Hey, back with the next chappie as I promised. Welcome newcomers! Thanx for the new reviews, favorites and follows! It really means alot!

But now that I look back at the Victorious fanfiction archive... It's dead.

Are people hardly even writing fanfiction anymore?

Or is it just not for this show now that it has been cancelled for like, what.. A year now?

Anywhoree, please enjoy this new chapter curtesy of Kumi-Chan! It's longer than usual.


Chapter 4: The Secret Date


Disclaimers: Once again, once again I do not own VicTORIous... It would still be going on if I did, trust me.


"So, I mean come on, Tori. Where's the bubble head that was passionate and funny at times, that the Breakfast Brunch knew?" Beck questioned, popping a piece of bagel in his mouth.

Tori shrugged her shoulders and pouted a bit. "I mean... That point in time where no one is there and you have your doubts..."

They both shared a small laugh before stopping to smile at each other.

Beck and Tori locked eyes.

"I'm sure you can still sing..." He whispered, breaking their silence.

Tori looked down, blushing slightly. "I mean... No... I..."

Beck touched her bottom lip and lightly kissed her, making her gasp.
"The song playing right now..." He trailed off.

Both listened to the song the cafe played from a loud speaker.

Your beat goes on and on

This way goes on and on,

On and on, babe.

Tori nodded along, kind of enjoying the song.

"Try singing it." Beck said, grinning.

The brunette immediately shook her head over and over.

"Come on... for me?" Beck pleaded, holding his hands together and puckering out his lips.

Tori's POV

Okay, Beck looked so adorable looking at me with puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip.

I gawked at his tan skin, mysterious brown eyes and neatly trimmed stubble. He looked so much hotter than the high school years. His hair has grown to shoulder length and he has even improved his style, wearing a graphic tee, ripped jeans and his combat boots.

However, he topped it off with a black blazer and fedora hat. He reminded me of Johnny Depp in a way.

I just smiled, thinking of the small kiss he gave me and how weird it was to have met up with him in a small coffee shop.

Nothing could ruin this morning for me.

But...

He wanted me to sing.

Sighing, I nod, opening my mouth to start.

Before I could even attempt, my eyes darted to the clock hanging above the window behind the booth we sat in.

9:49 am

Damn it! I was twenty minutes late for my test!

"Beck! I'm sorry, but I lost track of time and I'm going to be so late and screwed! Ugh!" I groaned, quickly getting up and gathering my trash.

He stood up, placing hands on her shoulders, stopping me. "Tori, Tori, calm down. It's okay, I can give you a ride. Don't stress." He coaxed, grabbing my hand and leading me out the door, towards his car.

I have to say I felt a bit relieved to know that he cared enough to give me a ride and also that I got out of singing again.

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The drive to my college was silent.

Neither one of us said a word to each other.

Beck focused on the road and I focused on my twiddling thumbs.

Why was I this nervous?

And also... Deep down, I knew this was wrong.

Okay, sure it has been a year since I talked and caught up with the old gang. Jade and I weren't exactly friends, but we in fact did have our moments. And she DID date Beck.

And she also IS in New York at the moment.

The distance is... very far. I don't have enough mental energy to calculate the distance in my head.

New York and California lie on two different sides of the United States...

So Beck kissing me was alright?
I bet it was just to get me to sing...

Wait... But what about Dav- no. He has his wife, Colleen. I bet he was just a bit horny and decided to take it out on me.

I was cut from my thoughts with Beck, tapping my shoulder, gently.

"What?" I asked, looking around, slightly confused.

He snickered, pointing out the window to my college.

"Oh.." I mumbled, half embarrassed, scratching the back of my head.
Beck laughed so hard, resting his head on the steering wheel.

As soon as he stopped, he let out a sigh.

"Uh, Beck.. ? Sorry but I have to go. I'm super late." I told him, giving him an apologetic look.

He nodded. "It's fine, Tori..."

I opened the door of his car, stepping out and shutting it.

"Tori, wait! Could we... hang out sometime? Like tomorrow or something?" He inquired, furrowing an eyebrow and flashing me a cute, crooked smile that made my heart melt.

I nodded, leaning my head back inside the car and doing something I wouldn't have had the guts to do to anyone else.

I gave him a kiss.

Not on the lips... But his cheek.

Okay, I guess since singing failed, it made me more of a passive person... The old Hollywood Arts Tori would just have went in for the kill, eating off his face or something.

But for now, that was just enough to give me the extra boost I need. And I'm not hallucinating, but I am pretty sure he was blushing... Madly.

We both waved goodbye to each other and I ran inside the empty corridors to the place I should consider my purgatory...

Farnsworth's classroom.

Tori knocked on the door, waiting for the young professor to open the door.

He peeked through the covering over the window on the door and frowned. However, he still opened it, not holding the door open for Tori as he usually did.

Shrugging it off, the brunette sat at a desk and placed her bag on a nearby chair.
She watched patiently as David, dresses in his usual attire, but wearing a white lab coat, picked up a textbook and started writing questions down on the white board.
He had not spoken a word to Tori and instead chose to ignore her.

