Part One: An Awkward Beginning

Entry #001: Dre and Jay?


Wednesday, March 12th

11:27 P.M.

Have you ever been in love?

I mean, really in love with someone who doesn't even acknowledge your feelings?

Well, I have… and it was anything but fun.

To look into his eyes and know deep in your heart that it'll never happen…

It'll get to you eventually.

To know that he would rather be with her

I'll never understand why.

But to know exactly how all of this got to be; you'll have to go back about three days ago.

Oh, I forgot one other thing.

My name is Tori Vega, and this is how I lost my best friend.


Monday, March 10th

3:22 P.M.

Sunbeams were shining brightly through the kitchen windows.

It was almost impossible for me to not go out and enjoy the day as it was.

Spring Break had just started and I was eager to start enjoying it.

But I had to finish writing this monologue that was due next week and I really wanted to get it out of the way.

DING! DONG!

Who could that be?

I had no time to be bother by whoever was at the door.

"What? What is it?" I asked, as I opened the door.

It was him.

"Sup, Tori." smiled Andre Harris, standing there so charmingly.

Damn.

What was it about Andre that just made me… go loopy?

I didn't even care if I ever finished my monologue.

Andre was here.


"Hey, what brings you here?"

"I had just finished my monologue, so I thought I should come over and see how you're doing with yours."

Ugh, he wanted to help me with my monologue? Those five pages of scribble were the last thing on my mind.

"Uh, thanks. I appreciate it."

As I let him into the house, a whiff of his cologne grazed my face.

It was his favorite scent, Ralph Lauren Polo Blue.

Trust me when I say that it was definitely a great scent for him.


As we both sat down at the kitchen table, he picked up my monologue and read it briefly.

"So you're doing a piece about admitting your feelings to a crush?"

"Yeah… is that bad or something?"

"No, no. It's really good, actually. You've placed a lot of emotions into this."

"Yup, straight from the heart."

Why was I leaving subtle hints? Ugh, it's almost pointless to do so with most guys.

"So how long is your monologue?" I asked him, walking to the fridge to get us some drinks.

"About six pages. I wrote about the fears and uncertainties about my future and how I should overcome them if I ever want to become a successful musician."

"Wow, that's deep."

"I wouldn't exactly say that. It was basically the only thing I could come up with."

"It's still sounds like a great topic to me."

"Thanks."


After he quietly finished reading my monologue, Andre asked something that surprised me.

"So, aside from this monologue... how have you been doing?"

I had recently broken up with this guy named Davis.

Thought he was decent…

Boy, was I wrong.

A couple days ago, I caught him trying to hit on Cat.

I later found out that he also had another girlfriend over at Northridge High.

Sighs

What is it with me choosing guys who are just plain assholes?

"I've been doing fine. Thanks for asking." I replied, in a somewhat flirty tone.

I wasn't necessarily trying to flirt with Andre, but open myself up to where he would stop seeing me as only a friend.

Hopefully, it'll work one day… hopefully.


"Davis was a complete ass for what he did to you." Andre stated, taking a sip of his soda.

"Why you say that?"

I really wanted to see where he would go with this.

Just curious is all.

"Well… you're a really special girl, Tori. It takes a real idiot to not know what he had all along."

Andre really knew what to say… at times. Thankfully, this was one of those moments.

"You need a guy who'll appreciate everything about you. Someone who won't take you for granted."


Then why can't that guy be Andre?

Sighs

If only.


"Thanks, I really needed to hear that." I uttered, looking deep in his eyes, "Especially from you."

"Me? I'm no one special."

"You are to me."

"Really?"

"Really..."

He returned my gaze and began slowly moving closer to me.

I felt as if something was about to happen.

Something amazing.

Something spontaneous.

And it did happen, just not how I thought it would.


*A musical chime comes from Andre's phone*

Perfect timing.

"Hold on a sec." he sighed, moving back and answering his phone.

You'll never guess who was on the phone… the bitch herself.

"It's Jade. It'll only take a moment." spoke Andre, as he continued his conversation with Jade outside on the patio.

You see, Andre and Jade were partnered up for this huge drama/romance scene that was due in a month. During the past week, the two were growing really close.

And when I say close I mean, so close that you would honestly think that something was going on between them.

But of course, there wasn't.

Jade was too faithful to Beck.

Thank God for that.

...

But what if she broke up with Beck and set her eyes on Andre?

I only hoped that Andre had common sense to not fall for that.


"Okay, Ha ha. Talk to ya later, Jay." he laughed, coming back inside the kitchen.

They even had silly nicknames for each other. Dre and Jay? Really? It was insane!

"So what did Jade want?" I asked, barely trying to sound interested.

"She wanted to meet up at Jet Brew to go over some new lines she wrote."

"Oh... Well, I guess you better get going then."

"I'll be back within at least an hour… maybe two." promised Andre, as he walked out of the front door.

"Thanks for visiting." I uttered, sadly.

I haven't been able to talk with Andre for more than ten minutes during these past week.

It wasn't that I didn't want Andre to get a good grade on his performance. It's just that I would have liked to spend more time with my best friend.

Okay, okay! That and I didn't like the idea of Andre hanging out with Jade.

Especially since Jade knew that Andre had a crush on her.

Ugh! I should have known that she would figure out that he was singing about her.


As I sat back down at the kitchen table, I began working on my monologue again.

But my mind slowly went back to Andre and Jade.

Only time would tell if anything would happen between the two of them.

And I was just a spectator.