A/N:
I hate this chapter. I really do, but I feel like I owe you guys something for the incredible feedback from the first chapter. Thank you!
Also, the beginning of the chapter is a flashback to junior year in high school. The line break will follow chapter 1. Hope this clears confusion.
Special thanks to I am random18 for reading a bit of this and Jawrulez for giving me permission to butcher this prompt.
Hopefully, I won't call this quits after a few chapters because there's already a story about the same prompt and well, how awkward is that?
Xx
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Junior Year (Flashback to High School)
Tori hurries to class, knowing she's already late for Advanced Scriptwriting since the bell rang a long while ago, but in her defense, it's completely Trina's fault. Her mirror-framed locker "mysteriously" shattered the day before and unfortunately for the youngest sibling, she was roped in to help set up a new one—which was bigger and heavier and way too ostentatious—and well, very Trina-esque. Tori was even responsible for picking up the tiny, broken pieces littering the entire west wing linoleum floors because Trina had exfoliated her hands prior and didn't want to risk scarring her perfectly smooth palms.
Panting and doubled over, Tori arrives to the classroom and relieved when she doesn't spot Kathryn at the front taking role, no doubt late for her own lecture. But of course, the relief is short lived once she scans across the filled classroom for a vacant seat, only seeing one open next to none other than Jade West. Jade West, who's throwing her an all knowing smirk over her shoulder.
And just like that, Tori knows she's done for. After a few weeks of distancing herself from her friends, Jade's finally busted her.
Well, she hasn't been ignoring the gang, per se, but… Okay, fine, maybe she has been avoiding them just a little—and escaping through any exit whenever they try to get her to come out with them. Whatever. Whether she's intentionally ignoring the group or has been incredibly busy lately is completely debatable.
That is also not her fault.
Nope.
No.
Not at all.
It's Jade's.
Yep. The Jade who's grinning at her wickedly for finally succeeding at cornering the half-Latina after a couple of weeks of her failed schemes. They were creative and generally scary, but that's Jade. She doesn't rest until she gets what she wants and sometimes, she likes to overachieve.
She's an all or nothing kind of girl and Tori just can't help herself from admiring that.
Like two weeks ago, a man in a bear suit and a machete was involved. Then two days after that was an incident with monarch butterflies. Another mishap ended with the school being shut down for a couple of days. She was even desperate enough to have both Sinjin and Berf in one of her ploys.
All else may have failed, but everyone knows Tori Vega wouldn't be so frantic to skip class just to avoid something or someone.
A wince shudders through her frame at the thought of the last horrid two weeks. It's exhausting just thinking about it. Even more so in thinking she can avoid Jade without a hitch.
She begrudgingly shuffles in and takes her seat with a heavy sigh beside the raven-haired wonder who's been clouding her rather… Imaginative and filthy mind, trying to occupy the furthest space away from Jade. She keeps her head down, trying to suppress the way her skin prickles with goose bumps all over and the static tingle trickling down the curves of her spine at the mere thought of Jade being so close.
Christ. How pathetic? She can't even keep her body from involuntarily reacting when they're only three feet away.
So, when Jade leans over with her elbow pressed to the desk and her chin propped in the palm of her hand, she thinks, yes, she's definitely at fault for making her lose control when she does that Jade-like thing and ends up wrapped around pale fingers, not noticing until she's in way too deep to uncoil. And by that point, when she realizes the hold she has on her, she really doesn't want to get away.
No. She'd rather bask herself in all of what's Jade.
So, it is Jade's fault for captivating and poisoning her mind with want and need for something as simple as a touch or attention from her. What's worst is she did it so gracefully and unknowingly.
Nothing was calculated. She fell for Jade without meaning to and their first encounter could clearly testify that it wasn't supposed to happen in the slightest.
Tori doesn't know much about love, but she's beginning to feel like Jade's the start of one.
