Her lips are soft and warm and inviting and it's like nothing I've ever felt before, as insanely cliché as that sounds. The kissing continues on and off for a while longer until we're both panting and out of breath. We pull apart and she rests her forehead on mine softly.
"We should go back to your place," I say, half-jokingly. She laughs softly and nods her head.
"Yeah, I better get home before my parents do," she says as she stands up from my lap. I don't think she quite understood the hidden meaning behind my suggestion. I repress the urge to roll my eyes and instead stand up with her and walk her home slowly, neither of us in too much of a hurry to get there. I catch her peeking at me from time to time and laugh, causing her to blush and look down at her feet. I think it's adorable as hell, but in the back of my mind a small voice reminds me not to get used to it.
When we do arrive back at her house, I walk her to the door and push her against it roughly. She gasps and her arms wrap around my neck in anticipation. I lean in and lightly brush my lips against hers, making her whimper softly. I smirk at the sound and start to apply more pressure to her lips when she slowly starts to pull away, almost making me whimper. She smirks at me and throws a playful smile my way. When did the roles reverse? I ask myself when I realize she's teasing me.
"It's getting late," she says, "I better get inside." Just as she's about to turn around to open the door, I grab her waist to pull our hips together tightly; giving the most pleasant friction I've ever felt.
"Don't you mean we should get inside?" I growl lightly. She smiles and shakes her head before leaning in to kiss me tenderly. "Not tonight," she whispers against my lips.
"Okay," I sigh, "But I'm taking you out tomorrow night." I pull out of her embrace and she nods while biting her lip.
"Goodnight, Jade," she says softly as I walk to my car. "Goodnight, Vega," I say without turning around.
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I groan as I hear my vibrating somewhere in the mess of blankets I call my bed. I sit up and feel around until I finally find it. I hit the green answer button without checking the caller I.D. and groggily say "Hello?"
"Hey, Rex wanted me to ask how it went go last night?" an annoyingly familiar voice says. I throw myself back on the bed and groan again.
"Robbie, it's like ten in the morning on a Saturday and you woke me up because of your stupid puppet?" I ask harshly. Hey, I'm not really a morning person; who is?
"Sorry," he says weakly, "It's just Rex—"
"Forget it," I say, cutting him off, "It went fine, but nothing's happened yet. I still have six days left, counting today, so tell Rex he's asking way too early. And I don't just mean too early in the morning," I hit the end button on my phone and toss it somewhere on the carpeted floor.
I lie awake on my bed, cursing Robbie for waking me up because now I can't fall back asleep. I decide to get up and make myself coffee, knowing mom probably didn't leave any for me. We're both huge caffeine addicts. I head downstairs to the kitchen where I find her standing at the island with a cup in her hand and an empty pot in front of her, just as predicted.
"Morning," I mumble as I start preparing my own pot of coffee.
"Good morning," she smiles mischievously, "So, you got in pretty late last night, didn't you?" I roll my eyes and sigh.
"Yes, mother, I did." I keep my eyes down on the boiling water as I feel my cheeks heat up slightly.
"Were you with Beck, by any chance?" she asks, feigning indifference. This catches me somewhat by surprise; I hadn't thought of Beck in that way at all since before the breakup. Honestly, all feelings for him had long been diminished.
"No, I was with a girl last night," I answer honestly. She's already known I'm bisexual and so I know I have nothing to hide from her. Well, expect for the fact that the whole reason I'm going out with said girl is to win a bet.
"Oh," she hums, "Who's the lucky lady?"
I bite the inside of my cheek and hesitate a moment. "Tori Vega," I admit, taking a sip of my coffee to hide my rising blush.
"Oh, well, she's darling!" my mother exclaims, making me put my cup down as I stare at her in confusion. "How do you know who she is?" I ask.
"She was the one you did that play with, right? The one about the astronaut and his wife?" she reminds me and I internally groan. Figures the one play my mom has seen me in was the one with Vega in it, too.
"Yeah, that was her," I sigh.
Mom smiles at me, an eyebrow raised in understanding. "Okay, I get it; you don't want to talk about your love life with me. Well, I gotta work today, so have fun with Tori," she says, taking one last drink out of her cup before walking away. I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath. This whole thing should be interesting.
