A/N: I'm probably never going to make a deal with you guys again because wow, you reached the goal within a day, anyways so here's the chapter I promised. A bit about Jade's feelings so we can get to the stuff I know you are all awaiting for. But anyways, hope you enjoy

Today's been a long day. I kinda wish I was sick like my dad so I wouldn't have to be here. Whatever at least I only have one more period to endure before I get to go home.

Right now I'm leisurely making my way to Mr. Jenkin's class, Cat walks beside me while talking about something or another, I don't really know, my minds' kinda been wandering lately.

When the bell rings I watch as she grins and skips her way inside, humming a tune that I never even heard before but it sounds good. I keep my eyes on her until she sits down before looking around the room, trying to seem casual as my eyes finally land on what they were craving for. I don't get a wave, not even a smile. She just glances at me before moving her attention back down to the papers in front of her.

Damn it.

I hate the stupid feeling that fills me up, I don't even have anything to compare it to, so I don't really know how to describe it. I just know I don't like it. My feet drag across the floor as I slowly trudge over to our table. I then lazily toss my bag on top of the table, accidentally making Miss Vega tense up at the sudden movement. A small huff is heard below me making me smile a bit, well at least I got some reaction from her.

"Jade, oh Jade." I look over at Mr. Jenkins and then glance down at the stack of paper he puts in front of me. "Make me some copies please. 30 copies of this worksheet, and then 150 for the blue ones." I nod slowly, the directions are simple enough but I don't know how to make copies...

"Ok, sure but I don't really know how to make copies."

"Oh of course, of course." His gaze moves down to Vega, and he politely gets her attention, "Miss Vega, can you assist Jade and show her the ropes in how to make copies?"

Show me the ropes? Man this guy really is old, but he's nice. Miss Vega doesn't hesitate to give him a smile back either. Oh so she can smile at him but not at me? Jerk...I miss my Tori smiles.

"Sure thing." She grabs the stack as Mr. Jenkins says his thanks and walks off to the front of his class. She moves her attention to me but as soon as our gazes lock she quickly moves her gaze. Aw come on, seriously you're going to take your beautiful eyes away from me too?

I sulk behind her as she leads me down the hall and to wherever the hell the copying machine is. At least she can't cover her ass from me, I muse quietly, loving the way how her skirt is hugging her curves just right. Now that would be a damn crime. I wonder if she knows that she has a nice ass, cuz I alwa-

Bam

"Fucking shit." I look around quickly and see the heavy door closed on its own behind us. God, why am I getting all jumpy today? This is like the third time this happened.

"Jade! Language!" I look back at Vega and am met with a disapproving look on her face.

"This isn't your classroom Vega, I can curse if I want to." I reply back smoothly, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Oh, you mean the classroom you were supposed to come to during lunch?" She snaps back. Ohhh right...my smile slowly slides off as I realize that would give her a legit reason to be mad at me...well another reason actually. "Ok, it's...whatever..." She sighs out, "lets just teach you how to make copies, ok?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, keeping my mouth shut while giving her a nod. She goes over the instructions and I nod here and there showing that I'm paying attention. And I really am, I don't want to make her angrier or I guess more upset with me...? My eyes gravitate back over to her, watching how her hands move expressively, her tone changing back to her "teacher tone." I noticed that before too, when teaching or even now, when she's explaining something, she has a certain way she describes. Hands is the number one thing she uses, next comes her voice. She talks clearly, firmly, and most of all nicely. If I could make love to a voice, I would defiantly make love to hers.

"Got that?"

I have to actually move my eyes back up to her eyes. I guess somewhere along my inner musing they had drifted down to her lips. I nod in response before quickly turning toward the copy machine. I can already feel a small blush coming up to my cheeks, I really hope she didn't notice me staring again. I mean I didn't even mean too, it just kinda happened.

I let out a sigh, and shake my head slightly. Whatever, it's not like dwelling on it is going to make a difference. Instead I move my focus to the task at hand and perform her instructions perfectly. It isn't till I get to the code part that I need her help.

"Uh what's the code again?"

"1067."

I press in the code and in no time do the copies start popping out. It holds my attention for about 5 seconds before I get bored of it. Not only am I bored but I'm actually uncomfortable too. I think this is the first time I felt uncomfortable with her. Well no, the car ride was uncomfortable but this is twice as bad. I don't even know how to make conversation with her because I know she's upset with me. Like what the hell am I supposed to say? I know I don't want this silence to drag on any longer though. With anyone else it would have been fine, because frankly I wouldn't give a fuck if their uncomfortable or not. But this, this right now is weird and not something that I'm familiar with.

