DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VICTORiOUS. This chapter is from Jade's POV.
Chapter 43
Master and Servant
2009.
It's been a week since Riley and I had sex together for the first time. It was better than I thought it was going to be, to tell you the truth. So good that I've been having wet dreams about her. I thought only guys could get those, but I guess girls can too. She has a killer bod and I felt honored to touch it. She texted me the other day that she enjoyed touching my body too. Maybe we really are supposed to be together.
My family is still adjusting to my new lifestyle. And so am I. I've developed a taste for Gothic themes. I've repainted my room. Changed it from the blue-grey to pure gunmetal grey. Everything else is fucking black as hell.
And of course, I'm still processing and reeling from Katelyn dumping me. She's left by now and is probably somewhere in Arizona, dying of heat stroke. Hopefully. It's not like she doesn't deserve it, right?
I'm in my room, changing my sheets on my bed to, wait for it. Wait for it. Black sheets. I betcha didn't see that coming, didja? No, I know you did. After I finish I lie down on the soft sheets and stare up at the ceiling. I just lay there, staring for a while. I then turn my head right and my eyes land on my wastebasket. I haven't changed the bag inside it in a long time. I can see the corner of my old diary protruding out. I just shake my head and look forward at my ceiling again, counting the popcorn in it. My eyes revert to the wastebasket in the corner of my eyes and I force my eyes forward. I look at the basket again and my curiosity gets the better of me. I get up and walk to the basket, pulling out the stupid diary and sitting back down on my bed, opening the diary. I flip through the pages of the old book and stumble across an interesting entry. From several years ago.
Dear Diary,
Today was my first day at a new school, diary and I'm a little nervous about being here in Los Angeles. It's different than my old city. But today, I met a young boy. His name's Beckett and he's cute. He thinks I'm cute, too!
I finish reading the short entry. I don't think I ever wrote much. I certainly don't remember the pink ink and the 'I's being 'dotted' with little fucking hearts. God, why did I ever do that?
I continue on reading the entries, coming across another special one.
Dear Diary,
I just had my first kiss! It was with Beckett and it was very special. His lips were soft, sweet and gentle.
I can't help but smile a little at that entry. I keep on reading the entries that involved Beck and me. There weren't many, but I seemed to have enjoyed every moment with him. I skip several entries to read the first one about Riley. I guess I must've stopped writing in the diary around the time she and I had our first major fight, the day she told me she had a crush on me. That was a painfully emotional day for me.
I reread all the Riley related entries and the majority of them are me being upset and outright angry at her for doing something to me. It's got me thinking to the present.
Is she really meant for me?
Wednesday
I'm sitting in improv class right now. Sikowitz has some of my classmates act out a love triangle between two girls and one guy. The main girl is bisexual, the other girl is lesbian and the guy is straight. The main girl is loved by both the girl and guy, but the girl has hurt the main girl's feelings too many times and she's wondering why she puts up with the other girl's shit. The guy is pretty much there to make sure they don't start attacking each other. I'm watching this and I can't help but feel worried how much this is similar to my situation with Riley. I think I'm actually in love with her, as she is with me. The sex last week seemed to prove that. I'm no expert in sex, but if she wanted to fuck me, she wouldn't have made love to me. Not that…there's…much of a difference. Is there? I've got a lot of thinking to do.
At school the next morning.
I'm at my locker gathering my books for my next class. As I close the door, I notice that Beck is standing next to me, smiling.
"Why are you smiling so funny?" I ask, walking away and he follows me.
"Because I can't help but marvel at how beautiful you are today." He replies. I spin around.
"Today? What about yesterday? Or the day before that? Or the day before that?" I ask, annoyed. He stands there, still smiling. "I just got lucky or some shit this morning and I look beautiful today?" He laughs a little.
"Feisty one are we? I was simply complimenting you. You looked beautiful the past few days, but today, you are just stunning." He replies. I can't help but smile a little.
"Well, thank you." I reply, blushing slightly.
"Now, would it be too much trouble for you to accompany me to dinner and a movie tonight?" he asks. My eyes widen. He's asking me out! Yes!
"Well, I have no plans for this evening other than going to dinner and a movie with you." I reply. He smiles some more.
"Excellent choice, my dear." He says in an English accent that makes me giggle. It was difficult to understand what he said, but I got all of it.
"I'm looking forward to it." I say.
That evening, on the way to the movies.
"I feel fat now." I moan, my stomach tight from a good, hearty meal. Beck, who is driving, looks at me briefly.
"P-H-A-T?" He asks.
"NO!" I squeak, causing him to chuckle. "It's not funny! What if I get love handles or something?" I ask with genuine concern. He starts laughing hard, so I smack him on the arm.
