Hey there! So here's another story and this one is not the happiest of them but, whatever. Anyway, this story will be mainly in Tori's perspective but sometimes, very rarely, in Jade's perspective. If at all anyway, still debating on it. It's been a while since I've done a story solely on Tori's POV. But, whatever, here's the first chapter and let me know what you think (if you're one to review, can't really do anything about it if you don't).
Enjoy!
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Tori's Perspective-
I vaguely hear the fan's blades over the throbbing pain in my head. I don't want to wake up this morning and I haven't even opened my eyes yet. With limbs sore, head spinning, throat scratched and back aching, who would exactly? My eyes blink slowly open and I find that I'm in my bedroom, which is a good sign. My arms push myself up too fast as I wince, my hand running through my hair. "Fuck," I curse before gazing down at my lap.
My eyebrows knit together; I'm not wearing a shirt, or a bra, or anything. "Okay..." I whisper softly to myself, my voice groggy. Slowly, I lift the sheets before pulling them harshly to my bare chest. I'm not wearing anything. Hesitantly my gaze shifts over to my side, a sudden worry that I can't even bring myself to form the words budding in my gut. I gulp as I stare at the side. While nobody was there, the disheveled outline of another body remains and the sheets, as I grasp them, are still warm. Not warm enough for them to still be wondering around in my house but warm, like, they've left twenty or so minutes ago.
Perhaps that's why I woke up thirty minutes before my alarm. My eyes shift over to the clock, briefly reading the several numbers and the letter 'M.' "God, I have school today!"
Limbs hurriedly snap out of bed before I growl, my hand at my forehead as feet plant themselves on the ground. I probably shouldn't hurry, since I still hear the distant drizzle of the shower down a door. 'Okay,' I nod, 'Let's figure this out then...'
I set my eyes firmly on the floor before realizing I can't quite remember coming home last night. Or last night at all- well, at least the majority of last night. Let's see, I do remember Andre saying something about dunking for apples and hitting up with that one chick. "Ah!" I jolt, finally recalling something. That's right, there was a party last night at Northridge. Go figure. Sighing, I put my head in my hands, elbows at my knees as I stare at the ground. A Northridge party would include hot sluts, 'That's where I got Andre's night from,' I begin to count down. What else is there... Let's see, loud bass inducing music, right I sort of remember that; there was a lot of smoke, though I don't quite remember doing anything along like that. Actually, no, I know I didn't because, God, I don't want to go like my grandma. So that rules that out... And then there was- oh no.
Alcohol, so much alcohol. Vodka, beer cans, some wine and then- long story short, there was too much alcohol. I purse my lips tightly, recalling the several times that either Andre, Beck or Jade handed me a drink. Let's see, Andre constantly handed me glass bottles every time I got off the dance floor, Beck frequently handed me some vodka while Jade gave me... I don't really know, which kind of intimidates me to be honest, however it was always in this red pixie cup. The same one too, I think. I scratch my head, having no freaking idea what it was. However I do precisely remember, or my taste does anyway, the feeling of the hot, burning drink splashing down my throat when the boys came around with their own drinks and then the sweet juice from the pixie cup. I hope it was juice anyway.
That's right, I nod to myself once again, every-single-time either Andre or Beck handed me something, Jade would come up with her stony expression, handing me the pixie cup. I would drain it immediately and then, yeah...
As great as that is good to know, that the throbbing head was the alcohol's effect, I can't imagine a) why I'm in my room without remembering it, b) why the hell I'm stark naked, and c) why I'm aching everywhere.
I pull my nimble limbs up, straightening them as I meander my way towards the vanity mirror. My eyes widen as I take a few steps back, sputtering, "H-holy shit..." All along my neck and right side-er left I mean- is covered with a distinct trail of what appears to be hickies, all purple and not going to be gone any time soon. I hesitantly turn around, my eyes bugging out as I see long, curling scratches of nails, obviously bite marks and even more hickies. This is all on my back, and I find it hard to believe that there is still room for more, just barely however. I run my hands through my hair feverishly, pacing around as I take deep breathes. Shaking my head, I try and defy the inevitable before my hands grasp the wooden desk. Gulping, because this is the only way I can think of to wrap my brain around the situation, I look in the mirror, my reflection staring at me dead in my eyes.
"Okay, so I went to a Northridge party with my friends and Jade last night, got freaking wasted. Then I wake up and... Oh-my-God..." I drop my gaze, frowning at the scattered bracelets and things across my desk before looking back up. "I lost my virginity and I don't know who the hell it was with... God Tori, the hell is wrong with your life?"
