Hi. Hi. Regina, here. This is my first ever Victorious fanfic so be honest and tell me what you think :)

Tori's Pov-

"Tori! If you want a ride, bring your ass!"

Groaning, I just slipped my make up bag in my purse, opting to apply the finishing touches on the ride over to the school. "Calm your tits, Trina. I'm coming!" I yelled back, picking up my R&B Vocals and Theatre History textbooks. I don't know why Trina was in such a rush to get me to school so damn early anyway. It wasn't even 7:30 yet, school is a ten minute drive, and it doesn't start until 8:45.

Whatever.

I rushed down the stairs as Trina was exiting the kitchen. "Grab a banana for me, will ya?" I asked trying to balance these two heavy ass books and stop the strap of my purse from slipping off of my shoulder.

"Sure, now c'mon. You must have forgot, my new Intro to Broadcast Journalism class starts today at 8:30." She said, fishing her keys out of her pocket.

Oh yeah… that's right.

"If I'm going to take you to school every day, you're gonna have to get up earlier. This is not like high school. If I show up late more than three times, I'm going to be kicked out of class and that's $550 I can't afford to let just go to waste." Trina grumbled making her way to the front door.

I followed her out, locking the door behind me. "Sorry. I'm not used to you taking early classes." I apologized, climbing into the passenger seat, placing my bag and heavy ass textbooks on my lap. "Besides, If Dad would just send my car to the mechanic shop, instead of trying to go all Tim Allen on it, it would've been fixed months ago."

Trina made a confused face as she started up the car and reversed out of the driveway, "Tim Allen?"

Aw, c'mon. That was a good joke you just ruined!

"Home Improvement? The show? Tim Allen played a handyman that had a TVshow called Tool Time?" I sighed, letting my head fall back on the headrest, while Trina made this unladylike snort, probably thinking of a dirty innuendo of the show's title. "Never mind."

I reached into my purse, retrieving the make-up bag and putting a banana. I'd did all the hard stuff at home, like the eyeliner and eye shadow, but now I needed mascara and that mentha lip-gloss I got from BBW to, you know, make it shine.

Oh! I crack myself up.

"Are you gonna be able to pick me up from school today, or am I hitching a ride with Sinjin on his bike?" I joked, untwisting the applicator to my mascara and pulling down the visor to look in the mirror.

Trina laughed, "He still rides that thing? You guys are seniors now. I'd say it's time for an upgrade." I shrugged, agreeing, but remembering that not everyone can afford cars. Especially, not in this economy.

"Umm…" Trina hummed pulling into the school's parking lot. "My last class ends at 4:30, but our Prof is really cool and sometimes we all will lose track of time and end up sitting there until five."

Maybe I can borrow Cat's juggling helmet for my ride home with Sinjin. I think, brushing the applicator across my lashes a few more times before securing it in the tube and putting it back in my bag.

"How about this? You walk home with Andre, and I'll pick you up from his house."

As much as I hated myself for it, I hesitated. I know what you're thinking. 'Andre's your best friend. What went so wrong in your life that you started to hesitate to spend time with him?' Well, to make a long story short, that boy makes me hotter than to rats fucking in a wool sock. I would like to lie and say I had no clue how it started, but I know exactly how this started.

This summer, Andre and I made a fuck-it list. And no, not a fuck-it list like from Going the Distance. A list of things to accomplish before senior year is over. If we haven't achieved them by then, then we say fuck it and move on with life…. Ok so yeah, it's a short term bucket list, but we wanted it to sound cooler.

Anyway, we spent our time hanging out per usual, constructing our individual lists. Then this one night, when his parents went out of town, we had a scary movie sleep over. Andre's dad, Oliver has a huge scary movie collection. Movies from all over the globe. Some we'd heard of, some that weren't even dubbed in English and I had fun. That is until he picked this one movie from Germany that had me trying to literally crawl into Andre for safety. Of course he'd seen the movie before so it wasn't a big deal to him, but I was scared out of my fucking mind.

So there I was, practically straddling his lap, my arms wound tightly around his neck when his arms wrapped around me, one hand rubbing up and down my back while his deep chuckle vibrated in his chest. I immediately relaxed under his touch. I felt warm and tingly and I never wanted to leave his arms. That was the first night I found myself having dreams about him holding me, kissing me, touching me…

Anyway, ever since then I've harbored a tiny crush on him. Well, if you call dressing skimpier and eating provocative fruit around him, the acts of someone with a tiny crush. If he noticed, he must be a damn good actor because I couldn't tell, but that didn't stop me from dressing like a thirsty hoe either. Today's no exception. I decided to go with a royal blue, halter sundress with a red belt, and thong sandals. I also have a secret weapon in my oversized purse, but I wasn't going to put it on until Trina drives off.

"Well?" Trina asks again waiting for me to confirm her suggestion. I delayed my answer by applying a little bit of lip-gloss and tossing it back in my bag. My hands went to my hair tousling it to make it look fuller, sexier. "Wait. Who are you getting all done up for?" Trina asked. I wasn't even looking and I could tell she was wagging her eyebrows up and down at me. "Andre?"

I gasped, looking over at her amused face. "W-what would give you that idea?" I rushed, putting my bag back in my purse and unlocking my door, "Um... yeah. You can pick me up from Andre's. That's uh cool, I guess. Good luck with your new class." With that, I scrambled out of the car.