"I'm teasing you, Jade. You don't look fat at all. In fact you look amazing." He compliments me. I blush some more. "I think you'll be fine, fatass." He chortles. Sound of record scratching.
"HEY!" I say, smacking his arm again.
"Teasing, teasing. I am TEASING!" He says, raising a hand in defeat. I groan at him.
"I hate you." I moan.
"I love you, too." He replies.
After the movies.
"Wow. That was a pretty good movie." I comment after we leave the theater for Beck's car.
"Indeed it was. Uh, you wanna come to my place for a while?" He asks.
"Yeah, sure." I reply. I have nowhere to go, except home, which I don't want to because I'm having way too much fun tonight.
We get to his RV, the Silver Streak after several minutes. I've been here before, it's a nice little place for him to live in, though I don't really know why exactly, only that he wanted his own place. We go inside.
"Wanna drink?" He offers.
"Please. I don't have any preferences." I reply, sitting down on his sofa. He grabs a couple of cans from his min fridge and hands me one, before sitting down next to me and opening his. I eye mine. It's a can of lemonade. "You drink canned lemonade?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's actually better than you think it is." He replies, taking a long swig. I open my can and take a sip. It actually is pretty good. "So, what do you want to do?"
"I don't care. What kind of music do you have?" I ask. He stands up and pulls out his Pear Phone. He hooks it up to a speaker and turns on some music.
There's a new game
We like to play you see
A game with added reality
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees
We call it master and servant
We call it master and servant
It's a lot like life
This play between the sheets
With you on top and me underneath
Forget all about equality
Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant
It's a lot like life
And that's what's appealing
If you despise that throwaway feeling
From disposable fun
Then this is the one
Domination's the name of the game
In bed or in life
They're both just the same
Except in one you're fulfilled
At the end of the day
Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant
Come on, master and servant
He sits down next to me again and we listen to the song.
"Depeche Mode?" I ask for clarification.
"It is." He replies. I listen to the song and I put my hand in his.
The next morning.
I wake up naked next to him. I feel amazing. Last night was totally freaken awesome. He's pretty good in bed. I sit up in bed and stretch. I look at my bedmate and he's still fast asleep. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek before I climb out of bed, the chilly air attacking my naked body. I look for his bathrobe so that I can take a quick shower. I pick it up from his chair and I start to put it on.
"Don't put that on yet." I hear Beck mutter from behind me. I turn around and see him sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"You want a picture I imagine?" I ask, playfully, not closing the robe, so that he can still get full frontal from me.
"If it's not too much trouble." He replies, stretching, his eyes shut tight.
"Pervert." I joke. He opens his eyes and looks at me.
"Pervert is better than a dirty old man." He points out. I laugh a little.
"I guess so. I'm gonna take a quick shower." I answer, going into his bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I take the robe off and out it on the door hook. I turn the shower on to warm and wait for it to warm up. I climb inside and close the curtains behind me. I step under the shower head and moan when the warm water runs over my head and down my body. I sigh as the water opens my pores and relaxes my muscles. I look for his soap and shampoo and find he has quality hair shit. I chuckle that he has something that smells like pomegranate. I try some and it feels good. I might have to get some for myself because my hair feels silky already after rinsing it out.
"May I join you, my dear?" I hear a voice. I open my eyes and look at the shower curtain. I notice that Beck has peeped his head through the curtains and he's looking at me.
"Can you promise no funny business, mister?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips, giving him full frontal again. He looks me up and down, then looks away to ponder for a moment.
"Nah." He answers, shaking his head. I laugh.
"Come here…" I beckon him with my finger. He steps into the shower and comes under the shower head with me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist. I start kissing him and he responds immediately. The kiss heats up fast, unless he turned the water up. I pull back from the kiss and turn around to grab him soap. He massages my back with one hand and traces my curves with another.
"You're so beautiful." He says, quietly. I turn around and start rubbing soap on my breasts, watching his eyes as I do this. I can see his pupils dilate in excitement and I notice that his rod starts to raise up a little.
"Ok, fuck it." I say, dropping the soap and I practically pounce him, kissing him roughly. I press my soapy breasts against his rough chest and I feel him enter me, eliciting a moan from me.
A half hour later, after having sex in the shower we got ready for the day, without incident surprisingly. We came close a few times, but we managed to stop.
"So, it's Saturday, what are your plans?" Beck asks.
"Nothing really. You want to do something?" I answer. I think I should go to Riley and tell her that I think I'm gonna be with Beck now.
"Andre and I have a project in a class of ours that we want to knock off today. But, I'd love to take you on another date sometime." Beck says.
