gentle touch.

"Shut up, cry baby. It isn't broken." She rolls her eyes, lets go of my hand (I miss the surprisingly warm touch already) and then stands back up.

I glare up at her, but hold my hand out so she can help me back to my feet, she just eyes it as if it is some kind of foreign object, "Can you help me up?"

She scoffs and oh, there is another eye roll, "No."

My mouth flaps open at the abrupt, cool, answer, and then stays open when she tosses my phone on my stomach and proceeds to walk away.

"Jade!" I call out, after gaining back the ability to speak, and then sit up, phone now in hand.

"Tori!" She mocks me, never breaking stride down the deserted hallway, she does however, raise her arm up in the air, and then her middle finger.

I'd love for you to, if you would just give me a chance.

Ok, well, first I would want to make love, I am a virgin after all… and then when the mood struck, we could fu-

"By the way, you busted your lip!" Her last words before I lose sight of her, cuts off my so, so very wrong train of thought.

I lick my bottom lip to see if she was telling the truth, then wince as my tongue runs across a raised, bleeding cut.

Why do I even put up with her? Why do I have to feel the way I do, to someone who hates me with every fiber of their being? Liking someone should not be this way, it is pretty much worse than a normal crush on a straight girl, because at least then, being around her wouldn't normally cause you physical and mental pain. Just heartache that will go away until you find a girl who is like you, who likes other girls, no, one who will like 'you.' A girl who will not find everything you do or say annoying and mock you for it. A girl who doesn't cut you down, say that they hate you on a regular basis, and then threaten you even more. Jade is not only straight and taken, but my bully. You aren't supposed to fall in love with your bully.

But, God doesn't like to make things easy though, now does he? Despite what I'm not supposed to want and despite what is deemed right or wrong, I want Jade west more than anything. I want her to not hate me, I want her to open her eyes and see me. I want her to want me. Yeah, like that will ever happen. Even if we were the last people on the planet, stuck on an Island, she wouldn't touch me with a 10-foot pole. She'd more than likely kill me with a pair of scissors that she smuggled somewhere on her body, and then would use me as bait.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

A/N 2: If you have made it this far, thank you for reading! If you feel so inclined, feel free to express your thoughts, good, bad, or in between.