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The insistent ringing of the Hollywood Arts bell stole Tori's nerves away. Its echo signifying the beginning of hour one, the brunette relaxed. She hadn't been yelled at or threatened, she hadn't been surprise-attacked, she hadn't been in any way abused; the reaction that Tori had assumed did not come. Laughing an exhale of released stress, Tori ran her hand through her hair. It seemed that Jade took the prank much better than she would have ever imagined.

Now content with the growing silence of the hallway, Tori took her time shifting through the books in her locker to be sure she was properly equipped with the essentials for class. Situated, Tori pushed the locker shut quietly, adjusting the strap to her bag to fit to her shoulder comfortably -

"VEGA!"

The shout of her name caused Tori to utter a guttural shriek of fear - her bag fell to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. She stumbled, slipping on the discarded papers, but balance meant nothing at the moment. Jade West, whose hair flared behind her at her full-paced storm, was becoming far too close, far too quickly. Her body was stiff, straight, her arms and legs pulling it along - that long, curvy body, hips rotating around those legs, pulled into black tights - they were sleek, perfectly shaped, they - oh, God, what was she thinking, she couldn't stand there and stare, she had to go, run! If Jade got a hold of her, she didn't know what would happen -

Jade swooped down on Tori quickly and, fearing the worst, Tori began to choke out an instinctive scream - Jade's elbow collided with Tori's shoulder, hard, her arm digging against the Latina's collarbone. With a strong, solid push, she slammed Tori into the lockers behind her. The impact shocked Tori into silence, mouth gaping with horror and pain. The pinned girl tried to quickly make sense of what was happening, of what to do, when warm, sweet breath suddenly washed over, into her open mouth. Tori instinctively drew a quick, unsteady breath in, the desirable scent swirling through her mouth and down her throat - Tori's eyes rolled, fluttering shut in the moment, at the closeness -

"What the hell is your problem? Are you insane, Vega?" Tori was torn from her momentary, sudden bliss - Jade's shout was biting, thick with fury, exactly as Tori had expected. With a flustered blink, Tori averted her gaze carefully away from her attacker's penetrating gaze. Tori, unable to move, knew she had stepped - leaped, really - over the safe line. No one touched Jade, no one taunted Jade. No one made a fool of Jade; no one could have Jade.

But, in the heat of the moment, it seemed that Tori Vega couldn't help herself.

There was a long, silent pause of expectancy - Jade's stare was bearing into her. Tori, determined to keep her head tilted, eyes to the ground, could hear and feel the heavy, angry breaths, rhythmically brushing against her cheek – God, she was so close …

Tori gasped. She felt a hand at her stomach, surprisingly gentle. Long fingers stretched themselves across the Latina's stomach slowly, carefully, a palm laying itself against her hip. Tori slowly exhaled, a scowl of desire tugging at her brow. She turned her head away, trying to conceal a purr as she pushed her stomach further into the touch of -

They grabbed suddenly, bunching Tori's shirt into Jade's grip. Jade wrapped and knotted it between her fingers, pulling a thrust out of Tori - unable to control it, she whimpered.

Jade coiled, and pushed. Tori's back slammed into the locker; the small of her back was ripped across a combination lock, tearing her skin. Tori cried out, instinctively jerking her hips forward - her pelvis collided with Jade's. She noticed with a wild inhale. Jade was moving in, getting closer. But Tori, desperately, kept her head low. She did not dare cross the path of Jade's gaze, because she knew that, if she did, she would lose any control left - writhe, scream -

Tori could practically feel each even breath of Jade as she slid forward. She used a hipbone to gently knead the Latina's core, and pushed slowly - Tori became entirely encased against the locker. Tori felt a wave of - panic? - surge through her body, and adrenaline began to pump. She was trapped, she could not get away, she could not save herself from her guaranteed doom - she didn't even think she could find it in herself to scream -

Soft, long, pale fingers slipped their way beneath the hem of Tori's wrinkled shirt, and she stopped thinking. While adrenaline still drove through her, heart racing, she could only feel the cold touch sliding around her navel. It was silky, pleasant, almost exciting to feel the cold trail of fingers - Jade's fingers - tickling their way up Tori's skin. Jade was close, her gentle, silent panting emitting pulses of sweet scents, washing over her ear. Focusing on that rhythmic hot breath, and those cool, smooth fingers, Tori felt a warmth trickle through her body, settling as a dull, empty throb. And almost as if Jade overheard her desperate thoughts, those fingers unexpectedly clawed - nails were suddenly digging and scraping without guilt, leaving bits of broken skin up the center of Tori's stomach. Tori clamped her teeth tight, her jaw working tremendously to not make a sound. Tori, lightheaded, hoped that she'd survive this, because somehow, somehow, that pain - that raw trail of broken skin - pushed the aching throb into a much heavier, persuasive beat -

The fingers stopped at Tori's ribs.

A small pause, and the chilled fingers were gone. Tori's eyes, still locked on the floor, slid shut, feeling relieved and overwhelmingly disappointed.

Tori jerked as gentle fingers shaped around her jaw, Jade's thumb trickling slowly around the line of the Latina's chin. With this, she couldn't help it – Tori's throat choked a broken moan. She felt ragged, weak legs about to give. The fingers, that body, Jade's eyes held a frightening amount of control over her. Without a word, and with a confident exhale, the dark-haired predator pulled Tori's unwilling head to her gaze. Tori fought this last battle: she kept her eyes low, to the tiled floor.

"Look at me, Vega."

The words were whispered, a somewhat husky undertone.

