Hi so here is another chapter, I said I wanted to get two posted before I went away and for once I made good on that promise. Therefore I leave you with a cliffhanger and a chapter that leads into the AU part of this season.

Disclaimer-Nothing but Ayden is mine.

Also I don't live in the US therefore I don't know much about earthquakes therefore if I made a mistake I apologise.

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Next Chapter-3x05-Car, Rain and Fire-Disaster strikes as the girls go out late at night to help Cat pay her respects to her supposedly favourite dead actress.

Ayden

Chapter 36-Andre's Horrible Girl

Andre dates a horrible girl, Tori is furious even though she knows she shouldn't be and might be a little...or a lot jealous, things get both personal and steamy and danger occurs.

Tori's Point of View.

Andre was dating again. And that wasn't what rankled me, please don't think that I am that petty. I had no issue with the fact he...yeah that's a lie.

And she was a bitch. A rich bitch witch extraordinaire with a famous father. That just rankled me even more. I wanted to scratch her mean little eyes out and rip her extensions and force feed her, her false nails again and again and again. On and on the wheels spin.

And she was changing him...ugh...she had him in jackets and pocket hankies and expensive clothes that made your fingers itch to see what was underneath them. God the thought was enough to keep me up at night. And it was. There was sleeplessness and an overwhelming ache that had me awake and feeling alive for the better parts of now nearly three years.

I swallowed down the bile and the tears and instead spent my nights in with Ayden. "I don't need any man if I have you" I said and Ayden would always giggle and hold out his hands to show me whatever he had with him that day. With him now in day care more and more I had more flexibility which didn't leave much time for me to be distracted.

And then Andre came over. And ate my mash potatoes.

Ok so I felt...happy...when I found out it was all a publicity stunt to get a shoe in with Ritch Bitch's father, and yeah I was calling her that in my head and no I didn't feel guilty. Andre had said that he loved me, I had said I'd loved him and then he had left me in that room no matter what his reasons and I was right back to where I started. Alone with my son only know I remembered what it felt like to love someone again, I knew what it felt like to be loved by someone, to put your trust in someone and while Andre had walked away for what I knew was the sake of both of our sanity. Rationality however and what I felt were two very different things.

And now I had somehow managed to let him convince me to sing a song with him at this girl's birthday party. How I wasn't sure but he had. Maybe it was because Andre was my friend, maybe it was because I was now invested in singing more and more rather than getting caught up in drama after drama. Or maybe it was because he had looked at me again like I was worth something, like I was loveable. The way he had all through those stolen kisses in closets and classrooms.

Either way I reckon I was screwed. Royally screwed.

So I dressed up, putting on my makeup and curling my hair, I dressed casually in jeans but I changed them three times to find the ones that hugged my ass better, I changed my shirt so that it showed a hint of cleavage even after one child there wasn't much there but it was the effort that counted I supposed.

Andre shot me a look as I came down the stairs, Ayden upstairs with my Dad in the study watching out for him, Andre's eyes were burning again watching me with an almost dangerous intent that made me shiver. I swallowed harshly turning away and reaching for the jacket slung over the corner of the chair.

"Andre we should go" I said breaking his eye contact with me and forcing the door open. Perhaps catching my expression (which I knew was mutinous) I was sure that Andre who was on the verge of saying something changed his mind and instead followed me out the door and into the car without saying a word.

"I know you don't like Hope" he said in the car. Perhaps it was the bitterness that the whole situation had caused that made my reply as sharp as it was.

"I'm happy you're moving on, it's always nice having a point proven to you"

Andre blinked and I looked up from under my eyelashes to see his hands falter under the steering wheel. I knew I had hit him hard but the anger and misery that had consumed me when I thought about how I had been left in that classroom...the anger that consumed me when I thought about how I had been left in that restroom in Arizona...that anger was all that kept me stable when it came with the hurt.

"You're angry with me" he said finally. "I wasn't trying to hurt you Tori, I wasn't...do you think that having a relationship with anybody that isn't you isn't wrong? Hope could be royalty but she isn't you and therefore..." he trailed off shrugging and the conversation in the car stilted.

I had never expected that answer, that brutal honestly that came with Andre Harris. And therefore I adverted my eyes out the window and hoped that Andre didn't realise that I was blinking too rapidly for a normal person.