The only sounds heard in the giant classroom was the sounds of the marker hitting the board that was being used to write different words, David's constant footsteps and Tori's increased breathing.

After what seemed like forever, the brunette finally spoke.
"Um, hello to you, too?"

The fair skinned man stopped writing for a split second, but continued at the fast pace he was before.

Huffing at how she got ignored, she rose up, walking over to him and stood by his side, watching him write.

He gave her a quick glance but continued his work, ignoring her presence.
"Mr. Farnsworth?" Tori called out, placing hands on her slightly curvy hips. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Sorry for being late... I, uh, woke up late this morning... But I'm ready to take my test."

At that moment, after finishing, David put his marker down and textbook, turning to the brunette and let out a sigh full of frustration.

"Oh really? Does Westside Bagels ring a bell to you?" He chided, anger laced in his tone.

Taking a moment to reflect, Tori's eyes widened in shock and she started to shake a bit. "O-Oh... Yeah, I stopped there for a quick bite to eat, nothing else."

Shaking his head and pacing, David pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know, Tori? It doesn't do you any good to lie. Don't be like all of those other girls out there!" He yelled, his face flushing red with anger.

"But, I'm not! And I am telling the truth, I went there, yes and ate there, yes. So what could you be angry about? And how did you kno-"

"If you had a boyfriend, that's all you had to say. You didn't have to lead me on."
"Lead you on?" Tori seethed. "You're the one who has a wife! You're the one whose leading me on and you know what I-"

With a fierce kiss, the brunette was shut up.

David wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her in closer. He broke the kiss, glaring at her and slamming a hand down on the granite lab table.

"Shit!" He cussed, holding his now red hand.

Tori, pouting a little slowly approached him, and grabbed his aching hand, rubbing it in a soothing way.

David locked eyes with her, and sighed. "You make me so frustrated, you know that? I should just fail you... But... you're lucky I like you..."

Tori snickered, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for making you angry..."

David pecked her on the lips. "Oh, yeah. That's funny." He sarcastically remarked, rolling his light blue eyes. He looked down at her, still stroking his hand and smiled.
The professor planted a small peck on her cheek, causing her to blush and hugged her. After that short peck, David smashed his lips onto hers, forcefully but passionately kissing Tori. Her eyes started to flutter until they shut, causing her long and thick eyelashes to brush up against his cheek.

"Who was that guy, anyways?" He said, against her lips.

Tori broke the kiss. "He's an old high school friend... Nothing more." She lied, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

Or was he?

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Trina Vega watched, slightly annoyed as her baby sister rummaged through her walk-in closet, throwing different articles of clothes that now collected into a pile, around.
"And just what are you doing other than annoying the chizz out of me and making a mess in the closet that I am sure you're going to clean up later on?" Trina inquired, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tori huffed and frantically retorts, "I'm looking for something to wear! I'm going out with-" Tori shut her mouth.

If she told her sister, then her life would be over.

Instead, the youngest Vega began rummaging through her racks of clothing, including dresses and different pairs of shorts.

Trina rolled her eyes, "Fine. I don't care anyways. I'm going to go get my beauty sleep."

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Ding dong!

The sound of the door bell startled Tori, causing her to slightly burn herself on the back of her neck with her hot curling iron. She mentally kicked herself before applying a bit of mascara and rushing to the door.

Please be the pizza boy with pizza that I hope Trina ordered...

Closing her head and thinking a little prayer, Tori opened the door just to reveal David Farnsworth, grinning smugly, hands in the pockets of his suit's pants.

Tori bit her lip at how handsome he looked.

"Oh... Tori..." He chimed, scratching his nose and looking down at her jean shorts and tank top. "I forgot to tell you how we were going... you know... out to eat... at a little fancy restaurant up the street..."

Tori waved him to come in, whispering, "Sorry... I just couldn't find what to wear and everyth-"

"I'll help you." He chirped, flashing that sly, slightly perverted smile and examining her apartment.

Tori sighed heavily, closing her eyes while leading him to her slightly large bedroom.
Farnsworth's eyes lit up in amazement at her simple, yet classy room.

The walls were painted light, lavender-purple and decorated with various pinks. A queen sized bed, dresser, large vanity mirror and night stand tables were placed in different parts of her room, filling in the large space, but making it a comfortable room to be in.

He eyed the piles of different articles of clothing, smiling to himself.

Farnsworth walked in the now-messy closet, automatically reaching forward to pull out a velvet-purple and silk, strapless mini-dress. He held it out for Tori to see and pointed to it, nodding his head in approval.

Even though by his great choice, Tori shook her head in disapproval; her curled, brunette hair following suit. "That's Trina's dress. She'll kill me if I even look at it. I couldn't."

Rolling his eyes, David flung the dress over his left shoulder and motioned for Tori to lift her arms up.

Reluctantly, she did so and blushed fervently when he lifted her tank top over her head, letting it fall to the floor and leaving her in a lace bra and her shorts.
David kissed her collar bone, right above her breast, and motioned to Tori to turn around.

As if she was under a spell, she complied, letting him roam his fingers down her back and around her hips, tracing her slender waistline.

Reaching his hand around her back, he unzipped the shorts and slid them down her tan, perfect legs.