Tori's gaze jumped, yanked by Jade's rich voice. First, she saw the lips, Jade's lips - they were so curvy, perfectly plump.

So tempting.

As Tori's gaze lingered at Jade's mouth, the lips seemed to tighten, curve slightly upward into the tiniest satisfactory smirk. Flustered, heat building in her cheeks, Tori's eyes began to drag across the strong, feminine curve of her jaw line and cheek. Tori trembled - she wanted to avoid this trap and look away, but too easily, she met the gaze of those emerald pearls.

Jade's eyes were so firm and captivating. They burned, so confident and sure, staring at Tori. The gaze was unwavering, no hint of weakness.

Tori didn't notice the fingers on her chin begin to, so slightly, stroke the angle of her jaw. As Tori stared, held still only by the gaze, she saw something unusual. Off. It was dangerous. The subtle narrow of Jade's gaze, a light flicking between the Latina's eyes ... but Tori couldn't discern Jade's thoughts. After a beat of silent speculation, the brunette saw the straying: Jade's eyes swirled around the features of Tori's face, her cheekbones, lips, nose, eyes, hair, circulating several times over.

Once pinning Tori to her doom, teeming with vindictive rage, Jade was softening. The arm pressed to Tori's shoulders was gone; it now caged her between the lockers, and the body pressed to her front. The hand that gently caressed Tori's jaw rested, too, against the wall behind her. Jade's eyes wandered further, and Tori saw the curve that the predator's eyes followed. Tori squirmed, uncomfortable - she felt as though she was being analyzed, almost criticized, by those eyes.

Jade noticed the small writhe of Tori's body: her eyes jumped to Tori's in a second, staring. Blood pumped thick and fast through Tori. Her thoughts thick, she couldn't consider any realistic motive of Jade's. Sheknew she was pissed, but why was - oh -

Jade's hands hitched onto Tori's hips and slammed Tori's pelvis into Jade's. A guttural gasp ripped from Tori, and instinctively, she slapped a hand to cover her mouth to smother the God-awful noise. Could you be any more desperate? Tori released her breath, briefly ashamed of -

"Woah - Ja - Jade -"

Fingers dug into Tori's waist. Jade began to thrust, roughly, slowly, against her.

Jade:

Good God, Tori's horny.

Jade fought to keep a straight face. How sickly entertaining this was. When Jade had found her culprit - the nasty jokester who thought messing with a girl's coffee was funny - she'd had no intention of leaving Vega alive.

But … Lord, her plans changed fast.

Jade figured that, to correct the miscreant's behavior, a quick and powerful reminder of who was in charge was best. So, enraged, she easily found a bitch face to throw at Tori, storming forward to intimidate, silence, then squash her.

But when she got to Tori, it was clear that this was not a typical banter.

Pinning and snarling at Tori, all up in her business ... Tori did not fight back. Typically, Tori either fought or begged, using those enormous brown eyes to manipulate. But this time, for the first time, Tori had shut down; she was silent, looking away. Her breathing was off. That's no fun. Disgruntled and frustrated, Jade narrowed a steel gaze to Vega's averted eyes. Was it a weird power play? Manipulation to make her back off? Seeing the erratic pulse of her victim's chest encouraged Jade to yank on Tori's shirt, slamming her against the lockers to knock some sense into her. Tori had yelped and bucked forward.

And that's when Jade saw it: a brief, powerful flash of heat. A lustful, avoided gaze.

Vega was turned on.

Blinking in surprise, a slow, coiled grin temped Jade's intimidation tactics. Intrigued, Jade tested further by slinking her fingers below Tori's shirt –

She couldn't stop herself - she smirked completely, satisfied, and feeling ... playful. Jade stared at Vega, who was completely taken. She was desperate, panting, and wanting more. Just so slightly, Tori was leaning into Jade's fingers. Her head was tiled, exposing that angled jaw, and she loudly sported a heated pant. Vega's blatant whimpers shot through Jade a single stroke of heat. What a horny dyke. Jade, clenching her jaw, almost instinctively dug her fingers into Tori's stomach, watching carefully the wince and exhale of Vega's poor emotive control. Yet, she avoided Jade's gaze.

Good. She's being punished for that shit she pulled.

Jade glanced around her, ensuring the hallways empty. They should be – she'd made sure to let the period start before she confronted Vega.

Because things would be getting … ugly.

Jade wrapped her fingers around Tori's chin, forcing her to look up. Still resisting. "Look at me, Vega."

That chocolate gaze was loaded, unexpectedly driven with raw anticipation. Her hunger was amusing. Jade watched her victim trace her face. And as Jade saw Tori's determination grow, Jade was encased with another tight, direct throb.

She surprised herself with a sharp inhale.

Unthinkingly, Jade let her eyes follow the shapely cheekbone, circling a petite nose and even, parted lips; her hair was so lush, and smelled just as floral as the scent that covered her locker. Jade followed those curls to greater curves, darting down –

Tori squirmed. Her shoulders tightened, hips rocking. Jade cursed inwardly – she'd let her guard down. Damn. This was her time. Tori was not in charge, nor should she be led to think this was two-sided. Jade looked sharply back at Tori. Those brown pools, still impassioned, had traces of doubt. Fear. Good, Jade still had her.

And Jade knew that she could have her further.

She paused, staring at Vega. And Tori stared breathlessly back.

Well … what the hell.

A/N: Greetings! It has been, quite literally, years.

I was struck with the mad desire to finish this story. I remembered I had such plans for it, and was disappointed I'd never made them reality. I'm now here to finish the wonderful phenomena that is Jori. Enjoy.

(edit: grammatical and clarification corrections)