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Author's Note: Hey, I'm back! Didn't expect to see me so soon, did you? Well, I have chapter 7 of this story. I really appreciate all the reviews, especially ScottybGood for his insight and ongoing interest. Also, BubJadeW (sorry if I spelled your name wrong) for her corrections. I am really grateful for everyone's support, not to mention my best friend, who always reads the new chapters. Thank you so much. Also, when I upload new chapters, they don't always show up first in the browse tab for the Victorious category, so if you want to read this story, you might have to follow it or look for it a little. Shut up, the crowd yells from the seats of the stadium as the author drones on and on and on. Okay, okay! Don't throw tomatoes or anything. Damn! Just kidding. Okay, last we left Hollywood Arts, Tori and Jade had just figured out what to do for their scene. Okay, it's Friday and they're up next. Here we go!
Tori's P.O.V.:
"Next up, Tori and Jade," Sikowitz called out. My throat tightened with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I couldn't believe it was our turn. Jade and I had rehearsed the scene a few times since we first came up with the idea. She was brilliant. In about twenty minutes she already had a rough draft and by fifty minutes we had our script.
I began tapping my way to the front of the room, wincing as I hit desks and chairs with both my cane and my hip. I felt my arm being grabbed and turned my head. My nose caught the scent of chocolate mixed with coffee and mint. It was Jade. "Come on, Vega. Don't trip over yourself, now."
Her words may have sounded harsh, but I thought I detected a note of concern in her voice. When you're blind, you have to listen for the person's tone since you can't see their facial expression.
With Jade's help, I moved up to stand where I assumed the front of the room was. The class applauded politely and I even heard Andre yell, "You got this, girl!" I took a deep breath. Be the character, Tori, I told myself.
I climbed up onto the slightly raised stage, using my cane to see how high it was like I'd learned in mobility class. Jade spun me around to face the audience.
And without warning she began with our scene.
"Hello," she said. I blinked, confused. "No English," I responded, my voice heavily accented. Jade looked slightly surprised. "You're very pretty," she tried, her voice becoming softer. My character blinked again.
Jade held out her arms. I went willingly, still confused. I knew she had her arms out because we had practiced and I had remembered what came next. Her embrace, I couldn't help noticing, was strong and soft all at once. "Let me take you somewhere. We can look at the stars."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean," I said in Spanish. Jade was silent for a moment, then her character's face must have gotten that look of realization sighted people are always talking about.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. Then, switching to Spanish: "I didn't know you were a Spanish speaker. I assumed you were from a different country, that's why I didn't try to talk to you in your language." Her character's tone was supposed to be nervous and Jade pulled it off perfectly. I smiled.
"You're very beautiful," I said, softening my voice as I did the equivalent of staring into Jade's eyes.
"What's your name?" Jade's character asked me.
"Why should I tell you?" was the response.
Jade laughed, and I couldn't help noticing that she had a beautiful laugh, rich and throaty and deep. I realized something: I didn't have to act very much in a love scene with Jade West.
"Because it is common courtesy," was Jade's answer. I smiled coyly, at least I hoped.
"Lorrena. Lorrena Maria Valdez."
Jade laughed. "Well, Lorrena Maria Valdez," she said, still chuckling, "would you believe me if I said I just might have a date with a pretty girl?" I smiled. "Then, I am sorry if I have robbed you of your time to prepare." Jade smiled, according to the script. "Y."
"What?" I asked. "You're the pretty girl." I smiled. "All right." I took a deep breath and leaned forward, capturing Jade's lips. Holy mother-fucking shit, her lips were soft and warm and...
I pulled away. That was it. Five seconds. It was a stage kiss. It was over. I sighed as the class applauded. For some reason, kissing Jade had stirred something in me, something that had been dormant for a very long. Something unexpected had happened. Call me cliché for saying this, but I'd kissed a girl and I'd liked it. She'd tasted like coffee and mint and chocolate and vanilla and Jade and...
Now all I could think of was her name. Jade, Jade...
This is what they must mean, I thought. When they say you're swept off your feet by a kiss, but isn't it usually a guy? Well, this is the twenty-first century. Maybe I'm one of those who likes the same sex. But then, Jade was taken, even if I liked her that way. No, no, the best thing to do was ignore these feelings or sort through them and even if I liked her, ignore it because she was taken. These thoughts flittered through my mind like butterflies as I went through my day.
Author's Note: Ooooooooooh! Next time, Jade's point of view on all this, and some more. So, Tori's got the hots for the enigmatic Jade West. Tell me what you think in the reviews. Till next time...
