"It’s totally fine!" Tori insisted to André, her voice climbing an octave. "I mean, we broke up a year ago. I’m happy for her. Really."

In the Hollywood Arts hallway, the air was thick with the scent of drama and—oddly enough— nacho cheese

"Maybe he just didn't like your brownies, Vega," Jade smirked, taking a slow sip of her coffee.

Tori didn't answer. She knew what she had to do. She found Cat later that night. Cat was sad, confused, and still smelled faintly of cheddar.