"You're so slender." He commented, which came out as a husky murmur.
Tori could hear him unzipping the dress and she closed her eyes as he slid it over her head and let it fall down her body, aligning up correctly. It fit her perfectly, more better than it did to Trina's.

He slowly zipped it up, making sure to tease the heavily breathing teenage girl more than he already had.

"There. Perfect." He smirked, guiding Tori to the mirror that hung on the wall of her closet. He snaked his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind and leaning his head on her shoulder.

"You look beautiful." He murmured, planting a soft kiss on her lone shoulder.
Mumbling a thanks they headed out to a fancy restaurant.

It turned out to be the same exact restaurant Tori visited with her friends back in high school, when they came up with 'the great ping-pong scam' and also where she sung a duet with her old best friend, Andre.

It brought nostalgia to her, causing tears to well up in her eyes, but she did not allow them to fall.

After being seated at their table and ordering their food, the two sat in a chilling silence.

All that could be heard was the live entertainment for the night and constant chatter between people who were also attending the restaurant tonight.

David sighed in content and placed his napkin in his lap. "So, Ms. Vega. How do you like it here?"

Taking a sip of her water, Tori nodded in agreement. "I've been here before and the food is great. So I'm psyched to be eating out. But to my grades and important matters, when will Ms. Baker be getting here?"

A smile beamed on Farnsworth's face. "Oh, Tori. I thought you would have caught on that she won't be here. It was a little white lie I told to my wife so she wouldn't get suspicious. Plus, I'm not actually up for discussing your grades. I already gave you my deal, and you've sort of held up your end of the bargain..."

Furrowing her eyebrows in slight confused, the Vega shook her head. "Wait, so we're not here to discuss my grades?"

"How oblivious are you? I brought you here to get to know you better, Tori. I figure, why not woo the young lady who has piqued my interest with a fancy dinner and nice conversation?"

Looking at nothing but the polished and clean silverware, Tori remarks, "And what if someone see us here?"

"That's why I told the story of us coming to discuss your grades. You have nothing to worry about. Just focus on me and nothing else." He chimed, giving her a crooked smile.

"Okay, but... What is this deal that I have going on with you, that I mysteriously agreed to do?" She questioned, giving the waiter a thankful smile when he delivered their appetizers.

Farnsworth rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "Rule number one. No looking at other guys while I'm around. Matter of fact, how about no one but me? Rule number two, I'd like to know where you are at all times... Wouldn't want an incident like this morning. Rule num-"

"What are you? My father?" Tori laughs, taking a bite of an Italian breadstick. "You're telling me these rules but like, come on, Mr. Farnsworth. What am I getting myself into?"

David was silent before roaming his fingers through his light brown hair. "I told you, Ms. Vega. I want to be able to kiss you... And hold you... And do anything. So I supposed I could call us, starting to date...?"

Tori almost choked a bit on her bread. "Um, date? Dude, okay... Who knows why one earth I let you kiss me out in the open at college. Who knows why I let you almost seduce me in my own home and in my closet and who the hell knows why I let you even take me here?! You're a married man. What do you expect to happen between us?"

David leaned back in his chair, whistling for the waiter to come. "Please bring me a drink."

"Right away, sir." He answered, rushing to complete the order.

"Oh, what? Now you're going to get drunk?" The brunette exclaims, throwing her napkin on the table in a pissed-off fashion.

"What? I'm only trying to lighten the mood. You're taking everything so seriously, Tori. I just really like you, OK? And correction, you didn't let me do any of those things against your will. You actually enjoyed it. Probably more than I have." He winked a thanks at their server and took a sip of his liquor.

"Look," David leaned forward, licking his lips. "I'd like to get to know you more. Something about you just makes me feel a type of way. Unexplainable." - "I'm widely attracted to you. Plus, about my wife... Remember when I said it was a complicate marriage? I want out. And I want you. Simple enough to understand?"
The brunette leaned her elbows on the table and sighed. "I guess..."

At her answer, David smiled and pulled her face forward, giving her a big kiss on the lips. "Fantastic!"He beamed at the stunned and a little pissed girl. "I'm super glad you do. And by the way, like what are you?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" The blushing brunette questioned back.

"Your ethnics."

"Oh." She scratched the side of her head. "I'm part Latina and Caucasian..." - "Why do you ask?"

"Que Hermosa." David simply spoke, plastering a cheesy smile on his face.

"Thanks..." Tori mumbled.

Their food arrived and both started to eat.

"But remember... At the end of the day, you're still a college professor and my tutor." Tori said, in between chews.

"Ugh, don't remind me!"


Yay, I got it finished. Okay, this was a bit more spicy than the previous chappies. A little bit more contact with David and a couple of progress points with Beck.

How was this chapter? I hope you all liked it and I hope I can get some feedback. Thanks to those who so review, next chapter which my be up like, tomorrow , I think I will give answers to reviewers! So pleaseee review!

Next chapter, well the story really. Really . Really. Gets started I think you all will be so happy or pleased with what I have in mind.

As far as pairings in this story, I'll let you all see for yourselves. Tori's confused.

Thanks for Reading!

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