"Vega." She's trying. She's trying really hard to keep the shiver at bay from the sound of her enticing, silky voice, dripping with a faint husk at how low she's speaking. Then Jade does another stupid thing and shifts a little closer towards her, letting her taste a hint of her perfume. Just like that, it's over for her and she knows it. Something simple, floral and spicy and something uniquely Jade that overwhelms her. Home. Safety. It's strange how a single sensory detail can trigger a memory or a feeling. It's even stranger that she can say she's never had this memory before in her lifetime. It's unfamiliarly familiar. It brought her to a fall morning. The feel of the crisp, earthy air and a sense of belonging and such righteousness. If her tiny, buttoned nose can hold something so powerful, she can only imagine what kind of home they could build if she were only brave enough to skim the pads of her fingertips against Jade's porcelain planes. For a second, Tori wishes she went to exfoliate her hands with Trina. Maybe then, if she were ever lucky enough to collide with Jade, her nerve endings could feel her just that much closer. "So, how are your legs holding up?"
"My… What?" She asks, dumbfounded and wondering how much of the conversation she's missed from daydreaming. She's way over her head. She should seriously stop getting lost in her head before she does something pathetic and make poetry out of Jade's knees or something. She could do so easily. And it may already be an entry in her journal.
"You know. Your legs. I suppose I should stop calling you Chicken Legs and swap it for horse ones. After all, you are a runner," Jade says, her pale, pink lips shaping into a smirk as she flickers her pale blue eyes to lock onto Tori's who's struggling to hold her own.
"Hilarious," She replies dryly.
"Jesus, Tor, what's that monstrous thing growing on your forehead?" Jade asks with revulsion, pointing at the forming knot a little near her temple.
Tori looks back with confusion before touching the nearly forgotten spot with a hiss. "Trina," She groans, knowing she shouldn't have let her sister guide her into the school while carrying a heavy piece of metal when there was her reflection to look at.
"You don't even have to elaborate," The thespian shakes her head before she grabs onto Tori's chin to yank her head down at eyelevel. "Aw, poor baby has a wittle boo-boo," Jade croons with a playful pout, her thumb carefully circling against the sensitive bump.
Tori's eyebrows quirk in surprise, watching the girl concentrate on bettering the little bruise with genuine concern. She almost lets herself smile and enjoy the fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach before Jade winds back and flicks her finger at her forehead viciously, making Tori yelp and cup face. "Ow, Jade! You just thwacked my head!"
"And well deserved, too! Where the hell have you been, Vega?!" Jade crosses her arms, matching Tori's glare with a malicious scowl.
For a moment, Tori lets herself believe that maybe Jade's been upset with her absence a little more than she's let on. But when it passes, she diminishes the wishful thinking. Sure they've grown a lot closer the beginning of junior year, but now it's spring and she's finally recognized her feelings. She understood the faint, throbbing pull of wanting to know and the slow ache in her chest whenever she saw Jade.
She was trying to ignore the lurch in her chest. Honestly—that's why she sought off to isolate herself from everyone. It was only a matter of time before she leaked her secret on Andre or Cat and have them mistakenly blurt it out to Beck. Or worse—Jade. She couldn't have that. She wouldn't allow herself to be even more selfish.
"I've been busy," She replies with furrowed brows. She knows she's been a bit uncreative with excuses, but she's baffled at Jade. "Besides, why do you even care where I am?" It's true. A year ago, Jade wouldn't have cared if she was lying in a ditch somewhere. Hell, she would have been the one to dig up the hole and throw her in there.
"Of course it matters, Vega. Hello, we were almost friends!" Jade fumes, angry how relentless Vega was with wanting to be her friend and now that they were, she just suddenly dropped off the radar for some annoying, unknown reason.
"Wait, almost? We were totally—"
"Yeah, Vega, almost. And then you decided to flake!" The actress says, reaching over to flick her forehead again. "What's wrong with you? Are you mad?" They've attracted the rest of the class's attention, but Jade will just deal with them later. She's finally gotten Vega and she's not going to let her leave her sight.
"What? No, I'm not mad at you," Tori rubs her head, swatting at Jade's wandering hand absently since she's still a little shocked. If anything, she's mad at Beck. Sure, it's childish to be envious of him, but still. She can treat Jade a million times better, though it wouldn't matter because while her love belongs to Jade, Jade's isn't hers. "I've just been busy. You know; junior year and all."
That's not true, and Jade knows it as she nods her head to Tori with pursed lips and slightly flared nostrils, moving in closer. "Uh-huh… So you're saying I'm not worth your time?"
"What! Of course not!"
"Then what is it? You're all secretive and jumpy and annoying—more than usual! Are you on drugs?"
"Jade! No!"
