'Te Amo'
She loves you.
She's in love with you?
"No…" You mutter to yourself in doubt. She never said that.
Yet, the way that she looked at you that night when she nodded her confirmation… you felt something. You felt like you were special…like she cared.
You sit on your bed, legs crossed, and stare at the wall in front of you.
She doesn't know you.
Not your name, age, nothing other than your face and your voice.
Was that enough to make one fall in love?
You doubt it.
Sighing, you crawl under the covers, still able to smell her perfume on your jacket.
You didn't bother changing out of anything other than your boots.
Smirking to yourself, you realize that you're grateful that she made good on her promise to drive you home and when you turn over to get comfortable, her scent emanates from your jacket once more, filling your nostrils and bringing back vivid memories of the night.
You wish that the night hadn't ended, but you have school tomorrow. One glance at your clock and you edit the thought in your mind: You have school in three hours.
Your eyelashes brush against your cheeks when you finally get around to shutting your eyes and another ten minuets pass before your thoughts shut up long enough for you to sleep.
You dream of her.
Groggily, you roll over and feel around for your fancy new PearPhone XT and wrench your eyes open in a minor panic when you realize that the disabling for the alarm is different than the old one.
Cursing under your breath, you fumble around and press several different things before you realize that the little white pear on the back of the phone served not only as a logo, but a snooze and disable button.
You shake your head, rolling your eyes at yourself for being too stubborn to read the manual.
Cold shoots up through your feet and into your legs when you stand on the cold hardwood floor and you're reminded once more of why you hate carpet.
This was how you liked to feel in the morning, cold until you've had your coffee.
You know for a fact that your dad has left early again this morning, for the usual sounds of his heavy footsteps are absent when you walk to the bathroom for your shower.
Whatever the reason, and however much he seems to hate you, you just wish he was around more often.
You walk into your first period class, having successfully been late enough to get to school without having time to talk while not being late to class either.
Your teacher eyes the coffee that sat nestled between your hands but just shakes his head and continues to talk about the lesson you all will be starting this week.
Sighing to yourself, you let your eyes wander while you tune him out. The constant tick of the clock grates against your nerves until you're chewing at the cap of your empty coffee cup anxiously.
The seconds seemed to drag even longer just to spite you, your teacher's lecture seeming to go in slow motion.
Struggling to keep your eyes open, your gaze rests on Cat and you contemplate telling her about last night briefly before deciding that she wouldn't be able to grasp the depth of the situation.
Was there even a situation? You're not sure, but you don't want to run the risk of her turning it into something completely different or comparing it to one of her favorite romance movies. She's graduated from Disney.
You roll your eyes.
Then you think about telling Beck, but then remember he's being an ass just to piss you off and your eyes narrow a bit.
You and him are going through a rough time in your relationship, but he had never taken it as far as outright cheating on you while the both of you were still together.
Suggesting a break-up is doing next to nothing because you two always end up back together regardless of what the other says.
You start to ponder the dynamic the two of you have and realize that your relationship might not be all that healthy-
"Miss West." A voice rings out sharply and you jolt in your chair, breath quickening with the brief feeling of adrenaline.
"What?" You answer, your shock turning to anger and you glare at your teacher.
"Would you care to pay attention in my class? Or should I just leave you to your thoughts?" Mr. Reynolds asks, crossing his wiry arms and narrowing his eyes at you, trying hard to imitate your death glare and failing miserably.
"The second one would be nice." You mutter, leaning back in your chair and propping one foot up on the table.
Your table mates turn to watch with renewed interest in the class and you think that this is what they look forward to: The verbal wars with your teachers.
Smirking to yourself, you wonder why you haven't been suspended yet.
"Do you mind repeating that?" he asks as if he's got you trapped. Wouldn't he have learned by now that you don't give a damn about saying what's on your mind?
"I said," You clear your throat for dramatic effect.
"The second one would be nice." You say it slower as if he's hard of hearing.
