Roll the Dice (Jori)

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Hello, readers! Before the astounding love story between Jade West and Tori Vega proceeds, here's a few things to note:

-The story takes place a week after the final episode of Victorious; "Victori-Yes."

-The story will alternate between Jade and Tori's perspectives.

-Things will slowly start to get MATURE!

-Prepare yourself for the journey ahead. It's a rollercoaster.

Enjoy!

JADE

There was no sound that was more annoying than my alarm. Actually, that was a lie; Trina Vega's penetrating voice definitely ranked top three, as well as her suck-face sister, Tori.

Waking up every morning was a struggle, when I knew it shouldn't have been. I was eternally grateful to be able to wake up and attend a priveleged Performing Arts school.

That was another lie. I didn't give a flying fuck about that hellhole or the idiots in it.

Yanking my Pearphone from the charger and slamming it into my nightstand, I groaned. I hunched over the side of my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Another day of having to deal with a bunch of morons. I deserved a plaque of some sort. No, a throne. And they needed to feed me those expensive-looking grapes, too. You know, how the kings eat each individual grape by the stem. In movies. It was pretty common in film.

Whatever. I knew I sounded like an idiot in my head. To be fair, it was seven in the morning, anybody would.

Before throwing on some clothes, I examined myself in the mirror. I looked pretty damn sexy first thing in the morning. It must've been the bed head. Or faded makeup from the night prior. Or the fact that I just naturally looked sexy anytime of the day.

I rolled my eyes at myself, knowing that was a complete joke.

"Do I really want to wear ripped fishnet pants today, and have Sikowitz ask me if I got them half off?" I asked myself. I already knew the answer to that question, and it was no.

Instead, I threw on some black leggings and a black skirt. A lot of people questioned my passion for black attire. They automatically assumed it meant I was all depressed and sorrowful. While that was one hundred percent true, it had nothing to do with wearing all black. I just enjoyed the color.

I decided on a charcoal-colored crewneck to go with it. Fighting off the burning in my eyes from being so tired, I made my way over to the mirror again. It didn't look half bad. That was one obstacle out of the way. The next obstacle was seven hours long. And some final bosses thrown in there, too. I'd call Tori the big, bad, slimy, hairy, grotesque monster that everybody dreaded having to face. The one that drowns in lava at the end because the protagonist always won. Yeah. That was definitely it. I'd totally play that videogame.

I curled my jet-black hair with the iron, trying to give my purple streaks a sensitive wave. I never did anything different with my hair. It was too much work. And I knew Beck didn't care, because otherwise he would've left a fat while ago. I admit, I would've still tweaked my hair if he wanted me to.

There was nobody home to greet me at that hour--or really, ever--so I grabbed my keys and headed straight out the door. The morning was humid, and I already knew I was in for a wet, clammy day. Not on myself, of course. I didn't sweat. It was disgusting. I hated thinking about it.

"Deep breaths," I mumbled to myself, jamming the car keys into the slot. "If people approach you, bark at them. You'll be fine."

After my pep talk, I let out an exasperated sigh, pulling out of the driveway and heading off to school.