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The Bet
Chapter 10 – Danger is my middle name!
I refer to some old songs in this one, but it's all in good fun.
Tori's POV
You would think one girl hauling a passed out girl in a wheelbarrow from a party would attract attention; it didn't. I just rolled Jade up the path, across the patio, around the house and too her car and no one even seemed to notice. Jade just snored the whole way.
As I rolled her up to the car, I briefly thought of giving her some payback for the coffee incident by making her ride in the trunk. But stupid me, had to fall for her and it just wouldn't seem right. So I dumped her in the back seat. Besides, she's probably already got a body in the trunk anyway.
So I rolled the wheelbarrow up to Jade's 2012 Honda civic and dumped her in the back seat. She had just gotten the car late last year and was very protective of it. After returning the wheelbarrow to the greenhouse I returned to the car and got in the drivers seat.
"I seem to recall you don't like anyone driving your car. Beck told me that you dated him a year before you let him drive your old car. I don't even think he's driven this one. Guess what princess." Jade would hate being called princess, "I'm gonna drive your precious car. What do you think of that Jade?. "I said with a smirk, as I started the car.
Sitting there I felt this surge of adrenaline, combined with a sense of triumph. I rescued the fair maiden drove off the pack of rich assholes and you know what, it felt good. At first I was scared because I nearly took Morgan, head off. Granted taking her head off would probably be an improvement, but not a real good idea. But now the fear has faded away and I feel great.
I threw the car in gear and burned rubber down the street. Another thing I'm fairly certain Jade would hate. I like her but, it feels great to get a little payback by doing some things that I know Jade would despise. Her car handled well and was pretty fast. It seemed a shame to just go home, after all it was a beautiful night. I had the windows down letting brisk evening air fill the car.
I called out to my unconscious companion. "Hey Jade, do you want to go for a ride? How about we take the scenic route? Of course if you were awake you'd say No, but you're not and you owe big time so let's drive down to the beach and back."
As I turned down the corner in the direction of the beach I suddenly realized. "Oh my god, we need some tunes."
It was then I could hear Jades voice roll through my head.
"Vega, touch my radio and you're dead"
She had said that, each of the 3 times I had ridden in her car. Though Beck was allowed to drive the car he was still not allowed to touch the radio. Jade was weird about that. It felt so fun to defy Jade.
I flipped it on and grinned. "Hey Jade, I'm fucking with the radio." Immediately some alternative/Goth station came on. I couldn't help but frown.
"Sorry guys, I need something more fun." I said, turning the station.
I flipped the stations until I heard the familiar notes of an old but fun song. One guaranteed to piss jade off to no end. "Holy chiz, this is perfect."
I cranked the volume and the song filled the car.
Her name was Lola
She was a showgirl,
With yellow feathers in her hair
And a dress cut just down to there
"That's right Jade, I'm playing Barry Manilow on the stereo in your precious car." I shouted. It was totally absurd but really funny at the same time. But I was enjoying the moment.
"Come on Jade, Sing with me." I said as I sang along to Copacabana. As the song ended I couldn't help but ask my unconscious companion. "Who do you actually think got shot in that song? He never actually say's. It's one of those great music mysteries. Kind of like the song, "Ode to Billy Joe" by Bobbie Gentry. Why in the heck did he jump off that bridge anyway?"
Jade's only reply, sounded like a snort of some kind.
"God dam it, we need answers." I said with mock seriousness.
I had found some station that was playing lots of 70's disco type music. It was their Saturday night disco party. Something Jade wouldn't be caught dead listening too. Actually I think she despised disco music. But she looked kind of dead so it thought, what they hey. It's all in good fun, right? My mom and I used to listen to this when I was a kid.
So with a passed out girl in the car I cruised down to the beach. While there I grabbed a shake, cheeseburger and fries at the Inside-Out Burger drive through. Another thing Jade was very clear about was food.
"Over my dead body, will you ever eat anything in my car. There will be no food in my car." That was said to me each time I was in her car also. As I drove up to the drive through window, the girl there saw Jade in the back seat and gave me a funny look.
"Hey is that Jade West passed out in your back seat." She asked.
I suddenly recognized her. "Hey you're in my english class. Becky right?"
She nodded. "You're Tori Vega, aren't you?
I smiled. "Yeah and to answer your question, yes that's Jade."
She tilted her head and stuck her tongue out at Jade. Obviously another one of Jade's many "Fans." I ignored the insult, figuring Jade probably deserved that one. "She looks dead!" Becky said rather bluntly.
I couldn't help but laugh. "You can poke her with a stick to see if you like, but sadly she's still alive, so doing that might not be the best of ideas."
Becky laughed. "Isn't carting her around in the back of your car not the best of idea's either?"
I nodded and handed her the money, "It would be and considering this is her car, it's an even worse one. I even touched the radio."
Beck just shook her head and handed me my food. "You certainly like to live dangerously."
A smirk came to my lips. "Danger is my middle name!" I said as I peeled out of the parking lot, to the sound of "Get Down tonight" By K.C. and the Sunshine Band.