The petite man straightens his tie and takes a step toward your table, the students sitting at the others turning their heads to follow his trail to the back row.
"Miss West, you are a breath away from being kicked out of this class." He says, trying to take control of the situation.
Shrugging and placing your feet back on the floor, you look up at him standing over you and grin.
"Oh c'mon Reynolds, you act like this is the first time."
"Out!" He shouts, pointing his stubby finger toward the door.
"Right on cue. We'll do this again tomorrow?" You chuckle along with your classmates and rise from your seat, swinging your bag over your shoulder while you step out into the hallway.
You sit beside Andre at lunch and stab a plastic fork into your salad, silent as usual when you're thinking.
Beck is nowhere to be seen and you're grateful because you probably would've stabbed the fork into his eye if he had shown his face.
Andre seems to the only one available for conversation considering Robbie hadn't shown up at school today and Cat was far too busy browsing for things on the Sky Store website.
"What'd you do this weekend?" Andre asks and you glance up, having gotten lost in your own thoughts once more.
"Tried not to murder Beckett." You respond with a sickeningly sweet smile and sigh when he raises an eyebrow in question.
"What'd he do this time?" he asks and you're pretty sure that he actually cares about your answer so you keep talking.
"Ditched me at some club he dragged me to for some blonde chick." You glare at your salad and attempt to distract yourself by shoving a forkful of it into your mouth.
"The hell? Are you for real?" he asks, his usual easy-going smile becoming replaced with a look of disapproval.
"Well, obviously you got home okay, but how'd you get back?" Andre asks you.
"This girl drove me home. She, uh… yeah. We're good friends." You mumble hesitantly.
"Oh, cool. What's her name?" He inquires and you drop your gaze once more.
"I'm not sure."
Frowning in confusion, Andre tilts his head at you in question. "Huh? I thought you were friends with her."
"I guess we are… I just don't know her name."
"And this is how this conversation ends." He chuckles and stands up to throw his empty container away.
"See ya Jade." He says and walks off.
Cat leans her head against your shoulder and sighs dramatically, turning her head up to look at you with her large chocolate brown eyes.
"What's wrong Cat?" You ask only because she expects you to.
"My brother ate my gold fish." She pouts, wrapping her arm around yours to get your attention.
"Jade, Tofu is gone! He ate him!" she cries, bottom lip trembling.
"Oh my god. Are you really about to cry over that stupid fish?" You ask, disgusted.
She whimpers against your shoulder and for a fleeting moment you think that you might've gone too far.
You never really want to upset Cat, but sometimes she needs to know that this is real life and everything isn't rainbows and sunshine.
"Cat." You say when she doesn't respond and you draw out her name as if her ignoring you was upsetting.
"Yes?" She whispers, voice cracking like it does whenever she's holding back tears.
You look down at the pouting girl and wrap you arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to your side.
This is how the both of yours conversation usually ends up. She subconsciously cuddles into your side, eyebrows drawn together, bottom lip jutting out this a little and her eyes big and shiny.
"I'll get you another fish." You promise, rubbing her arm comfortingly and she smiles a little, looking up at you.
"Really Jade?" she asks, her gaze so hopeful that you find yourself saying yes and then she's squealing and nuzzling her face against your shoulder.
She squeaks a little and your lips quirk up in amusement while you glance down at her.
Sometimes Cat isn't so bad.
When you get home that night, you don't quite know how you're going to find her again. Going to the club was out of the question since you had stupidly forgotten where it was or what it was called.
You grab your jeans from that night and search the pockets for your fake I.D, not wanting to get rid of it yet just in case you needed it to see her again.
Your fingers come upon a smooth piece of paper and you yank out the folded piece and read it over, breath catching.
She slipped you her number.
A/N: The next chapter will be Tori's normal life taking place at the same time as this chapter, after that I have a few ideas but I'd love to hear what you all would like to happen. :)
Thanks for reading, loves.
