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Poison Ivy

Chapter One: Losing a Dream

André watched as Tori made her way to the table. Her curly, brown hair picked up in the breeze. She smiled, making her whole face light up. Her dark eyes swept over the seat before she sat there.

"Guess what?" Tori asked.

"What?" Jade barked shifting her weight beside Beck, who gave her a warning look.

Tori gave her a look, but replaced it with a smile. "Not even you could ruin my mood right now."

"Then get on with it already," Rex said, sitting on Robbie's lap. Since he was a puppet, André could never tell what his emotion was. He also found it incredibly sad that he thought of Rex as a real person.

"Did you fall into a truck full of chicken feathers?" Cat asked excitedly, her red hair shining in the sun.

Everyone looked at her, question marks on their faces.

"Why would I fall into a truck full of chicken feathers?" Tori asked incredulously.

"You said guess."

Tori's brow furrowed. André thought it was incredibly cute. "Why would you guess that?"

"It happens in cartoons." Cat argued, popping a grape into her mouth.

Tori rolled her eyes. "Anyway," she dragged out the word, purposefully looking away from Cat. "Guess who I ran into at the mall?"

Cat opened her mouth, but before she could say a word Tori looked sharply at her and said, "Don't guess." She looked back at the rest of her friends, and said, "Keith Jameson!"

Everyone sat forward at the same time, and André nearly choked on his Fiji water.

"The Keith Jameson? The one who's starring in that new movie, Poison Ivy?" Robbie asked, his voice getting higher with excitement.

"Mm-hmm," Tori sang, a smug smile firmly on her face.

"Oh my gosh!" Jade said, coming dangerously close to smile. But it just when André thought he saw one coming on it was immediately replaced with a scowl. "I saw each one of his movies, like, sixty times. Especially the one where he gets knocked unconscious and murdered with an axe. I laughed so hard."

"I heard the guys really cool." Beck said, running a hand carelessly through his black hair. He rested his elbow on his knee, which was brought up on the bench beside him.

"He is," Tori said. "And—can I tell you something else?"

"Please don't" Jade answered at the same time André said, "Go ahead"

Tori listened to André, ignoring Jade entirely. "This isn't the first time we've met. I think we're kind of dating."

André chest tightened, and he choked (again) on the bite of hamburger he'd just shoved in his mouth. Beck was slapping his back while he was coughing like crazy. "I'm okay," he said. His chest tightened.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Cat demanded, a frown on her face.

André felt his heart sink into his stomach and suddenly want it to puke it right out.

"I wanted something that was only mine." Tori explained, obviously uncomfortable. "That's not the point of this story. Keith said that he'd come to Hollywood Arts and perform a scene for us. Or, better yet, star in a play."

"Really?" Everyone asked at the same time, including André. Let her say she's kidding, André hoped.

"No joke," She answered, giving a wide smile. "He just texted me and told me to tell you guys he said yes."

Just then her phone beeped. Around the group of friends there were gasps and the sounds of camera phones going off. "Look up," Tori read aloud.

"Um, Tori," Robbie said.

"You might wanna look up," Beck added.

When her eyes found the parking lot, she gasped. A silver Porsche was gleaming the in California sun, and leaning against it was a guy. He had frost blonde hair, blue eyes hidden under sun glasses. He had a leather jacket on over a white V-neck, and jeans that revealed black combat boots. His smile was bright and fit well with his sharp nose and tan skin.

"Keith!" Tori said, shocked. She didn't have long to be shocked, because he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms without a moment's hesitation. A bunch of girls gave jealous groans all around.

André turned away as a something ran through him. Pain? Jealousy? They were both very likely.

He didn't know what to do. He'd lost something before it was even his.