"So uh..." Not smooth. That is not smooth at all, don't say uh. It's lame and makes you sound just plain stupid. At least it got her attention, that's a start. "Do you think that maybe..." I watch as she raises her eyebrows and looks over at me curiously. I gulp lightly and move my right hand to rub the back of my neck. God why is this so hard, "Maybe that on TV, when they show people putting their butts on the copying machine, do you think that really works...?"

Really? That's the best I can come up with? For christ's sake I sound like such a spaz. I bite my lip and glance over at her, wondering what she's thinking right now. Her expression is mixed one, thats for sure. She looks at me confusedly for a few seconds, before one of amusement takes over her features. She then abruptly turns her head and now I'm the one confused. I lean over slightly and open my mouth to question her but I notice the smile on her lips.

Oh.

She turned her head away so she can keep her smile hidden. I made her smile, fuck yes! But she's hiding it from me, fuck no, that sucks big time for me. I look away and let her hide it, I want her to smile at me when she wants to. When she feels like I deserve them again, because when that happens I know we're good again.

"I um.." She shakes her head before looking back at me. "I don't really know Jade."

I hum in response and make the second set of copies I needed to get done. "Well then we definitely have to try it sometime to see if it does."

I hear her scoff softly but I don't hear her disagreeing, that is until she faintly mumbles something under her breath, "Isn't that a bit childish?"

Her words cut me deep and I already feel myself tense up at her words. Her stupid fucking words, actually its just that one word. Childish. I hate it when she calls me that. I'm not even, I'm actually way more mature for my age, at least I like to think so. It's not my fault that I'm curious to see if it actually works, she doesn't have to put me down by saying I'm fucking childish.

"Right." I reply back curtly, grabbing all the copies I needed. I don't bother to go off on her about it, we already did a lot of arguing today and it wouldn't make things much better if I did.

I hear her heals click beside me as we walk. Every step she takes is driving me more insane. Ussualy this doesn't bother me but right now I'm seriously about to snap. I give a silent thank to God, or whoever is up there that were back in the classroom now and there is only half an hour left of class. I drop off Mr. Jenkin's papers, and nod as he thanks me. I then go and plop down next to Vega.

I don't want to talk to her. It's confusing, I know. Don't get me wrong though, I still want to make things right, but after what she said to me and how she's been not so Tori-like with me lately, I'm not in the mood to do it. Things are still tense, I can feel it, and as the minutes go by it only makes me more depressed and angry on how she can ignore me and just carry on with herself like everything's ok. I mean does she not miss the talks we used to have during seventh period? Does she not miss looking into my eyes like I do to hers? But most importantly does she even care at all about how I'm feeling?

I slump down in my seat, I've been sitting here for a while now, My attention was split on watching the minutes tick by and stealing glances at Vega. The bell rings in sooner than I expected and everybody does what they do everyday. Grab their things quickly and dash out of here. I watch and wonder if she's going to do what she's been doing the past month in a half... But it doesn't happen. I don't get my smile or wave good bye...

HHHHH

I walked into the living room to see the strangest sight before me. There, sprawled across the couch like I was earlier today, was my father knocked out cold with a bottle of nitequil beside him. I take a few steps closer and am about to wake him up before I think different of it. A nap, that actually sounds like a damn good idea right now. I can sleep this unpleasant feeling Vega left within me.

I trudge up stairs and kick off my boots once I'm inside my room. I then throw my bag to the corner of my room and strip off my jeans and sweater, leaving me in just my boxers and undershirt. As I'm about to set my phone down, something catches my attention...something blue and unfamiliar. I frown and look around quickly...nothing seems out of the ordinary so I don't think anyone was in here.

Oh yeah, I forgot I had this. I grab the sweater off the floor and see small piece of folded paper fall out. I pick it up and carefully set it on my dresser, I defiantly got to keep that safe. Her number is important, hopefully in the future it'll be number I'll use frequently.

I just want her to like me again, I wanna talk and laugh and hopefully make her see that I want do more than just bang her. I sigh heavily and fall back on the bed, keeping her sweater in my hands. What can I do to make her see reason? Give her flowers... No. I'm not doing that. Give her an apple like Cat suggested earlier... yeah I don't think I should take Cat's idea for that. Hundreds of ideas run through my mind but none of them seem right and its just overwhelming, god how is it going to be like when I actually ask her out on a date?

The thought makes me groan and I roll over on my side, bringing her sweater up to my chest. The faint smell of her vanilla perfume still lingers on her sweater, its calming. I like it. I hug it tighter against my chest and close my eyes shut, I just need a nap, it'll make things better. I'll get Tori to like me again. Show her how much I actually do like her. Then we'll date and be happy and kiss, then somewhere along the line she'll become my girlfriend. I smile at the thought and keep my mind towards those happy thoughts as I begin to drift off.