Author's Note: This is my first multi-chapter fic. I know this chapter's short, and a bit rushed and boring, but the way it's done was how it had to be done to get on with the rest of the story. The rest of the story will be better, I promise. I'll try to update soon. It might be as much as a week or two between updates, though, depending on how busy I am.

Disclaimer: Victorious belongs to Dan.

Life promises you a lot of things. Love, happiness, and all that sappy junk. And sometimes, if you're an overly optimistic freak of nature, like Cat, you actually believe that you'll get everything life supposedly promises. I, on the other hand, learned better than that.

Love's a myth. There's no way such a pitifully sappy and supposedly amazing emotion could ever exist in a world like the one I live in. Beck was the closest thing I was ever gonna get to that, and even that wasn't very close.

At least, that's what I used to believe. Everything changed the day Trina Vega's younger sister showed up at Hollywood arts. I had thought that Tori would be just like her obnoxious older sister, but damn, was I wrong.

For the first time in as long as I could remember, Tori made me feel. And let me tell you, with someone like me, that in itself is a huge accomplishment.

I'm guessing by now you can see where this is going. I guess you probably want to know exactly what happened, and why it happened.

Fine, I'll tell you. It's high time I told someone, anyway.

It all started one day when Tori came to school with an extra big smile on her face and declared that she had gotten an audition with some really important music manager who's name I don't even care to remember. But he was rich and famous and important and according to Tori this was a huge opportunity.

Jealousy bubbled in my stomach as I eyed her, and then I told her, in the voice I reserve solely for mocking her, "Well, that's swell news!"

"I don't talk like that!" She retorted, as I had expected. I rolled my eyes, but she was too thrilled by her recently gained opportunity to let me upset her for long.

The day droned on. Tori wouldn't shut up about her audition. Everyone else was eager to give their input, suggesting songs for her to cover and insisting that they'd help Tori practice. I was the only one that was silent, remaining distant and cold.

The temporary emotional detachment from the world, however, did not prepare me for what happened that afternoon, when I was about to get into Beck's car for him to drive me home, as he usually did.

"Jade, we need to talk," he began. Instantly I know that couldn't be good. No conversation starting with 'we need to talk' ever ended well. I knew enough about life by now to know that.

"Yeah?" I asked casually. "What about?"

"I... I think we need to... go our separate ways." He gulped, his eyes searching mine.

"What? You mean you're breaking up with me?" I demanded. No, he couldn't do this. Beck was the ounce of sanity I had. He couldn't break up with me.

"...Yeah." But he said nothing else. I didn't know what else to say, either. So before he could even apologize or say the all-too-common 'but we can still be friends', I stormed off down the street, away, out of sight.

I couldn't handle this. No. Beck did not just break up with me. My emotions raged, anger taking over, tears stinging my eyes. I was more angry than sad. In fact, looking back on it, I wasn't sad at all. I was just angry. I was angry that, after so much time, we had come to an end so quickly. I was angry that he had been so calm, as though he had been planning to break up with me for a long time. I was angry that to him, we could just be brushed aside, broken apart in less than thirty seconds. That was that, and it was all said and done.

So, of course, I had to do what I always did when I was angry. I had to destroy something. I had to make someone else miserable. I had to take my anger out on something or someone else, however selfish that seemed. I just wasn't thinking. I'm never thinking when I'm angry.

The first person to my mind was Tori, who was usually the object of my tormenting. And then I remembered how happy she had been that morning. And so, during the long walk home I did my research, looked up the important guy that Tori would be auditioning for that weekend, and dialed his number. Pressing the phone to my ear, I smirked.

"Hello? I'm Tori Vega. I'd like to cancel my audition this weekend." I spoke in the voice I always used for mocking Tori, and was pleasantly surprised when he bought it. Tori talked more like my mockery than she thought, apparently. "Okay, thank you ever so much! I'm glad you understand." Clicking the phone closed, I smiled with satisfaction. It was not until long after this was all over that I realized I was not satisfied at all.

Hurting Tori had only ended up destroying me more than breaking up with Beck ever did.