Tori frowns a little when Jade inches even closer, giving her a once-over. Tori's close (and rather fucking lucky) enough to see the mint emerald specks highlighting her sapphire eyes. "Are you… Are you pregnant?" She asks in all seriousness, reading the confusion in Tori's face.
"P-Pregnant?!" The girl splutters, gaping at the figure before her. "Seriously? You know I can't do that!" She blushes profusely while Jade lets out a humorous chuckle.
"Alright, fine. Did you knock up some poor girl?"
"No!" Tori shouts, getting it out through her giggles, making Jade smile just a bit at their usual bicker-banter manner.
"Then what's your problem?"
"Now what fun will that be if I let you in on my deepest, darkest secrets, hm?" Tori hums smugly, doing that stupid eyebrow thing Jade says she hates.
"You're a dork," Jade emphasizes with her finger pushing Tori's big, geeky, round rimmed frames up her nose. "So, lunch later or what?" She asks, drumming her fingernails against the desk at a suddenly quiet Vega.
For Tori, the best thing to do is to say no. Whenever she sensed Jade drawing her in with her unknowing, enigmatic ways, she'd run the opposite direction as far as she can.
Of course, the right thing to do isn't always the easiest, especially because there's just something unique about Jade that makes Tori want to know what a word will be when it stops being a sound.
So, in a moment of either weakness or bravery on Tori's part, she caves in—and it's not like she wants to, but whenever she's with Jade, she doesn't have much self-control. But she follows it and decides to find out more about Jade—the Jade only Beck and maybe Cat knows. Because what's the harm? She'll only do herself damage. And with the knowledge of the inevitable outcome of being hurt, she accepts it. She accepts the heartbreak. All of it.
"Sure. Lunch would be awesome."
"Then I'll see you," Jade scrutinizes Tori with a nod of her head, making a mental note to hunt the girl down and drag her to the Asphalt Café if she didn't show.
Though it's such a basic promise on Jade's part, it means the absolute world to Tori. So when Jade turns in her seat to face the front, with a missing teacher, she blurts, "Actually, do you wanna get out of here?" It slipped. Honestly. It was purely meant as a little fantasy in her head of sweeping Jade off of her feet. But she can't take that back because she's already said it and her companion has already heard.
"What, now?" She asks, dumbfounded that the Tori Vega would actually skip when first hour hasn't even begun. Hell, she hardly missed classes and she's supposed to uphold some badass reputation around here. Hollywood Arts isn't cheap and she genuinely enjoys her courses and teachers, but the offer is tempting.
Christ, she must be insane to actually prefer Tori's company over… Well, anything, really, but to be honest, it's been a long while since she's actually had a moment with her, let alone a decent conversation, whether it's an insult here and there or an argument. But she's finding herself wanting it, which explains her recent schemes.
Tori's teeth catches her lower lip, being able to meet her eyes. "I mean, yeah… Let's… Let's go somewhere. Like, anywhere," She babbles nervously.
"Really?"
"Don't sound so surprised," Tori smiles, her nose scrunching as she releases a soft chuckle. Truth be told, it's been tiring holding up defenses and just generally avoiding her friends. She's never one to keep to herself, but it was safer than accidentally blabbering about her crush on Jade. "Scared, West?" She jests playfully, shouldering her bag as she looks for Kathryn, still unseen. She holds out her hand, giving Jade an out if she really doesn't want to join.
With a tilted head and a questioning look thrown at the other girl, Jade surprises herself when she reaches halfway and takes Tori's hand in hers without any hesitation.
Neither are truly shocked at how incredibly nice it feels when their palms press together. Or how their fingers shift and tuck themselves in the spaces between the other without much thought. "Come on," Tori smiles, squeezing her hand lightly before they slip out of the classroom—not before Jade threatens her peers.
Now, it's no longer restlessness. It's recklessness as they take off, hand in hand. Then they're running hand in hand, hiding and sneaking away from Helen and Dickers patrolling the hallways for any latecomers loitering around the school. It's the absolute giddy rush of keeping up with one another, of zooming throughout the school, reducing everything that's not them into an inconsequential blur. There's laughing. Playful, exhilarating laughter from both girls.
They burst through the doubled doors, past the Asphalt Café and to the parking lot as they taste the real air, the sunshine and the trees and the less burdensome world. They get to Tori's car as they toss their bags into the backseats, still giggling and panting.
