Hate me, or hate me some more for not updating my other stories, but I couldn't resist this.
Very brief synopsis ; AU in which Jade is more like a greaser of the modern era, and Tori who is the school's "everything" sunshine and all, is inexorably drawn to the student body's self exiled mystery. Tori really tries to stay away, she really does, but of course fate does not heed to Jade's persistent belief that no good would come from their undeniable attraction. And then suddenly Jade doesn't want the only other human (besides her mother) who sees the greater good in her to keep her distance. Tori's a pleasant irritation, and very persistent.
I'll Be Good
It's rather the extremities than the problematic trouble that she always keen to attract. Her father—before any of this was even remotely his fault—had spoken how she always seemed so very vulnerable to all of the minor world's problems. Maybe there was no exceptions in regards to her infatuation with the theory that the universe was indeed very obsessed with paving a deceptive yet concrete fate; one that was tactical in having her shoulder the burden of inconvenient situations. While she was entwined with trouble she could be biased and say that she didn't seek the trouble—that would be all to cliché to even finish that saying. Jade knew she created the problems; with a purpose might you mind her. It was just simplistic in her answer, because she would never allow herself to truly realize the mundane reason as to why she loved the thrill of wreaking havoc.
"It seems you didn't attend your mandatory detention," Her eyes flicker around the office mischievously, fingers thumbing through the folders he'd previously handed her.
His lips release a weary breath, eyes watchful in his dreading stare. She can only presume the next sentence about the come from his mouth is one of which she will not particularly like. It's the calculative stare lurking about his features that verify her assumption.
"Jade I understand your home situation—"
He's fit with a harsh scowl; her lips immediately twitching into a sneer. There's a contemplative readiness in her eyes that is gone within the moment.
"No, Eikner I don't think you do actually—which is none of your concern by the way—so how about we stick to the conversation at hand. That or you can forget about whatever deal you're about to try and cut with me." Her voice slithers into one of ready defensiveness.
He has tried to begin a discussion about her home life since he had the traumatic chance to experience just exactly what that life is like, or at the very least he received a minuscule glance. He's excessive in his endeavor to lift her spirits from her home life, or rather very intrusive once he had found that she was a distinctly reluctant in allowing people into the complexities that absolutely defines her existence. Truthfully he held a respect for her before he had the opportunity to let her mother and father become symbolic in her personality; she admired that aspect of their relationship. Yet that was decimated within: littered beer bottles, reeking scent of cigarettes, and the disdainful lurk of that rancid evidence of drugs in her father's eyes, and in her worn countenance as she witnessed views on her morph into pity.
He stupidly inclines his head, shoulders declining in optimism at his subtle, yet fruitful venture. She is nearly ready to form some witty quip about his plaid tie to lessen the somber mood, but the door creaks open as fast as her lips clamp around the vowels.
"Principal, Eikner I need some clarification on the Homecoming venue there's…" The voice travels in waves, a hint of guilt echoing once the teen catches sight of the evident interruption she's caused.
Jade lets her mouth tamper with the indications of a smirk and a clever insult, yet she is reduced to merely observing the brunette—stormy irises traveling across a slim form encompassed by the school's cheerleaders practice uniform, red and black hues intricately forming the school's logo that's embedded on the upper right of the shirt; there's a binder on settled in the girls hands. She cannot refrain from appreciating the teens. Despite practically despising the obvious cliché standing before her, but she can concede to acknowledging that the brunette is aesthetically pleasing. Yet she's known this girl since the beginning of sophomore year—she won't become victimized by the simplicity of her beauty.
"Oh. I'm sorry for interrupting. I'll wait outside until you guys are done."
Legs maneuvering themselves underneath her, she lifts into a stance all the while gathering her helmet and duffel bag; mind already tinkering around her next destination that she was thirty minutes late for, her lips lift into a short smirk at the principal once she notices his furrowed eyebrows.
"Actually Princess," Jade strides towards the door with an almost leer in her movements. "I'm finished here."
"We're not done Jade. Though I do know you be staying so we'll leave it at detention for a week and we're going to finish discussing the rest of your punishment tomorrow." Principal Eikner comments evenly.
"Yeah whatever you say Sir." Jade mocks tersely.
Her feet halt directly in front of the rooted brunette; her nostrils inhale the vanilla perfume. Orbs' fleetingly meeting a pair of coffee brown irises that upon inspection she notices holds a little lighter hue than her beloved drink. She hitches her eyebrow expectantly; interest sparking at the observing stare with which she is regarded with.
"You'll need to move from the doorway in order for me to leave Vega," Her eyes fall to the girl's body purposefully. "I mean the view is very enticing. But I have somewhere to be."
