A Fighter's Secrets (Jori Fanfic) [Discontinued]

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or any of its characters.

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Chapter 4: Jade's POV

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"Psst! Jade!" someone hisses in my ear. I growl in frustration, my eyes clenching shut. Can't the world leave me alone for once? Is that so much to ask for?

My mind goes dark again, sleep pulling me in before something, rather soft and plush (a pillow perhaps?) bonks me on the head.

My eyes flash open, the irises contracting into pinpoints. I immediately turn my attention to the person disturbing my slumber. I snarl at them, my teeth bared. The idiot whimpers, trying to cower away. I blink in confusion, allowing my surroundings to sharpen from their hazy state. All I could see was a large red splotch in front of me. "Cat?" I husk, rubbing my tired eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?" My eyes scan the room for the time. They settle on the small digital alarm resting on my nightstand.

Surprise, but mostly agitation, inject themselves in me. "At eight in the damn morning?"

Her dark eyes examine me, ignoring my vulgar language, before she answers. She plays with her velvet red hair as she speaks. "Well, we have no school since it's Saturday and I was bored so here I am!" she exclaims a bit too loudly for my comfort. A bright smile overtakes her face.

I cringe at her sudden peppiness. "Cat, quiet down. It's too early to tolerate you," I mumble grumpily. Yawning, I run a hand through my raven locks. I crawl out of bed, the chilly temperature of the house piercing my lukewarm skin.

A violent shudder overwhelms my body as my toes curl up into the soft carpet at the side of my bed. Looking down, I notice my current attire. It was a black tank top with dark blue boy shorts.

No wonder I'm so freaking cold; I'm barely wearing anything. "How did you get in here?" I ask, breaking the silence, heading downstairs into the kitchen, Cat following behind.

I regret it soon after.

The redhead starts rambling about how she woke up and something her brother did. Turns out that my little brother let her in. I tune her out after that, no longer paying attention.

Strangely, all I could think about was Vega.

My thin brows knit together at the realization. Why the hell am I thinking about her of all people? Gritting my teeth, my steps harden into stomps as I storm into the kitchen. The cold tiles burn the heels of my feet, numbing them. I inhale sharply, enjoying the instant twinge of pain.

Stop thinking about that stupid Latina, Jade, I curse to myself. Anger flares in me, temporarily making me emotionally unstable. What is up with me this morning?

Shaking my head, I clench my jaw and start to brew some coffee. To seem somewhat less ganky, I ask, "Cat, do you want some food? There's waffles and poptarts." I turn to her, struck by her bright orbs.

She giggles, opening one of the cabinets. She's been here enough to know where the food is. The ditzy girl snatches a strawberry poptart, spewing out a thanks with her mouth full.

I roll my eyes at her childish antics as I prepare my cup of coffee. The scent of coffee beans makes my mouth salivate with hunger. I stare at the steaming cup of Joe longingly. Rashly, I gulp down the scorching hot liquid, burning my tongue in the process. Hot warmness spreads throughout my body as I feel the beverage descend into my stomach. It's a familiar sensation, causing me no pain.

A throaty sigh escapes me as I lean my head back, pleased with the moment of pure bliss: peace and quiet with a good cup of coffee. My mind floats to another place, forgetting all its troubles.