Summary: Tori, having been bullied out of school because of her sexuality, transfers to Hollywood Arts. She goes back to pretending to be straight, but meets a girl that makes it difficult to contain herself.

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No, Jade. Your Gaydar isn't broken.

You finally came out.

After years of struggling with your sexuality and trying to keep it a secret, you told your parents and your best friend last night.

And you felt great.

Your parents reassured you that they loved you no matter what, and your best friend, (after making sure you didn't have a crush on her), told you that she supported you one-hundred percent.

Naturally, you went to school that morning with a giant grin on your face.

You came home with a giant bruise on your eye.

Apparently, your best friend wasn't as much as a good friend as you thought she was. Word spread around quickly about the "lesbian freshman", along with rumors of who she (you) supposedly had/has a crush on.

You became acquainted with numerous light blue lockers, your skin being introduced to the hard, cold metal.

When you came home with that black eye, the skin bruised, blue and swollen, your mother had a fit. She called the principal, the school board, and even threatened to sue if something wasn't done. You were questioned repeatedly, having to list off the names of everyone that harassed you - physically or verbally - that day.

Now every one of those kids were either suspended or expelled, depending on how severe their taunting was.

The doctors counted 37 bruises on your body, the majority resembling the air vents on the lockers.

With all of the bullies gone from the school, you were given an option: continue to attend that school - ("What?" Your mom exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You want her to go back?!") - or transfer to a new school, where your sexuality will be embraced and taken as if it were nothing.

Of course you chose the latter.

A week after, you received a letter in the mail asking you if you had any problem auditioning for a school. You were well known for your above-average singing voice, musicals put on by the drama club always starring you. With a shrug as your answer, your mother promptly set up an audition for you, which was to take place three days later.

The audition goes smoothly with you singing some bubblegum pop song, swinging your hips and prancing around the stage. Before you know it, you get the acceptance call and are officially enrolled in Hollywood Arts.

You are told to come in the following Monday, so you can start fresh in the beginning of the week.

That morning before school starts, you repeatedly tell yourself, Remember, no one knows you here. To them, you are straight. You nod to yourself. Not gay. Only to your family. Nobody here needs to know.

The people at this new school are excited to see a new face. A bubbly redhead named Cat, (her real name, can you believe that?), is the first person you meet. She seems... odd, but you can already tell she'd be a good person to have around.

After your odd encounter with Cat, you meet a curly-haired boy with a puppet on his arm. You're told his name is Robbie and the puppet is Rex. He points you in the direction of the class you have, an acting class taught by a man named Sikowitz, which you conveniently have together.

Cat is in there also, along with two boys named Beck and Andre who she introduces to you as soon as you walk in. They're both fairly attractive, and you decide that if you ever need to pretend to be straight so you can stop yourself from making that mistake of coming out again, you could definitely use one of them.

So far, so good. You smile to yourself, thinking that this will be a whole lot easier than you thought.

But then the door opens.

"Oh, Jade. Nice of you to join us!" The teacher says sarcastically. You turn around to see who this delinquent is, but you feel the breath get sucked out of you as you look at her.

Aquamarine eyes set in a pale face, dark eyebrows plucked to perfection, light pink lips pulled up into the slightest of smirks, raven locks with blue-and-green highlights framing that seemingly perfect face.

Her eyes lock with yours and you feel that electricity flow through your body. A sculpted eyebrow raises, the corners of the plump lips curling up as she looks you over.

"Well, well, well." The smirk grows as she walks over to you, eyes never leaving yours. She stops in front of you, hands on her hips. "Who is this?"

"This is Tori!" Cat chirps, fiddling with a few strands of your hair.

"Tori..." Jade says slowly, as if testing out the feel of your name on her tongue. The way she says it sends shivers down your spine and you gulp, but your eyes never leave hers. Those bright orbs roam over you, taking in your every detail as if she could learn everything about you that way. The smirk is fully set on her face now as she takes the seat next to you, extending a black-fingernailed hand. "I'm Jade."

Your hand, sweaty palms and all, grips hers firmly.

This is gonna be harder than I thought.

A/N: This idea was in my head all day. This is going to be multi-chaptered, no set time for updates though.

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