Tori's breaking the rules as they climb into her car.
Jade's breaking the rules as she buckles her seatbelt, smiling genuinely for the first time in what seems like ages.
They're breaking the rules when they're both fully aware of the repercussions of leaving together. They're breaking the rules when they realize they really couldn't care any at all.
Jade smirks a little as the engine roars to life, seeing the driver turn to face her. "Where do you want to go? Tell me truly, Jade, where you'd love to go."
At this point, Tori doesn't completely realize how much really hinges on Jade's answer. If she says, Let's go to the movies, she will disconnect. If she says, Actually, I need to meet up with Beck, she will disconnect. And she should. She really, really shouldn't be doing this at all, but she can't seem to put a stopper on whatever this is.
But as always, Jade surprises her, over and over again, saying, "I want to go to the ocean. Vega, take me to the ocean."
Just like that, she feels herself connecting as she puts her car in drive, setting off.
Jade stays with her. Her details. Small things, like the way her soft curls cascade down her shoulders, jet black entwined with green, blue, silver or purple; the way she mouths over her words when she reads her scripts, tasting them on her tongue; the determination and fearlessness in her voice when she speaks. Random things. Like the time Tori saw Jade actually enjoy dancing with Beck's grandfather because he said he's always wanted to dance with a pretty girl and the way Tori would peer through the gaps of her fingers to steal a glance at Jade during a horror film, who only grins the whole way through, relishing in her fright. She remembers the good memories and doesn't bother looking into any others.
All Tori wants to do is give her a good day. Just one good day before she slips back out of the picture to avoid the group again—before Beck steals her away right where she respectively belong. With him. Just one good day as friends.
"So, when the hell did you decide you wanted a Jeep? Especially one with absolutely no doors or a fucking roof!" Jade calls out with thrill laced in her voice over the wind, her hand gripping on the sports rack above her head, enthralled at being able to see absolutely everything. It's frightening, without any barriers between her and the road as they speed up, but exhilarating. Exciting.
It always is around Tori. Whether they're involved in one of her lame schemes or lounged on her crappy sofa eating pizza.
Tori only shrugs as she presses against the clutch, switching gears. "I like the openness. See! I'm not all that safe, you know. I can be dangerous. Oh, I am dangerous," She raises her eyebrows, reaching over to the glove compartment by the passenger side to pull out a folded map. She tries to say stoic when her knuckles accidentally brush against Jade's knees.
"Oh, really? Still hovering over public toilets?"
"I don't need to hover! The beauty of peeing while standing," Tori scrunches her face. "But, I don't touch anything without wrapping my hands up in toilet paper." She shivers lightly. "What, you don't hover on toilet seats?"
"I don't use public restrooms. Ever."
"Ever? Well, what if you really have to go?"
"I don't go."
"You really are complicated, aren't you?" Tori shakes her head lightly, handing over the map. "Pick somewhere to go."
"Shut up," Jade growls, snatching the map from Tori's hand as she unravels the wrinkled paper, furrowing her brows when she sees a bunch of colorful handwritten notes near the southern part of California, some reading "Take her here. She'd love it," or "Nope. Nope. Bad idea. She'll hate this," and "This. This is the place," including miscellaneous doodles. "Vega, what the hell are these writings?"
Tori looks from the road to Jade holding out the map in confusion, eyes widening when she realizes what it is before grabbing at it to stuff it in her bag, "U-Uh… Nothing. Nothing. Wrong map, here," She says, quickly reaching for the other one to hand it to Jade.
"So, that's what you have been doing? Avoiding us to scour all of California with some bimbo?"
"Jade, drop it," Tori says plainly, continuing to drive. "It's really nothing. I've been going at it alone ever since I got my license."
"Well, who is she, then?" Jade asks, trying to be as uninterested as she can, but Tori sees right through it.
She looks at her, for a really long time. Then smiles.
Jade's close to scowling—well, even more than she is now before Tori reaches over to flick the dial to turn up the volume to the radio, singing at the top of her lungs until Jade finally caves and joins. A pop song that's as substantial as a balloon, but lifts them in the same way when they sing.
Time relaxes around them. Jade stops thinking about how unusual it all is and lets herself be a part of it.