My eyes dart around my desk, knuckles white, before I glare at my right wrist. There's two bracelets missing. One bead type one then another charm one. Frowning, I nod, distantly recalling falling or something which broke the one bracelet. "Dang it," I hit the desk, backing away; I had liked that one. Although the charm one, God I don't even remember which one that one was. I have too many of them. Perhaps it was the one with the lizard, or the surfboard or maybe even the carrot. Shaking my head, I growl at myself for having to much jewelry to keep track of.
Sitting on my bed once again, I sigh before hearing the door click. Just in time I yank some of the sheets across my body, covering the privates as Trina comes in to wake me up.
"Tori, the shower's open... Whoa, what are you-" she halts, leaning against the doorframe with wide eyes.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" I ask quietly, feeling my cheeks become warm.
She slowly shakes her head, "I only remember taking a nap after you left for that one event at school. You went to the after party didn't you?"
"That was an after party? Oh right, the play..." I gaze off in the distance, finally recalling the tickling mustache as Jade gazes at me with unnatural, blonde hair. "But, what else?"
"That's it," she shrugs. "Hey, Tori, could I see what's on your shoulder?"
"But then you'll see me naked..." I mumble.
"How many times do I catch you without your shirt on?" she snaps, putting her hands on her hips before adding, "Wait, you're completely naked?" Slowly, I nod as I stand up, the sheets still wrapped around my waist as she comes closer, looking at all the marks. "Shit Tori," she mumbles, more to herself than me, "You've had quite the night..."
"Trina?"
"Hmm?"
"I-I think I lost my virginity," I blush furiously.
"So do I..."
"Do you know who with though?" I ask quietly. She halts, backing away while gazing at me with steady eyes.
Before she responds, a deep breath is taken. "You don't know who with?" I shake my head, pulling the sheets up to my shoulders self-consciously. "Okay then, uh... how much did you drink?"
"My God I feel like shit," I gasp.
"Alright then, take a shower and I'll find something to help with that. I think we still have some Gatorade left."
"Thank you!" I jump, pouncing towards Trina, hugging her without a second thought.
"Tori?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to get my hair frizzy, you're wrinkling my clothes, you're hung-over and, oh yeah, you're buck naked," she grumbles before I step back, my reflection's cheeks reddening furiously. After snatching my towel from the side, she leaves the room as I stroll into the bathroom, only having to turn on the water. Under the drizzling warmth, I grin a bit, some of the hang-over washing away. Once everything is clean, even with the stinging scratches at my back, I step out of the shower and dry myself off. Once a fresh layer of clothes are on me, purple top, dark purple flannel and jeans, I stride downstairs.
As promised, Trina left some Gatorade, water and some cereal to help (we apparently didn't have anything else). And, before I know it, I'm at school. Everything this morning seems too loud for me to handle; the chatting groups off to the side, the steps echoing around and then the foreshadowing bell which rings in my ears even though it's not due until, about twenty or so minutes.
Even the lights on my locker door seem to bright, though I smile in spite of myself, remembering that that song is why I'm here, at this school 'And why you are seriously hung-over at school and have so many marks on your back you acquired while losing your virginity to someone you don't remember... Oh my God, what if it's a complete stranger?' I halt in my motions, my eyes locked with my painted black Theatre History textbook at the thought. My gut felt like it dropped down to my knees. What if? What if I will never know who I had... uh, did it with last night? That just makes me feel like a slut in the making to be honest.
Frowning, I realize that I don't take Theatre History until sixth period, which is after lunch. Shaking my head as I shove it back in the locker, I hear giggles behind me and the shuffling of feat. "Hey Cat," I mumble softly, turning around to find a redhead and Jade behind her, eyes trained on the ground with arms slumped to her sides. "Hey Jade."
"Hi Tori!" Cat jumps while the goth only grumbles tiredly.
"What's up with you?" I ask.
"Long night," Jade picks up her gaze, and I can clearly see she isn't lying by any means. "Aren't you?" she adds with a small, sly grin.
"A bit, yeah," I chuckle before Cat snatches my attention from Jade who just drops her gaze towards the bottom of the lockers.
"So what do you think would happen to a monkey if you got rid of the 'e?' Would it look different because it still sounds like 'monkey' to me," she giggles through her long winded sentence.
