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Jade's POV
It's been two weeks since Vega came to Hollywood Arts and got everyone wrapped around her finger without doing anything.
Everyone, which includes Beck, my boyfriend, she definitely wants to steal him from me. I mean that bitch kissed him for no reasons.
Everyone talks about how insanely talented she's is. I mean, who cares that she is able to sing and dance without any training prior.
Who cares if she can train animals in a few hours.
Who cares if she can design sets and costumes.
Who cares if she can fake accents.
Who cares if she can direct movies.
I worked hard to be in this school, I worked days and nights to perfect my audition to be accepted, I worked hard to be where I'm now, and Vega just does absolutely nothing, and gets invited to join.
I swear she's hiding something. No one can be that sweet and innocent all the time. There is something off about her. I still haven't figured it out where I have seen her before.
Who cares if Vega is infuriatingly gorgeous.
The kind of girl who walks into a room and somehow, without even trying, makes everyone else look like background noise. It's disgusting, really.
Her hair is this perfect cascade of dark waves, always soft-looking, always falling just right, like she doesn't even have to try. I bet it smells like vanilla or something stupidly sweet and impossibly perfect falls in these effortless waves like she just stepped out of a shampoo commercial.
Her skin? Flawless. Smooth, warm, probably soft, not that I've thought about that. Much. And then there are her eyes.
Her skin? Flawless. Like, not even one pimple, ever.
And those eyes big, brown, and stupidly full of life, like she actually enjoys existing.
They sparkle. Who sparkles?
They pull people in. They pull me in, which is absolutely not okay.
Then there's her smile. Ugh. It's the kind that makes people want to like her, even when they shouldn't.
It's wide and warm and just so annoyingly genuine.
And don't even get me started on her voice, sweet but strong, always ready to belt out some soulful ballad that makes everyone swoon.
And the worst part? She doesn't even seem to know how stunning she is.
It's like she floats through life with this naive, effortless beauty, completely unaware of how much she drives people crazy especially me.
It's infuriating. It's intoxicating. I tell myself I can't stand her, that she's too peppy, too naive, too Tori.
But then she looks at me with those impossibly bright eyes, tilts her head just slightly, and smiles like I'm something worth smiling at.
And suddenly, I don't know if I want to roll my eyes... or kiss her.