…
'Be ready in an hour,' I text Vega around seven o'clock. I'm already starting to get dressed myself, wanting to look good for our second—or technically third – date. Tonight's outfit consists of a short skirt and somewhat low cut shirt. I usually might have worn something a bit classier, but I am trying to seduce the girl. I shower, shave, and apply my make-up perfectly, if I do say so myself.
At eight-fifteen I'm standing in front of the Vega household with three white roses in hand, knocking nervously. She opens the door not a second later and smiles widely as her eyes land on the flowers.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, I stopped to get you these," I say, the nerves in full force. I'm really not sure why I got her these, but I saw the flower place as I was driving along and thought she'd like them. I only did it to score me extra points, that's it, I tell myself.
"Wow, thank you, Jade, I love them," I gently hand them to her and she runs the petals along her nose, inhaling their sweet scent.
"Yeah, um, the lady said that white stands for purity and innocence and so I thought of you. And I figured three roses for our third date would be kind of cute, or is it too cheesy?" I realize I'm rambling and quickly shut up, looking down at the floor. I'm Jade West, since when do I get nervous? I ask myself in wonder. I hear her giggle and look back up to see she's watching me with adoring eyes.
"You're cute when you're nervous," she says and before I can respond she speedily adds, "Let me just put these in water and then we'll go." She disappears for a moment and I can hear the water from the sink running inside before she returns flowerless, the smile still well in place. We get in my car and I drive us to a small Italian restaurant not far from her house; it's not too fancy, but it's a hell of a lot better than other stupid places like Nozu. I park the car right out front and smile sweetly at Vega before getting out. She follows suit and laces her fingers through mine as we enter the not-so-busy restaurant.
"Table for two," I say to the host, a young boy who looks to be around eighteen or nineteen. He looks up from his seating chart and his eyes immediately to go to Vega, scanning over her body in a completely obvious manner. I frown as the jealousy bubbles up inside me and I feel Vega grip my hand tighter as she moves to stand behind me.
"Right this way, ladies," he says with a wink as he leads us to our table. He glances back at us and I put my arm around Vega's waist to show him she's mine. Easy there, I remind myself, this is only a fake date. I sigh quietly as we sit down and he hands us our menus before walking away with a smug grin that I just want to smack off.
"This is a nice place," Vega says, breaking me from my thoughts. I smile softly at her and nod. "I'm glad you like it." We go into conversation about our days as we eat and when she asks about my mother, I tell her all about my family and home life. She listens intently and I don't think I've ever talked so much in my life. It's different, having someone show so much care. I mean, sure Beck cared, but whenever I tried to talk to him about things at home, he would take it as me complaining and we would always end up fighting. I'm just about to ask Vega about her situation at home when I'm interrupted by the perverted waiter.
"How are we doing over here?" he asks, wiping his hands on his apron as he sends a wink Vega's way. She looks away awkwardly and I start to get angry.
"We're good," I snap, forcing his attention to me. He glares at me and I give a menacing look right back. We're staring each other down so intensely that I don't realize when Vega starts leaning over the table until our lips are inches apart. "You're also cute when you're jealous," she whispers before molding our lips together perfectly, tracing the outline of my lips with her tongue. It only lasts a couple seconds, maybe seven at most (not that I was counting or anything), before she pulls away with a smirk and sits back down in her seat. We both look up at the waiter and see his face red hot with anger and jealousy and I can't help wondering if that was what I looked like a few moments ago. He fakes a smile and practically stomps away back to the kitchen. Vega and I look at each other for a second before throwing our heads back in laughter.
"For the record, Tori," I say once our laughter has died down, "I'm not cute." She smiles widely and claps her hands in front of her mouth, as if to try and hide the grin from me. "What?" I ask in confusion.
"You called me Tori," she squeaks in happiness.
I roll my eyes and pick up my fork to start eating again. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it," I mumble, but her smile doesn't falter in the slightest. I can practically feel the happiness radiating off of her and all I can do is sit and wonder how someone can possibly make so much out of something so little.