"Uh, sure Cat... Yes, it would look the same," I nod slowly as she continues to give her smile. The redhead shuffles to the side before skipping down the hall, locating Robbie and Rex. "Do you think that the red dye seeped into her skull?" I mutter, vaguely recalling Jade remarking the same thing.
"Never doubted it," she murmurs quietly before receiving a text. "I got to go," she looks down at the screen.
"Why?"
"Can't focus on anything with you around, Vega," she snaps before turning her heels and strolling confidently towards her locker. I roll my eyes, shaking my head before closing my locker. Wait... Damn it, I forgot my Singing 101 folder. Heaving a sigh, I go through the process again, this time double checking that I have everything sorted. By the time I do, the bell shrills and I go straight to class, wincing at the noise.
-o0o0o-
God this day feels like it's dragging on and on and on. At the very least I was able to sleep some in Sikowitz' class, sitting at the back. The lesson, funnily enough, was about staying in one place and playing dead. So I took the time to sleep. Problem solved... Until Jade kicked me that is. "Ow..." I whine, "Jade, what the hell?"
"Come on you big wuss," she rolls her eyes, giving a hand that I take, "I can't let you stay in here and sleep the whole day."
"Why not?"
"They're serving bean and cheese burritos for lunch," she growls, handing me my bag, "And that'll probably help with that nasty hangover."
"You know? Oh right..." I mumble. "Wait, so you know what happened at the party then. Can you tell me?"
"You don't remember?" she cocks her head to the side, eyeing me curiously.
"No, I don't," I groan, "Just... Could you help me remember?"
"Uh, well... I guess I was the only sober one-"
"You were?"
"Uh yeah, I had to-"
"TORI!" We both startle, jerking as I turn around to see Sinjin rushing towards me.
"What?" I grumble.
He slows his pace, meeting us in the middle of the hall, "Can you be my new soda tester?"
"Like the gum and licorice?" I ask, taking the purple can from his bag.
"Yeah, that one is 'Fanta Gummy bears.'"
"Huh. That'll be interest," I nod.
"Jade?" he turns to her.
"Yes?" she drawls in her normal, monotone voice.
"Will you take one?"
"Sure," she shrugs, taking a light green can from his bag. "What's this one?"
"That one is either 'Lettuce' or 'Green Apple,' I think that one is the second though," he searches for another can in his bag. "Yeah, that one'll be 'Green Apple.'"
"Okay, thanks Sinjin," I give a small wave as he darts around the hall, my strides keeping up with Jade's longer ones towards the Asphalt Café. Taking a brief sip along with her, I purse my lips, feeling the carbonated soft drink wash down my throat. "Huh, that is definitely Fanta and gummy bears..."
"God I got 'Lettuce,'" she growls before taking another sip, "Why isn't this that bad?" I only shrug as we get to the food truck, ordering our lunches and handing our money. We then stride over to our table, joining the rest of the group. They all mutter their own 'hi' before diving back to their greasy food, Jade the only one sporting a light salad and sandwich.
"So, on a scale of one to ten, Jade, how drunk was Cat?" Andre asks, biting into his burger.
"Uh... Seven?" Jade raises her brow, mouth hovering over her sandwich.
"Okay, what about me, Beck and Tori?"
Rolling her eyes, she plopped the sandwich down impatiently before answering rather smoothly, "Five, Five and a half, maybe six and then ten."
"I knew it, Tori's a lightweight," Rex babbles.
"Am not," I snap before adding, "Right?"
"No, not to me at least," Jade shakes her head, sipping more of the 'Lettuce' soda, "I mean it took you like one or two drinks for you tp be tipsy but like seven to get you completely drunk."
"Se-seven? How much did I have?" I gawk.
"I don't know," she snaps, dropping her sandwich again, "Just let me eat my God damn sandwich. Just because I was the only sober one doesn't mean you can hound me with questions!"
"I was sober," Robbie grins.
"You know what," the goth mumbles, not caring that Robbie didn't even go. "How about-" she begins, snatching Rex from the ventriloquist's hands with a defiant 'hey', "you shut-" Rex is twisted in an uncomfortably angle, "-the fuck-" the puppet is thrown into a trashcan right before trash is thrown in, drink and melted ice cream spilling everywhere, "-up."
As Robbie fetches Rex from the trash, a disgusted look on his face, the rest of us just eat as usual; not much was out of the ordinary after all. Once the table was cleared, well... Anyway, once we were finished with our food, the normal conversation taking hold, I stand up, the warning bell for the other periods sounding before the bell that informs us that class will start in five minutes before the bell that explains that class started. God we have a messed up bell system. It really shouldn't take me ten seconds to explain it.