The wind takes over and blows their hair all around; making it seem like the car has disappeared, like they are the velocity and speed. They sing, they talk and enjoy their company. Tori asks about Jade. It takes her a while to get to her, but she waits. Every single answer starts with a disinterested, uncaring shrug, but if Tori gives her enough time and space to answer, she will and she always does truthfully. Her mother means well; her father less so. She and Beck are fine. School is school—she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.
They watch the trees, the sky and the road. The world is only them. Tori drives like this for miles as Jade tells her where to go. Off the highway. The empty back roads. It's not summer and it's not the weekend. It's the middle of a Thursday and nobody but them is going to the beach.
Tori's stepping on dangerous grounds, she knows this, but there are so many things inside of Jade that she wants to know. And at the same time, with every word they speak, she feels there may be something inside of her that she's already known all along. When Tori gets there, they will recognize each other. They will have that.
It takes nearly two hours to get to the beach. They've drove past several beaches on the way, but per Jade's request, she wanted one where they've never been. Plus, the ones they've been to were too "Jersey Shore" and too "many wrinkled people". Tori was more than okay with that and just drove until Jade told her to stop.
Tori gets off of the PCH, nearly missing the small turn to this tiny little place Jade found on the map, labeled as 'El Matador', which doesn't surprise her in the slightest she would choose such a place.
She parks the car and grabs the backpack she always leaves in her trunk as they get out, walking over to the cliff overlooking the ocean. It's breathtaking, truly; the taste of the salt water air and the breeze breathing them in.
"Look at this hidden gem," Jade says, a bit speechless at the sight, not noticing how Tori's eyes are locked on her, not the view.
"Yeah…" Tori says absently before she takes her head, turning to look down at the quiet strip of sand with rock formations along the shore before taking in the turquoise sea. It's a little pocket ocean in the grooves of the cliff. It's exotic, secluded and a little intimate if you ask Tori.
They have the beach to themselves, the ocean to themselves. Tori has Jade for herself, and Jade has her.
Before Tori can do anything, Jade takes off down the slippery slope down to their newfound oasis, running ahead, kicking sand and calling her name. Everything, in this moment, is lightness. She is so joyous that Tori can't help but stop for a second to watch. Witness. Tell herself to remember in case everything goes back to normal come tomorrow morning. "C'mon! Get over here, Vega!"
She doesn't think twice to chase after Jade, dropping her book bag and shoes in the hot sand to run.
There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred. Suddenly, they're touching the sacred part—running to the shoreline, feeling the first cold burst of water on their ankles, reaching into the tide to catch at the shells before they ebb away from their fingers. They've returned to a world that's capable of glistening and they're wading deeper within it. They're chasing, laughing, exploring the big boulders stretched along the shore, climbing the archways and jumping into tide pools.
Their shirts and bottoms are wet, but it's the furthest of their worries as they collapse on the sand in an exhausted heap, struggling to contain their giggles.
Tori sits up a little and pulls off the damp fabric sticking to her torso from Jade's mischievous splashing and tosses it over near her bag, the heat make itself known.
The paler one steals a quick peek, just a small one. She watches the way the sun beats down on her bronze skin, making the sea water glisten over her cleavage and down to her defined body. She knew Tori was fit, but to actually have a little muscle around her small arms and stomach is a little surprising. She lets her eyes scan a little lower down the 'v' cut of her lower abdomen until they meet the start of her thick Calvin Klein waistband peeking out of her skin tight jeans.
She doesn't let herself delve into her curiosity for the slight bulge between Tori's legs. She may be in a relationship, but it doesn't mean she can't admire a nice figure when she sees one. "I should be in Bio."
"I should be in English," Tori agrees with a soft nod.
"But I'm not."
"No… We're not." Tori shakes her head, having a hard time listening to her inner thought to look away from Jade, but everything about her is too luminous.
"…Thank you," She says after a moment, actually sounding thankful.
"What for, Jade?"
"For this. For all of it." The escape. The water. The waves. Her. It feels like they've stepped outside of time. Even though there's no such thing. "I've always dreamt of running away—it's nice to actually do it. For a day, you know? It's good to be on the other side of the window. I don't do this enough."
Tori gives her a smile. That freaking smile that makes her feel easy. It's comforting and inviting. "Stick with me, kid." Their shoulders nudge gently. "Look, let's just… Enjoy ourselves. For today. I mean, how about this… How about we pretend this is all a dream, okay?"
