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"Jade what are you doing?" she asks confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I told you that we couldn't be together or anything," she explains.
"But we just… and you… wha-?"
She looks at me strangely. "I thought you knew that that was just a friend thing," she explained slowly as if to make sure every word sunk in.
Her words started to be drowned out by the music.
Well if this isn't bittersweet, I don't know what is. On one hand, I dirty danced with my crush who happens to be a major hot ass, but on the other hand she's leaving me high and not so dry.
"Friends?" I practically roar. "Friends!?"
"Friends," she states firmly.
My friends never do that, Jude pouted.
Why am I getting so worked up over this? I'll just use this to my advantage. I step closer to her and seductively run my fingers through her hair. She might have shivered, but I'm not sure.
"Well what if we were to be best friends for the night?" I murmur in her ear.
"That is a very tempting offer," she agrees, "but like I said before, there are so many reasons why we can't be an item."
"Oh really, name three good ones and I'll leave you alone for good," I challenge, "because I bet I could prove each and every one of those wrong."
"Well you're a student and I'm a teacher. That's definitely a scandal waiting to happen."
"True, but there's no scandal if it isn't illegal, in California there aren't any laws about student-teacher relations. Plus we're only three years apart. Also, I'm eighteen which means I'm totally legal and everything," I reason.
"Alright point taken, but I'm not even officially out yet."
"So? In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of a closet queen here myself. We don't have to go public or anything."
"Word around town is you're a bit of a player. Do I really want to date a player?"
"Do I really want to date a tease?" I counter.
"Are you referring to me? Because if you are then you are sadly mistaken, I always deliver," she whispers in my ear. Her hot breath on my sensitive skin is driving me insane.
"How about I take you up on that promise?" I ask, licking my lips.
"Again, another tempting offer," she says for the second time tonight.
"Good." I begin to pull her in closer to me, but she stops right before our lips meet. She is so close to giving in, I just need to work a little bit more of the West Charm and she'll be mine for the night.
"You never stop trying, do you?"
I pretend to think for a moment before responding, "Nope, 'fraid not."
She jerks up away from me and stares me down accusingly. "What the hell did you just say?" she seethes.
"I don't know… what… I'm sorry, what did I say" I stutter trying to backtrack. Why is she flipping out?
"You said 'afraid not'. Are you in on this with that sick perverted bastard?"
"Who…what are you talking about?" I ask, confused.
"Robbie. Robbie Shapiro."
"I know him. He's one my good friends. What about him? He's a just a nerd with a puppet.
"I never told you this," she began, "but now I remember, a few weeks ago I did come to La Fira. My "friend" dragged me here but ditched me as soon as we got here. Robbie was hanging out alone in a corner before he approached me. He seemed like a nice enough guy so I let him buy me a drink. Before I knew it the bastard slipped a roofie in my drink. I left as soon as I saw him do it because I was scared out of my mind that he would take me passed out or conscious."
Standing there stunned my mind races a mile a minute. Three main ideas run through my head: I'm going to kill Robbie… or at least beat the shit out of him, Is she pressing charges?, and lastly everything about her is starting to make sense now and come together.
"I swear the boy is dead," I mutter under my breath and then louder I ask, "Are you going to press charges?"
"Thought about it, but I don't think I will. The tabloids just died down about me a short while ago, plus he'd only walk away with a slap on the wrists. Do you think that really gonna nail a boy like him down I mean he owns a puppet for fuck sakes. I just stare at her, unsure of how to answer. "Exactly."
"Do you remember the exact date this all happened?"
"No, but I remember it was the first weekend school started."
I audibly gasp because my guess was right. This all happened the night Cat, Beck, Andre, Robbie and I went out. I knew something was strange when I talked to him.
I turned, and saw Robbie alone in a corner, sipping out of a cup. He looked like he had been standing there for a while, but his face was sweaty.
FLASHBACK
"Hey, Robbie!" I said, waving him over. "Did you see the brunette that was sitting in the booth over there?"
"Afraid not, Jade. What did she look like? I'll be on the lookout if you want."
"That's just the thing," I sighed. "I never saw her face."
End of FLASHBACK
It also explains why they both acted so weird in gym that day. If she was there that night sitting relatively closely to Robbie that could only mean one thing: Tori was the mystery brunette. The realization shocks me. I had found my mystery brunette and she happened to be my P.E. teacher. What are the odds?
"Earth to Jade," Tori says, waving her hand in front of my face.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Uh… Victoria Vega?"