With the wrappers thrown in the trash, I wander over towards the black-box theatre where my next class was held; Digital Literature. "Hey, wait... Vega!" I hear Jade's voice call after me.
"Uh, yeah?" I turn around curiously, "What do you need?"
"So, do you really remember nothing from last night?"
"No," I shake my head. "Why?"
"Well... I-uh, need to tell you something," she stammers lightly, her grueling voice husked through the sentence. I nod, shifting towards the side. She looks around for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing like she's attempting to piece together a statement yet nothing proper comes to mind. Before Jade could speak, however, we hear a voice behind us.
"Um, Tori?" Beck walks in, looking in between us. "Oh, I-uh... Could this wait?" he asks a bit nervously. Jade merely stepped back, rolling her eyes as mine dart from her to Beck before stalking away rather annoyed. "I guess it could," he murmurs, stepping closer to me. Shaking his head, the Canadian starts, scratching the back of his hair. "So, um, Tori..."
"Yeah?" I turn my head to the side uncertainly.
"I need to ask you a question," his voice drops suddenly.
"What is it?" I ask. Before he responds, I feel hands grip my forearms before lips gently press against mine.
"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" he pulls away.
I look at him, his eyes peering into mine. Beck. He's the one with a kind smile, glinting eyes and clear locker door with no secrets. He only has one, and that's that he's Canadian, if that really is a secret... There isn't any wrong with him, he's caring, even for Jade at this point. I nod slowly, my brain acting on it's own before I murmur a quiet 'yes.' His lips are on mine, hands on my back.
I frown slightly, feeling a small twine pull at my heart. My back, the same one he feels, still stings with it's marks. It still aches from all the bruises and hurts from the bites. Even so, their now part of their territory; and who's ever marked here before angrily stings and aches as Beck's hands graze lightly against them. Whatever beast had claimed me already isn't thrilled, isn't pleased. But I've liked Beck for the longest time. He's always been there to laugh and poke fun or to give me advice with dealing with Jade.
He pulls away at the sound of the bell, grinning before dashing off to his own class. I wear a stupid grin on my face as I walk into the black box theatre, some of the other students already there. I make my way towards the front before my gaze turns beside me. "Oh," I mumble, "Jade... What did you-"
"Shut it Vega," she snaps, glaring at me with predatory eyes before shifting away from me. I drop my gaze before walking forwards, feeling unnerved. What had just happened? We were fine a minute ago until... Did she see?
I bite my lip in thought, not realizing that seats filled before I look up. Searching up and down the rows, I eventually find a seat, striding over before I hear a loud crash, and I'm on the floor. The seat I had almost sat in was now against the door, one of the legs bent in a weird angle. Above me I only see pale green eyes in the mist of long raven hair with dark blue, forboding streaks though it. "Jade... Why did you-"
"Shut the hell up," she hisses before stalking away, seating herself more towards the front. I grunt, sitting up, feeling a pain on my side. I shake my head, thoroughly confused. One minute she was fine and the next, completely aggressive, intimidating. The stark, emerald eyes seeps into my mind, becoming engraved. They were devoid of any emotion except livid, boiling anger. I've never seen her so high-stung before; not even when we first met. Climbing to another chair, some of the concerned turning away once I was found to not be dead.
I watch her curiously, my eyebrows furrowing. It hurts, everything hurts and I just want it to stop. At least, I suppose, I'm not single. I'm actually not single and yet my mouth feels like it should not spill anything about last night. There was a possible chance that it was Beck who did it with me last night though a small part of me shakes it's head solemnly. Today isn't my day. And what's worse is that I can't think properly, my mind can't catch up.
Before I let you go... Here's the plan I have in my head. Okay, so since 'In Your Hands' is more of a special one, I won't worry about it too much with the planning. However I will finish 'Driven by Risks' before doing the next step in this plan. The next step is doing another story which will either be this one or 'Wooden Door.' Got that so far? I won't repeat so just read it again to catch the drift. Because i'm a bit scatter brain at the moment, I wan't your help.
So here's what I propose; help me choose between 'Wooden Door' and this one (Light to the Unsaid Truths) to be my main focus after 'Driven by Risks'. I will choose to do either one first by the number of follows of each one. The one with the most follows will be a priority after 'Driven by Risks.' Got that? Good.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this idea and my scatter-braininess.
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PS- For those who have been with me through the months, does my writing look different. I kind of like the growth I've had...