So we headed back towards Jade home, listening to up-tempo disco music all the way. Jade just snored in the back seat, not complaining once. It was just so fun defying all of Jade's rules, I just couldn't help myself.
As we neared Jade's house I heard one of my favorite old tunes, considering it was a Saturday night it was perfect. It was Saturday Night by the Bay City rollers, a number one hit from that long ago year 1975.
SATURDAY night!
SATURDAY night!
SATURDAY night!
SATURDAY night!
Gonna keep on dancin' to the
rock and roll
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Dancin' to the rhythm in our
heart and soul
On Saturday Night, Saturday night
IIIII just can't wait,
IIII got a date
I couldn't help but dance as I drove. In fact while I was at a stoplight a deserted street I put the car in park, hopped out and danced like fool in the street to the ode to Saturday night. I was being a total goof but it felt great. As I danced in front of the car I could just picture Jade yelling at me to stop dancing in the street and get back in the car. But suddenly a set of headlights appeared several blocks behind me, so I quickly hopped in the car and drove off.
Soon enough I was pulling up in Jades' driveway to the sound of Macho Man, by the Village people. I did remember to put Jade's radio back to her precious Goth station.
"Well Jade, you're home. Let's get you in bed." I said as I looked up at the unlit home. First I ran and unlocked the front door. Then I grabbed Jade and put her on my back in a fireman's carry. God's she's heavy.
I had been to her house once before for a project, so thankfully I knew where her bedroom was. It was in the basement. I'd hate to have to find it in the dark in the middle of the night. So I managed to bring her in the house and dumped her on her bed. I quickly then ran back to the car, grabbed my food trash and Jade's purse and went back inside. The food trash I put in the kitchen garbage.
As I reentered her room, I half thought that maybe I could still win the bet. It was dumb idea and cheating, but I was getting a bit tired so my thinking may have not been all there. Jade won't remember anything. If I put her in bed, perhaps she'll think she just came home herself. In any case, it may give me a chance to think of what to do. She'll probably find out anyway but it's worth a shot. I'll deal with Morgan and her buddies later, I have all the goods on them I need.
Cat told me that Jade from the times she slept over slept in boy shorts and a t shirt. Sure enough there was a set of those on her dresser It felt a bit strange and a little thrilling to undress Jade but I just kept my mind on my work. Now wasn't the time to feel her up, it just wouldn't be right. So I quickly got her in her sleeping clothes, used a washcloth from the bathroom to wash off her makeup and put Jade into bed. To cover my presence, I threw her clothes in the laundry basket, put her boots neatly in her closet and hug her leather jacket up in the closet too.
After I got Jade in bed, I sat down in a chair and watched her for a brief time.
"I know you can't hear me, but I like you. I mean I really like you. I'm not sure about other women but I want to date you. You're beautiful, talented, dangerous, mysterious and I just can't stop thinking about you. I know I have a snowball's chance in hell but I can dream can't I. At least I get this chance to get this all off my chest." I said to the sleeping Jade.
The sound of her breathing was the only response I got.
Before I left, I couldn't resist to do a bit of snooping. I looked through her desk. It was filled with stories, journals, and partially written scripts. But in her closet I found a small box, the word memories, was written on the side.
I was hesitant to open it but, maybe just maybe it might give me some insight.
"Awww…to heck with it." I said as I opened the box.
Inside of the box were photographs, souvenirs and keepsakes. I knew Jade had known Cat since 2nd grade I think, so a lot of the things related to Cat. There were a few pictures of Beck and stuff related to him. At the bottom of the box there was a larger photo, it was in a simple frame and I couldn't believe it was there. It was a picture of her and me together for our play where she played my wife.
I was totally floored. Not only did she have the picture, but she actually put it in a little metal frame. All this time I thought I really meant nothing to her. I may have been wrong. Suddenly feeling very guilty, I shut the box and placed it back where I found it. I didn't feel like snooping anymore.
I suddenly felt like and intruder and realized I needed to go. So I pulled out my phone and called a cab. I was told one would be there in 10 minutes. In a minute, I would leave and wait for it outside.
Before I left the room I took a moment to look at the sleeping Jade. Could her and I ever be together? I had no idea. The picture did give me a bit of hope, but only a tiny bit.
"Goodnight Jade." I said with a sigh as I turned off the lights and left.
No one's POV
The room was now quiet and dark, the only sound being the soft rhythmic breathing of the sleeping Jade West. Tori had left the room as she had found it, with one exception.
Sitting on the floor next to the bed was a small gold heart. When Tori had put Jade in bed, the Goth unconsciously and accidentally pulled the charm free from Tori's charm bracelet. As Tori rode in cab home, confident her presence would not be noticed; she failed to realize one of the charms was missing from the charm bracelet she had worn tonight. Had she noticed she would have been very upset, as it was her favorite one. It had been custom engraved and was a gift for her last birthday from her parents.
The engraving read "Make it shine"
Lyrics for Saturday Night by the Bay City Rollers and Copacobana by Barry Manilow were used without permission.
This is a bit of a filler chapter, but a fun one. Tori enjoyed herself doing things she knows would piss off Jade.
I am so glad everyone like the previous chapter. I would like to thank all those that reviewed.