"No. Well, yeah, but you're my mystery girl from the other side of the room and now I've found you!" I blurt excitedly. Tori looks at me as if I just spoke in an entirely different language. "I'm going to ignore that and pretend like you aren't insane. You sound like a cheesy love song or something," she chuckles. Blushing a bright red, I ask her to scratch out the last part.
"One thing that's still confusing me though."
"What?"
"Why did you start flipping out at me in the first place? Did I say something?"
"Yes, but not intentionally. Robbie kept saying 'I'm afraid not' all night. It was just peculiar when you said it and it sparked my memory. Sorry if I scared you."
"That is like his catchphrase or something."
By this time, she was sitting back on the couch facing me.
"So do I still have a chance to be with you?" I ask abruptly and bluntly. "and please don't give me a roundabout answer because I want the truth."
"I…I don't know. I have a lot to think about now."
"When can I have my answer?"
She thinks for a while. "Monday."
"You aren't blowing me off now, are you?"
"Of course not I just need time to process all of this," she says turning away from me.
"Tori," I say seriously to get her attention. "Before you make your decision, can I tell you something?" I don't wait for her response.
"I know you might have heard a lot of stuff about me but half of that are only rumors, thirty percent lies and the rest… well the rest is actually true." She chuckles.
"I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I want you to get to know the real me, not the stud/player I'm perceived to be. Do you get what I'm saying?"
"Definitely."
I nod my head, unsure of what to do next. "So then do you want to club some more?" I ask hesitantly.
"Of course!"
We had a few more shots during the course of the night but managed to make it home in one piece. I stumbled up Tori's front door trying to help her inside.
"Jade, I think we had too much to drink," she giggles in a drunken manner.
"Nonsense I'm okay to drive, I swear. We already made it this far," I slur slightly.
"No. No, I don't think so."
"Well how am I supposed to get home?"
"Don't, you can stay here tonight."
"I don't know. I don't want to intrude or anything."
"Intrude? Of course not. I'll make you a bed on the couch."
Hesitantly, I agree although I'm not sure that being with Tori when there's so much sexual tension in the air is a good idea, especially when we're drunk. Wait a second. When has something not being a good idea ever stopped me?
Never?
Yeah, that's what I thought. In fact, I think something inside of me urges me to do the worst possible thing every chance it gets.
That would be me, Jude smirks, although, you practically do my job for me.
Oh yeah.
And I'm your conscience! Don't forget about me! Marty piped up.
"Alright. So do you want to watch TV or pop in a DVD or something while I do this? They're over there," she says, pointing to the cabinet under the TV. By this time we're practically sober… well, at least we can form coherent sentences and the room isn't spinning.
"I'll be right back with the sheets," she says, turning to run up the stairs.
When she reappeared a pile of pillows and blankets that she was carrying hid the top half of her body. This reminds me of the first day of gym when I met her. She drops her load on the couch and it lands with a dull thump. We work together until the makeshift bed is complete.
"Whew. I'm so tired. I'm going to head up, but I'll see you in the morning," she yawns.
"Yeah, I'm going to sleep now, too. Goodnight."
I settle into the comfortable couch and wait for deep sleep to wash over me, but it doesn't come. I'm too concentrated on my feet. Tori only gave me a light sheet, but it is unusually cold in the room. I need a blanket because I know I won't be able to sleep until I'm warm. Creeping up the stairs, I search for Tori's room. Finally, I reach the last door to the left, which is slightly ajar. Before I knock, something stops my hand halfway to the door: a moan. Since my curiosity is piqued, I take a quick peek through the small crack in the door. Even though her room is dimly lit, I can definitely see what's going on. Tori's covers are tented and there are vigorous movements under the sheets. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is ragged. Every so often, a small moan escapes her lips.
Holy shit…
Jade! Stop looking! Marty chides. And I do, for fear of my brain imploding. I stealthily backtrack to the end of the hallway. When I start to walk back to her room, I make a point of making a lot of noise to warn her of my approach.
Clearing my throat loudly, I knock three times on the door.
The door slowly opens the rest of the way and a flushed Tori appears. Her eyes are darker than normal and her nipples are hard. Her hand is also inconspicuously hidden, confirming what I had just witnessed. "Can I have an extra blanket?" I ask meekly. My ears burn red. Hopefully she doesn't notice and put two and two together.
"Sure." Her voice is husky and gives away her previous actions. She leads me to a small closet in the middle of the hall and opens it with one hand.