"O…Kay?" Jade drawls out a little in confusion, trying to pick up what Tori's setting down.
"And nothing we say or do count in the waking world, and out there, I mean, we might be horrible people," Tori says, making Jade smirk just a little at that. "But right here in our dream, you and me, this is all okay. No defenses, no bad thoughts. Just being…"
"Just for today?"
"Just for right here and right now."
"You know, eventually we're gonna have to wake up from this 'dream'."
"Yeah… But not right now. Not for a little while, anyway."
The most amazing thing about Jade and Tori is the sheer trust they have in each other. Jade knows she can trust Tori completely. She knows she can lay things out on Tori because she knows she will carry her through it all, no matter what.
So, Jade looks at her for a long time, pretending to mull it over in her mind when she already knows the answer. "I like that… So, this is your thing, huh? With the marks on the other map, you drive alone and find places like this?"
Tori looks up from dusting the sand off of her skin as she nods softly, "Yeah. I mean, it's a bit strange to do this by myself, but I like being on my own sometimes."
"Well… Thanks for letting me in on your adventures… Or whatever…" Jade dismisses with a wave of her hand before she works her skirt and shirt off of her body.
"W…What are you doing?" Tori asks cautiously, looking away from her quickly.
"What? It's the beach and it's hot. I didn't know you'd kidnap me to the ocean, so I didn't bring a swimwear."
"I did not kidnap you!"
"Whatever. While I'm kept, I'd rather not have any awkward tan lines," Jade says, garbed in her laced undergarments as she quirks an eyebrow at Tori's jeans. "Like you."
She's egging her on, Tori knows this, but there's always something about Jade that riles her up; that makes her get up on her feet with a challenging look as she unhitches the button and slides down the zipper of her jeans, angrily tugging them off with a string of mumbles underneath her breath. "Happy?"
Jade leans back against her hands as she tilts her head, looking up to scrutinize Tori in front of her. When Tori told the gang about her little friend, she's been curious. She never thought it would look right with tits and a dick, but strangely, with Tori and her arms crossed, deepening the cleavage under her black bra and an obvious swell underneath her small black trunks, makes her decide it doesn't look too awful. "No. I'm hungry."
Tori huffs, adjusting her eye glasses before grabbing her bag to pull out a blanket as she climbs up one of the arches of a rock formation, laying it at the peak. She used to go backpacking with her grandfather when they lost her grandmother, but now he's gone, too, and she's all on her own. He didn't leave without teaching her a few things, though, like always keeping a couple of things you need in the trunk of your car.
Jade joins her, sitting beside her as they eat their lunch on a boulder. Sometimes they talk about nothing in particular or something worth remembering. Sometimes they don't talk at all, just vibing with the world, completely unplugged and in tune.
They open up, filling in the spaces of what happened in the time they weren't together. They open up. Jade tells her about a moment in her life. She makes it sound like it's nothing, but Tori knows she holds it fairly close to her heart. So, she listens intently when Jade tells her of the time her father signed her up for the Mother and Daughter fashion show. She hated it, but she thoroughly enjoyed the moment her parents paid attention to her; the way her dad attended and took photos and how her mom was having a blast filing through the store for matching outfits.
Then Tori told her a memory in which Jade listened. A time when she was squished in the middle of her grandparents with Trina in their pickup truck, just heading to the grocery store. Trina and she were always close to them. They practically raised the two since their parents were always out rekindling their relationship. It was a simple memory of singing with their Grams as their grandfather drove.
"You're a virgin," Jade says definitely as they're still perched on the rock, swinging her legs back in forth.
"Jade," Tori laughs lightly since they've been going at it back and forth for a while. "I promise you, I'm not a virgin."
"Fine! Then why won't you tell me who it was?"
"Because you won't like it!"
"What do you mean I wouldn't like it? It's not like I give a shit about who you lost it to. I just wanna know," Jade snaps, wondering why she feels like she swallowed a pile of stones.
"Why do you wanna know so badly?"
"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just assume you're a virgin anyway."
Tori groans, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm not a virgin! I've had sex! Are you saying I'm not fuckable? Because I think I kind of am."
"It's not about whether or not you're fuckable. I just thought you were the type to wait until you were married, or whatever," Jade dismisses.
