I slam my locker shut, sending vibrations through the whole thing. I pick my bag up from the tile floor and quickly make my way to our little group's usual table in the quad, not wanting to waste any more of my lunch. Stupid Sikowitz wouldn't let me leave until I made up an acting exercise I had missed when I ditched his class last week. I reach the circular table and sit in between Andre and Cat and across from Robbie. Everyone greets me while I look around in confusion, noticing we're two short today.
"Where are Oliver and Vega?" I ask casually. Nobody really bats an eye at my question, all of them knowing that by now Beck and I are on somewhat okay terms while Vega and I have become…acquaintances, I guess you can say. She's tolerable, let's just leave it at that.
"Tori is rehearsing for the play and I think Beck is hanging out with some girl today," Andre answers, looking a bit scared at the mention of Beck and another girl. In the past I would most likely be fuming, but now I couldn't care less about what he does or who he does.
"Oh, okay," I shrug and Andre visibly relaxes at my calm response.
"I'm totally going to see that new play opening night. Miss Tori Vega in a short blue dress with leggings, hot damn," Rex exclaims. This year the drama department has decided to do a rendition of Alice in Wonderland and of course little miss cheekbones got the lead. But that's only because I didn't try out.
"Really, Rex?" I chuckle slightly before looking at Robbie, "I thought you had your sights set on a certain redheaded idiot?"
"Who's that?" Cat asks, completely clueless. I shake my head at her and then turn my attention back to the puppeteer.
"Well, we are men," Rex states matter-of-factly, "Or at least one of us is a man. And I don't mean Robbie."
I take a French fry from Andre's plate as he and Cat tune in curiously to mine and Robbie's conversation. Or I guess it's mine and Rex's conversation, seeing as how he won't let Robbie get a word in.
"So if Vega came over here and asked you out, you'd say yes, even though you like someone else?" I ask, munching on another fry.
"I wouldn't even be able to answer her cause I would have died from shock," Rex says, making Andre and Cat laugh.
"It's true," Robbie finally speaks, "Tori is like one of those dream girls that you fantasize about, but you know you'll never be able to have."
"Or even get in her pants just for one night," Rex chimes in. We all shoot him a weird look and I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing.
"Alright, chill it Rex, that is my best friend you're talking about, you know," Andre says and Cat nods in agreement.
"Wait, I thought Robbie already wore girl pants, why would he want Tori's?" Cat suddenly asks in confusion. I groan and resist the urge to slap my hand to my forehead.
"Forget it, Cat," I say, quickly dismissing her, "Anyways; I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard. Usually it's the ones that seem all sweet and innocent that are secretly the kinkiest." I smirk at the thought of little Tori Vega having a wild side.
"Well, just because a girl is kinky doesn't mean she's easy," Robbie says timidly, most likely afraid I'll rip him apart for disagreeing with me.
"This is true," I muse, "Plus, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to get into anyone's pants, period." I snicker and Robbie blushes in response, ducking his head to avoid my gaze.
"Well you're one to talk," Rex mumbles before speaking up, "Not like you could get to her either."
"Is that a challenge?" I ask incredulously, leaning forward a bit.
"Whoa guys, I think you're taking this a bit too far now," Andre steps in, shooting a glare to Rex and I; we both ignore him.
"I believe it is," Rex exclaims before lowering his voice, "A hundred bucks says you can't get Tori into bed by the end of the week."
I raise an eyebrow and smirk at the wooden doll. "Two hundred says I can."
"I think we have ourselves a bet." Judging by his tone, I'm sure if Rex could smirk, that is exactly what he'd be doing right about now.
"Okay, I don't want any part in this," Andre stands up abruptly and I glare at him.
"You won't say a word about this," I order and then turn to look at Cat. "Got it?" I ask harshly. She gulps and nods at me, pretending to pull an invisible zipper across her lips.
"Why do you even want to do this?" Andre asks with a frustrated tone, still standing up.
"It's strictly business," I shrug, "An easy two hundred bucks." He looks down at me in disgust and then speedily walks away from us. There's a moment of awkward silence before Cat gets up and runs after Andre, complaining she still doesn't fully understand. I shoot Rex and Robbie each one last smirk before sauntering off to find my target.
I head inside and round the corner to see her standing in front of her open locker. She glances at her lines for the play one last time before throwing the paper book in her locker with the rest of her stuff. I'm not going to lie, I've always been slightly attracted to Vega, but that's only because she's hot, not because she's sweet or funny or anything. Yeah, sure, it's only sexual attraction, that's it. Which is why this is the perfect bet; I'm basically being paid to do what I've always wanted to, which is her. I smirk to myself, walk over to where she is, and slam her locker shut from behind, making her jump in surprise.
"Jade, you scared the heck outta me!" she exclaims, turning to look at me. I soften my smirk and put my hands on both sides of her, leaning in until I have her backed up flat against the lockers.
"Sorry, Vega," I murmur and stare into big brown eyes that are always so expressive. That's one reason why I always say she needs to work on her acting; you can always see her real emotion in her eyes and they constantly give her away. But anyways, back to the situation at hand. I hear her breathing hitch and we share a moment of tensed silence, neither one of us willing to break it.
"Um, w-what can I h-help you with, Jade?" she stutters out, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor.
"Let's go out, just you and me," I say quietly, "Think of it as our second date," I smirk and she looks at me in confusion and for a split second I'm afraid she'll reject me.
She tilts her head slightly and asks, "When was our first date?" Her voice is still shaky, but her breathing seems to have evened out.
"Why, you don't remember our first date, Walter?" I gasp in fake horror, using the voice I love to mock her with.
"I do not talk like that!" she exclaims before playfully glaring at me and I let out a genuine laugh.
"Well, I think that's open to interpretation, don't you? But that wasn't my question, you know." I pull her chin up and force her to look at me again. I can see the nervousness behind her eyes, but overpowering that is burning curiosity. The fact that she's always been like a curious child who's always ready to explore lets me already know what her answer will be; she really doesn't even need to say it.
"Oh, um, yeah sure," she answers with a smile, "How about tomorrow night, since it'll be Friday," she suggests.
I lean in even closer and press my lips against her jaw, trailing downwards to leave a lingering kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Perfect."