We got to the restaurant just in enough time to see Hope through herself at Andre. I moved away least this hurt feeling in my chest increase. Being angry at Andre wasn't something that I had planned and even though he was trying to explain as best he could all I could think was that what Cameron had said (regardless of what had transpired during his death) about me being unlovable.

But I had never been a believer when it had come to things like that. So I plastered on a smile and sang a song and substituted the brown eyes of Andre for the brown eyes of my son. Despite everything I managed to work my way through the song and the smile I had at the end of the last lyric was real.

Because this was me and Andre and this was a song and this relationship was how it had all started. Me and Andre singing a song. And for what it was worth it was a good song, it was the first thing in a long time that made me feel like my old self. Singing with Andre was natural to me like breathing and I was happy when it was over, breathless and feeling the high.

And then disaster struck.

I was watching Andre and Hope talking (or more like arguing) with a vicious sense of glee when the earth began shaking. Earthquakes are not uncommon in LA but there hadn't been one in a long time and therefore people were screaming and diving for cover.

Plaster was falling out the ceiling and dust was everywhere, presents and glass shattering as well as what looked like something falling on Hope. Usually I would be thrilled even if I wasn't that type of girl but I was too busy with the falling glass over my head. God I really hoped that his mini quake or whatever it was wouldn't effect Ayden and my Dad.

I would have to get home and get to Ayden, my Dad and all of the LAPD would be out in full force dealing not only with their day to day jobs but the standby they'd be put on after this.

There was a second where I couldn't see past the dust and the glass and the screaming and shaking and then the dust settled. Somehow within all the chaos I had managed to cut myself on a piece of glass and my hand and arm was bleeding, I had also managed to lose Andre in the rush.

I stood up shaking slightly and forcing my legs to move. I looked around. There was a thick layer of dust around the room and many people were crying, everyone was so locked in their own little world that nobody could do anything but lean on each other and move towards the exit unless they were injured.

"Tori" said an urgent voice in my ear and I turned around to see Andre looking at me with that look in his eye that had been partly responsible for the reason that I had fallen in love with him in the first place.

His hand found my chin forcing my eyes to look into his for a second and I shrugged unsure of what my answer would be.

"You Ok?" I said finally and Andre gave out a life that sounded bitter and broken before nodding once.

"You're bleeding baby" he said and I looked down. "Not much" I countered. "Your girlfriend is hurt more than me" I said bitterly. Andre shrugged still not taking his eyes away from me.

"Don't care" he said finally. "Are you sure you're ok?"

I nodded back biting my lip. "Can you drive me home?" I asked letting my lip go to speak. "I want to get home to my boy" Andre nodded and finally removed his hand from my chin linking it with my fingers and dragging me through the crowd and out the door and into his car.

We drove home in silence but the silence wasn't awkward like the drive there but rather tired and fraught with something that neither one of us wanted to explain or ask about.

My Dad was at the door wrenching it open and handing Ayden to me.

"I gotta go" he said nodding at Andre. "The boys are gonna be busy tonight. I'm glad you're ok" and then he was gone. It was nothing personal but I knew my Dad had to get to work and fast.

"I can stay" Andre said when there was silence in the house. I pressed Ayden who was sleeping against my chest and paused. In truth I wanted Andre to stay, I wanted Andre to hold me and Ayden promise me he was never going to leave but I knew if I went down that road then I would never get off it and although I was scared and broken and destroyed in ways I had never envisioned happening I was still able to make up my own mind. I wanted Andre. I just knew that Andre didn't deserve me. And even though I knew that he would disagree that didn't change the fact that I knew deep down that I needed help, that I had been broken...and yeah I suppose it was a broken record to many but I suppose the saying unless you 'Walk a mile in the other's shoes' was a strong president in this case.

"No" I said finally. "Go..." I wanted to say 'Go and be happy' but I didn't think I could stand the conversation that would stem from that and perhaps Andre recognising that nodded once, ran a hand down a sleeping Ayden's back and left leaving me with the other hand which once again found my face and this time I leaned in nuzzling against his soft skin.

"Ok" Andre said. And he did.

God if I had known what was coming next.

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