"Any one?" I ask.
She nods her head in response.
I quickly grab the first blanket my hand lands on and shuffle down the stairs hurriedly muttering a 'thanks'. Now I'll never get to sleep.
The next morning, I wake up to a mild hangover and the smell of breakfast. When I walk into the kitchen, Tori is already over a skillet frying bacon.
"Hangover?" she asks simply.
Sticking my hand out parallel to the floor, I tilt it from side to side, giving her the 'sort of' sign. "You know breakfast and a glass of tomato juice will do the trick," she says, fully awake. I rub the sleep from my eyes and yawn. "Are you always up this early so…" I search for the word, "enthusiastically? energized?"
"No. Actually, I usually sleep in until noon or later, so I don't know why today is any different. I guess I'm just in a good mood today," she shrugs.
Getting acquainted with one's hand is said to have euphoric effects on the body and mind, Jude chuckled.
"You like eggs, don't you?"
Sure, in fact I'll eat anything you want me to," I imply suggestively with a wink.
She ignores my comment.
"One piping hot plate of breakfast Vega style coming right up," she says, walking over to give me my plate.I look at the plate and the contents look delectable. "Wow. No offense, but I didn't know single people could cook like this," I exclaim after taking a few bites of food. "It's a Vega hangover special guaranteed to work," she states, taking a bite out of her biscuit. she explains. We finish our Sunday breakfast and I thank her for the lovely meal, Afterwards, I sit there not knowing what to do.
"Were you planning on staying here today?"
"No, you have a decision to make, remember? I don't want to bother you during your thought process. Thanks for letting me crash here, though."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow then."
"Thanks for breakfast," I call over my shoulder as I exit her loft. Walking into the parking lot of the complex, I open my car and grip the steering wheel. I take a deep breath and sigh contentedly before putting the key in the ignition. Her scent permeates the air in the car and I relax the a bit.
The things this woman does to me.
When I arrive at my house, I brace myself for the worst. The little retreat/vacation I've had has been nice, but now I'm sure it's all going to blow up in face. I fumble with my key because my hands are shaking so much. Finally, the key slips into place. Before I can even fully step through the threshold, my mom is down my throat.
"Where have you been?" she practically yells.
"Out," I say, brushing past to her to escape to the sanctuary of my room.
"What kind of answer is that? You've been gone since Thursday for no reason and 'out' is all the explanation I get?"
Truthfully, I didn't think she'd notice.
"You're lucky I didn't report you as a runaway. They could have arrested you. But I didn't do that, did I? See how good I am to you?"
I was halfway up the stairs when I turned around midstep.
"No reason?" I ask quizzically. "How about after not being here for months on end you finally decide to show up to you end up slapping me? How's that for a reason?" She looks at me icily, daring me to continue.
I turn to walk up the stairs, but turn back around again. "And by the way, the cops couldn't have taken me. I'm eighteen, which means that I'm an adult. You don't have any control over me," I spit.
"Oh yeah miss adult? You're a big girl now? Then go get yourself a big girl job and a big girl house. But wait, you need big girl money for that, don't you? Too bad you don't have any. Too bad you don't have any. But you want control though? Go control some bills at your own damn house. If you want to be an adult, you have to have adult responsibilities."
She pushes past me and flings my door open. Bending over, she yanks open my dresser drawers and starts to throw my clothes out into the hall.
"What the hell are you doing to my room?" I yell.
"Since you're an "adult" now, you don't need mom and dad. You're independent, remember?"
I couldn't believe my ears. I refused to believe them.
"No…no wait mom I didn't mean it like that," I plead. "Stop."
She continues to throw items out of my room into the hallway, ignoring my protests.
"…So you can just take all your stuff," she continues, "and get the hell out of my house."
I look at her disbelievingly. I know my mom is a cold-hearted bitch, but I never thought she would stoop as low as to kick her own daughter out over a petty argument.
"Why are you doing this? Where am I supposed to go?" I practically whine. "The streets?"
She finally finishes her task then turns to me. "I don't know. You don't have to live on the streets, but you sure as hell have to get out of here." Her voice is saturated with venom.
"Maybe you can live 'out'. I heard that's a good place," she mocks.
Hoped you all liked it...eventually this story will change to a 'M' rating but as of now i'm keeping it on 'T' simply because it's going to be away before anything of 'M' rated status happens. The next few weeks i'll try to post regularly since I will be out of town...so in advance HAPPY HOLIDAYS