Way to not look guilty, Tori.

"Whaaatever." Trina waved as she backed out of the space and exited the lot.

It was a lot chillier than I expected so I decided I wanted to break out my secret weapon early. I reached in my purse and got out Andre's royal blue and red Hollywood Arts jacket and slipped my arms through the sleeves. I dug through my bag to get my pear phone as well checking the weather for the day as I walked into the school. "63 degrees? No wonder I'm freezing my nipples off."

Seeing as it was only maybe five after, I dropped my books off in my locker, using the vanity mirror on the locker door to check my appearance. A small shiver went through me as the A/C came on. "Seriously?" I shrieked, bringing both bottom ends of Andre's jacked together and zipping it up to my collarbone.

Since I would be waiting for the next 20 minutes or so, I sat on the floor in front of my locker deciding to work on the vocals to this new song I was attempting to write. Yes, I still sucked on ice, but I think it was because of lack of inspiration. I'd never really experienced love, or lust for that matter. Sure, I'd been in relationships before, but nothing really serious.

I thought I was in love with my first boyfriend Danny, I'd even given him my virginity, but it wasn't special, or romantic. It was just sex. No spark no flame. And when I decided to break up with him, I want even really sad about it, or heartbroken. Granted, I was disappointed I'd given away something so special to someone that I wasn't truly in love with, but it wasn't anything I could right a song about.

Now, Andre, on the other hand? Mm. Mm. Mm! That boy is a walking wet dream. In fact, I have had many a wet dream about threading my fingers through his always-freshly-done boxed braids (or twists depending on if his mom does his hair- he likes her to twist it because she braids too tight), his perfect smile and sexy lips. Oh yes, and those broad shoulders that would tower over me while his strong, toned arms hold me close to his rock hard chest and chiseled abs. Let's not forget about those big hands and long, nimble fingers. Fingers that could rock my cli-

"Tori..."

Squealing, I instantly close my little songbook and jump at the sound of my name.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He says, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at my expense.

Collecting myself, I stand up, straightening my- his- jacket, and putting my songbook back in my oversized purse. "It's cool, Andre."

"In my defense, I did call you like five times, but you were off somewhere in Toriland…" He says, trailing off as he finally gets a good look of my outfit. After a few seconds, he swallows and clears his throat before continuing. "Uh... Tori?"

Here's your chance.

"Hmm?" I ask, biting my lip and stepping a little closer to him so I was in arms distance. I could reach out and grab the back of his neck, forcing our lips together if I wanted to, but I won't because I'm a pussy.

"Are you wearing my jacket?" he deadpans, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Y-yeah, I was just a little chilly that's all." I stuttered like a fucking idiot, unzipping the jacket and shrugging out of it. "Hey, is there any chance I could chill at your place for a few hours after school?" I asked, handing his jacket to him. "Trina's class doesn't end until 4:30ish, and my Dad still hasn't fixed my car."

He smiled that beautiful, panty ruining smile, tossing the jacket back over my shoulders, before bringing the lapels together, pulling me closer to him. "Of course, Tori, you never have to ask." He said, his voice low and husky.

At this point, breathing was a voluntary function, because my brain can't operate well enough to do it involuntarily. We're so close, and it feels like we're getting even closer. His lips are just centimeters from mine. Butterflies- no- a flock of seagulls begin flapping around in my stomach making me feel lightheaded, but in a good way.

Hey, remember those strong arms I was talking about, yeah well, one wrapped around my back pulling us flush against each other while his hand came to my face, cupping the nape of my neck. His thumb begins tracing my bottom lip, and while I am thoroughly enjoying this, my brain is also flooded with questions. "What are you doing?" I mean to say in a whisper, but it comes out like a whorish-sounding whimper.

"No the question is, what have you been doing Miss Vega? Hmm?" Andre asks, his hand dropping to grip my waist as his lips find my cheek.

Breathe. Just breathe. Don't screw this up, Vega.

"W-what do you mean?" I whimper again as he backs me up against my locker, leaving small, hot kisses on the flesh of my neck and across my collarbone.

I can feel him smile against my skin as his lips travel upwards to my ear, "You know what I mean. Ever since the summer ended you've been wearing these tiny, thin ass pieces of fabric you call dresses, showing off those long, sexy legs of yours…" I couldn't help but release an excited moan.

He noticed, and he called me sexy. Score on for Tori.

Andre chuckled again, "And don't even get me started on those short shorts you've been wearing. The ones that hug your tight little ass perfectly," he said, one of his hands grabbing my ass for emphasis. "And then to top it off, you show up today wearing my jacket. C'mon now, Tori. You had to know that it zipped up like that you'd look completely naked underneath. Is that what you wanted? To give me the illusion that underneath that jacket you'd be naked, nipples erect, just waiting for me to suck on them while your pussy was dripping wet for me?"

Oh God, please don't let this be another dream. And if it is, I don't want to wake up!

His lips ghosted over my cheek before kissing the corner of my mouth. "You must be trynna kill a brother." He whispered as his lips crashed down onto mine.

How did I do? How can I improve. Please ignore all grammatical errors and typos. I'm not using my own laptop and t his keyboard is sticky and had many a malfunction while I was writing this.-Regina