A Jori Story: We're Just Acting, Right?

I'm Not Your Fucking FRIEND, Tori Vega.

The morning - or the afternoon - after the party, the kiss and Jade's ultimate heartbreak, Tori woke up next to Cat on the couch in Keenan Thompson's house. She looked around for a second and took in her surroundings before her eyes widened and she sat up straight, something she regretted doing because of the throbbing ache in her head.

She glanced at Cat next to her, sleeping face down on the couch and sighed. She rubbed her head and got up slowly so as not to wake the redhead. Tori found her shoes after nearly ten minutes of searching and picked up her purse. She stumbled to the front door and pushed it open, hissing at the sunlight. 

She groaned when she realized she's not the one who drove here. She pulled her phone out to call an Uber when a car pulled up. It was Beck. All of a sudden, the memories of the night before hit Tori like a freight train. The drinking, the dancing, the kiss. She swallowed and stayed rooted to where she was when Beck got out of his car.

"Tori?"

"Beck."

He stopped about six feet away from her and put his hands in his pockets. The silence was deafening.

"I- I know you didn't leave here last night so I just wanted to uh, come and see if you needed a ride."

Tori nodded quietly.

"Yeah, I was just about to Uber home actually."

"I can send you home," he cut in, looking at her.

She smiled awkwardly and walked towards his car. She could tell that he clearly wanted to talk about the night before but she just couldn't find it in her to say anything about it then. Her head was killing her.

The car was silent as Tori shut her eyes and let Beck drive.

"So-," Beck began before Tori interrupted him.

"Can we put it off right now? My head is killing me and I know you wanna talk about what happened but everything sounds so loud and I'll cry if you keep going," she pleaded.

Beck chuckled.

"I wasn't going to talk about what happened. I just wanted to let you know that we don't have to talk about it now. Take your time to feel better and cure your hangover okay? Just call me when you're up for it."

These words were exactly what Tori needed to hear at that moment when she felt so overwhelmed by everything. She sighed and leaned her head back, glancing at Beck driving next to her. She smiled to herself as she took in how the sun lit up the olive tan of his face and made his eyes sparklier than they usually were.

Once he'd dropped her off at home, she unlocked the door and crept in as quietly as she could to find her mother fast asleep on the couch. She hadn't let her parents know that she wasn't going to be home that same night and just knew that she would be in for the yelling of a lifetime if her mother woke up.

Tori tiptoed past her mother and had just placed one foot on the staircase when she heard her mother's voice.

Shit.

After the half hour of yelling she received, Tori stomped up the stairs, grumbling to herself. She took a shower and drank a glass of water and felt her headache go down by 20%. She sat on her bed and pulled her phone out of her purse. There were dozens of texts from Andre and Cat, some from Beck. But alas, nothing from Jade.

Sighing, Tori lay back down. She had gone to the party to let herself forget about Jade and what happened there but to no avail. She couldn't get the girl with the stupid blue eyes out of her head. It was sickening. On top of that, she had Beck problems of her own to deal with so she was feeling overwhelmed and strung out at the moment.