Tori shrugs a little. That's a bit true, but the one person she can see herself married to, is with someone else. She'd be a virgin for the rest of her life if she waited for marriage. "It was Cat, okay?"
She watches cautiously, seeing Jade's angry expression turn livid, "Caterina? Valentine?! You took her virginity?!"
"Why are you saying it like I forced her to do it?" Tori asks with a small note of hurt in her voice. "It was her idea. It was her who jumped on me and led me to my own bed."
"Were you two drunk?" Jade questions, trying to find reason as to why Cat and Tori would sleep together. It didn't make sense.
"No! Why is it so hard to believe?"
Jade only shrugs, "I mean, sure, you two are hot, but together? I don't see it working out."
"It worked perfectly fine. Besides, it was a one-time thing and I don't see it happening again," Tori placates, not knowing why Jade's so passionate about telling her how wrong it is.
"Are you upset about it? I mean, is that why you've been avoiding us? Because you like Cat? Or because Cat likes you?" Jade watches Tori smile to herself, shaking her head.
"Not at all, Jade," She says. "It was just a friend helping out a friend."
"Well… How was it?" Jade questions carefully, finding it a bit weird that she's a little upset at Cat and she can't seem to know why.
Tori looks down with a soft smile, remembering the night after the Full Moon Jam. She and Cat had a sleepover and the little redhead just kissed her out of nowhere. "It was really nice. It was silly, awkward and gentle, like how a first time should be, you know? There was a lot of laughing, a lot of apologies and awkward bumps, but I don't regret it in the slightest because I trust Cat and she trusted me with something so… Special. We were learning, finding out what we liked and didn't like."
Jade smiles despite herself, feeling just a little envious of the moment given the contrast of how she lost hers. In a fucking RV. It was rushed, painful and detached. "Aw, my girls. All deflowered and womanly," Jade mocks, pinching Tori's cheek.
The whole day is spent just like that. The two bickering and chasing one another across the beach and ignoring the real world. It was filled with giddy disbelief and giddy belief of being together because she was supposed to be in Bio and Tori should've been in English. They weren't meant to come anywhere near the ocean today. They've defied the day as it was set out for them.
Once the high tide starts swallowing the shore, they rush back up the cliff and into Tori's car, the breeze dropping a few degrees when night falls. They went to explore the coves and suddenly lost track of time. They're still shaken up with laughter and shock from nearly drowning when the waves moved in, but they ran out just in time.
"Jesus, you must be freezing," Tori shivers, reaching into her backseat to grab her sweater, helping Jade into it as she tugs on the hem of her hoodie, eyes lingering a little over her full, ample chest. It was such a huge struggle trying to keep her gaze somewhere appropriate when Jade was wearing a simple, lace underwear set, but she managed, she thinks. Jade didn't catch her… That often.
"I like the cold," Jade says in her monotone voice, slipping her hands through the sleeves, cuddling into the warmth as Tori wraps the blankets around her milky thighs, tucking her in.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think we'd be out that long," The brunette says through chattered teeth, looking at her door and roof-less Rubicon. "I'll drive slow, okay? Let me take you home."
Jade replies with a shake of her head, taking the ends of her sleeves in her fists as she wraps her arms around her quivering frame. "Already?"
"Already," Tori says with a soft chuckle. "Babe, it's nearly midnight and there's school tomorrow and possibly detention."
Jade reluctantly agrees, letting Tori drive off as they kill two hours easily, though the both of them wanted to draw it out as long as possible. She gets to Jade's house and gets invited in, just a little longer because the girl insisted she wanted it to end in a good note.
They sneak into Jade's house, trying to be quiet as they muffle their noises. "Tour? Okay!" Jade says as she drags a giggling Tori along the first floor, the girl enjoying the silliness of Jade when she tugs her from room to room. "Kitchen. Where we eat! Living room. Where we live. Stairs. Oh! My bedroom. How did we get here?" Jade asks as she kicks the door shut, pushing the Latina down on her bed before she climbs over her to straddle her hips.