The reaction while mute screams in volume, there's a certain lack of uncertainty and more of an inexplicable curiosity. It's far too peculiar and so very observant that Jade simply shoulders her way past the standstill. She doesn't bother to swivel back around to assist the girl in cleaning up the scattered papers she hears falling to the floor.
It was normal to society, yet this was far too peculiar; this felt all too mundane. A little toddler settled to her left: mother diagonal to him, and father perched to her front. By all accounts this was very much a ploy—because here she was shoulders tensed, hands clenched around her fork and very silent towards the atmospheric queerness. Her little brother is rambling about some outlandish event at his pre-school, one that she's heard over four times now, but he eminently with vibrancy reenacts to their parents. She's waiting for the dire situation to become even more eerie; her mother almost never cooks diner or has the time to.
"Then Danny took the dinosaur and threw it across the cafeteria." Jayden finishes dramatically falling back into his seat.
Jade smiles fondly at him, shaking her head lowly at his antics.
"That's great Jay…How was school Jade?" Her mother questions tentatively.
Jade lets her eyes flicker from her father who is silently eating his pasta; she maneuvers her stare from brown stain on his shirt. Scowling at the optimistic pep in her mother's radiance, of which she hasn't seen in a while. She wonders the exact occasion as to why they have decided to play the rugged family from the seventies. Clearing her throat uncomfortably, she gives her mother a small smile.
"Nothing much," Her attention flits from each of her parents. "I had—"
"That reminds me. That Principal of yours called. He said you've been getting into some trouble lately." His voice is harsh vocally, and so gruff; the repercussions of smoking a pack a day.
He has the attention of everyone, not one of them expecting him to engage in on the conversation. Usually it's Jayden and her mother who fills the blank silence. She scowls at the sudden smirk gracing his lips; bloodshot sclera's a contrast to his vibrant green irises. Or rather his bored eyes that are mischievously watching her grasp on her utensil tighten with every second that tics by. Her peripherals catch the scrunched features of her mother.
"There was a little accident with another senior is all."
Her father chuckles humorlessly.
"It seems he pretty close to revoking your scholarship. I told him to go ahead and do it, with as much trouble you've caused he should've been taken action. I guess he's too much of a bitch to do something about—"
"All you do is sit on your ass all day. If anything you're the bit—"
"Ethan, Jade. That's enough. Jade why don't you go help Jayden get ready for bed. I'll be there in a little bit." Her mother commands softly.
Her limbs remain halted, locked in a stare down with her father. It's only when her mother clears her throat does she assist Jayden in hopping down from his chair. They're only in the hallways five feet away when she hears the startling slam of a chair hitting against the ground. She lifts the little form into her arms once there is a frightened tug on her hand, her arms wrapping around the warm body tucking itself into her like they'd melt into one.
"It's just a little noise alright." She exhales wearily at the shouts soon following her statement. "You're safe with me—I'm sorry Jay. "
At first it's one drip of liquid, then there's the flow of tears staining her shirt.
…
Leaning heavily on the wall, she pushes off of it a second later at her mother's inviting wave. Settling into the scarred couch, she allows the cool hand to brush away some of her stray hairs escaping her bun. Her eyes blankly settle on the façade of a reality show.
"I wanted to tell you guys about the raise I got today."
The frustration in the depths of her stomach flares. She wants to speak on the fact that her father should be the one providing for them as well, that he shouldn't be the one sucking them financially dry, that her mother shouldn't have to work three jobs in order to pay bills; so she conceded to nodding dumbly—pretending not to notice the slither of a tear sliding down her companions cheek.
She can only dream of the carefree persona of the actors in the dramatic show.
"This is the last time Liam. I won't do this again." Jade mutters lowly.
His smile isn't malicious, it's sincere, and eerily echoes in her mind at the sheer scale of how bright his teeth truly are. His scowling eyes contradict the grin—she ruefully accepts the items wrapped heavily in cloth, plastic, and anything in between. She shoves them carelessly into her combat boots, and the more heavier items into her duffel bag.
"That's what they all say sweetheart. Just don't go getting caught now…wouldn't want your pretty little face to get damaged if you know what I mean."
She reminds herself that she has to do this for Jayden, for her mother, and to prove to her father that the three of them can mend his lack of help.
I really have no business even creating another story for this pair when I haven't finished not one of the preexisting ones, but I couldn't help it...this should be like five chapter max (chapter are going to be a lot longer than this), and if you're still holding onto Night Changes, then look for an update within the next 48 hours. Than you for your time...
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