Tori lets out a soft 'oomph' as Jade lands atop of her, putting her entire weight with her bum pressed against her crotch. She couldn't stop herself if she even tried, but after being with Jade all day and seeing nearly every dimension of her—the mean side, the soft side, the goofy side and the incredibly sexy side—she hardens ever so slightly underneath her. Especially when the girl on top leans down, creating a divine friction against her length. "O-Oh! Um… Um, I'm sorry that…" She blushes deeply, extremely embarrassed. "You should, um, probably g-get off-f. I-I, Christ, I mean, not like th-that. I mean off of m…me."
Jade only shakes her head, the ends of her long, soft hair tickling against Tori's cheekbones. "Make me."
Their eyes lock as Tori's hands tentatively grip at Jade's waist, squeezing the alluring curves before circling her arms around her hips. There's a small noise at the back of Jade's throat as she quickly turns them over, topping the pale figure beneath her without breaking their gaze.
"You like me, Vega?" Jade asks quietly, looking up into brown orbs as the girl traps her hips against the bed with her own.
She should lie. She really should. So she does. "Ew. Y-You?" Then Jade gives her that look. That look where moms in wholesome TV shows turnaround from the sink and give their husbands when they're being silly about something and they need to be lectured, but they need to be kissed before, during and after the lecture, too. She nearly channels Walter, but knows it's not really a joking matter. "A baby bit. Like… This much," Tori says, showing Jade as she pinches her thumb and pointer finger together. "But smaller. Plus you annoy me a thousand times more so it doesn't really count for anything."
At that, Jade laughs, slapping at Tori's chest lightly. "Fuck off, Vega."
"But really, I think it's just a crush, you know? I'm just a bit lonely," Tori lies and only because she wants to put Jade at ease. She doesn't want her to feel weird just because Tori was dumb enough to develop feelings for her friend. And a little selfish side of her didn't want Jade to act differently towards her when they were having such a good time today. "It'll go away."
Maybe it's because it's late and they're getting a little drowsy; maybe it's because they've stayed in their bubble a little longer than they should have and have forgotten about reality altogether; or maybe they're feeling faint from just being together, but they both inch forward, the tips of their very nose grazing and brushing as their breath mingles.
It's a delicate moment and Tori's afraid to move, especially when Jade's locked her in with her legs around her hips. She knows she can feel her heart rate accelerating because their chests are pressed together and the pulsating throb of her hardening cock is flushed over Jade's skirt between her legs.
Their lips haven't met yet, but it's twitching with want ever since they locked eyes and they've yet to break contact as they move in to close the gap.
They're only a breath away, but Tori stops there. "I… We should probably wake up." She says softly before rolling off of the girl.
"Yeah… Definitely," Jade says distantly, no doubt processing what almost happened and what shouldn't ever happen.
"I'm gonna head home and get at least a couple hours of sleep in."
Jade doesn't answer right away as she watches Tori stand on her feet to grab her keys by the stand. "Hold on," She says, sitting up at the edge of the bed as she brings Tori down to place a soft kiss by her cheekbone. "Thank you, Vega. And I know you're lonely now, but I don't think it's permanent. You'll find someone."
It's bittersweet, but Tori takes it with grace and nods farewell to Jade before heading out to leave.
Without a doubt, it's love. It's all she feels.
Present (Following Chapter One)
Trina doesn't know what happened, but they've ended up by the floor, slouched as she cradles Tori in her lap. She presses the side of her head into her chest, rocking her baby sister back and forth as her tiny, shaking frame racks with sobs, her breath hitching and catching. She hardly had time to register anything when Tori showed up at their doorstep before collapsing in her arms.
"Tr-Treen, m-m-make it st-stop, pl…. Please," Tori begs, her voice raw and constricted as she holds onto her sister, wanting her to make it better.
Trina doesn't know what to say, but she has an idea of what happened. So, she cries with her little sister, strokes her hair and holds her tightly, hoping she can lessen the sting from her first horrible heartbreak.
"Make it stop," Tori weeps into her sister's chest, hands clawing at the fabric of her shirt to try to grab a hold of something because it truly feels like she'll diminish. "It hurts… It hurts so much…"
A/N:
I seriously despise this chapter. It's boring and pointless, but I needed to stretch out the story. I'm embarrassed even posting it, but I didn't want to lose you folks!
Another thing, I'm thinking about posting my Elitoria stories on here and have you guys send in prompts, but after watching the Catfish episode with Liz in it, I didn't want to be (even more) weird. Thoughts?
Let me know!
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