"I would love to go on another date with you, Mr. Oliver, but only of it involves us having sex again." I answer.
"Well, of course. Why wouldn't there be any?" He asks, feigning confusion. I laugh a little and give him a quick kiss.
"I really had fun; I want to do this more." I state.
"Me too. Let me give you a ride." He offers.
"You've done plenty of that mister." I point out, chortling. He laughs in response and we leave the RV together and go into his car. He drives me to my house and we share a long, passionate kiss before I get out, saying goodbye to him. I wave to him as he drives away. I haven't felt like this in forever. I think I'm going to love being with him.
I get into the house and drop my bag off before I go outside to my car and I drive to Riley's house. I texted her telling her I was coming over and she replied that she has the house to herself. I think she wants to have sex, but I don't think I should. After all, I'm seeing someone. I may be going a little fast with Beck, but we are dating now.
I arrive at her house and she greets me at the door, wearing lingerie and a short silk robe. Kinky.
"You didn't have to wear that for me." I tell her. She shrugs, beckoning me in.
"But I want to look sexy for you, babe." She replies as she closes the door behind her. We walk into the kitchen. I turn around and she's an inch from my face and she kisses me. I kiss her back instinctively, but I don't put much passion in it. An hour ago, I had sex with someone else; I'm not sure if I can do it one more time. She pulls back, smiling deviously.
"I need to talk to about something real quick." I announce. She looks slightly surprised but she nods her head.
"What's up?" She asks, curious.
"Um, I don't really know where to start. This is just going to be really fucking awkward." I tell her, truthfully, scratching the back of my head nervously. She gets this confused/nervous look on her face herself.
"Is everything alright?" She asks, concerned.
"Yeah, uh, everything's uh, great, it's just-"I start.
"Just what?" She encourages me to continue.
"I'm seeing someone now." I tell her. She gives me this perplexed look now.
"You're seeing someone now?" She repeats. I'm not liking where this is going.
"Yeah, I'm kinda, well not kinda, I am, dating someone else now." I elaborate.
"You're in a relationship now, or just dating?" She asks, apprehensive.
"I had sex with him twice in a matter of hours." I reply, looking away from her. I wait for the explosion, but nothing happens, so I look back at her. She has this angry/confused/nervous look on her face that makes her look bizarre.
"'Him'? Who's 'him'? Twice? You-you, uh, you're…" She stutters.
"I know, I know; I didn't expect this either." I say.
"Oh, well shit, then, it's alright now then." She says, angered.
"C'mon, Rye, don't be like that." I say, frustrated.
"Well, Jadey, how the actual fuck am I supposed to be then? You said that you wanted to be with me, and now, out of the goddamn blue, you choose some dude over me, after you told me that you loved me." She says, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Please, I'm sorry! It moved along faster than I expected." I say, desperate.
"Oh, then everything is dandy now!" She shouts, tears leaking from her eyes. "Everything is going to fucking go back to fucking normal now!"
"Well, what do you want me to say?!" I shout back.
"You said you loved me and that you wanted to be with me! Now you don't want to have me and you clearly don't love me if you had sex with this guy twice. What the fuck happened? Was I lousy in bed? Am I not sexy enough for you? My titties too tiny for you?" She asks, shaking her chest slightly, so her tits shake a little. I can't help but stare. She scoffs. "Clearly not, if you're gawking at them, practically ready to eat them, so, what the fuck?" She asks.
"I told you in that note that I needed time to sort through all this. I was just dumped by Katelyn, you know." I explain to her, impatient.
"You thought through it alright. You chose a guy over me." Riley says, getting angrier by the second. She's crying now, her mascara getting mixed with her tears and staining her face.
"Don't say it like that…I-I do love you, Riley. I truly do. I want the best for you." I tell her.
"Bullshit! BULL-MOTHERFUCKIUNG-SHIT, JADE! YOU FUCKING USED ME! FUCKING USED ME FOR YOUR OWN SELFISH NEEDS OF COCK!" She bellows. I can't believe she just said that. I feel my heartrate starting to increase as I get angry.
"I WOULD NEVER, EVER USE YOU! IF YOU THINK THAT I WOULD EVER DO THAT TO YOU-!" I start.
"YOU DID! YOU USED ME!" She wails, her face getting red from anger, her lips trembling.
"FUCK YOU THEN, BITCH! FUCK YOU FOR THINKING THAT LOWLY OF ME!" I shout at her, not thinking clearly. I'm just too angry right now to think clearly. All I know is that I can feel all the repressed anger I have towards her welling up inside me, and it's starting to surface.
"YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING CUNT! WHAT HAVE YOU FUCKEN DONE TO ME?!" Riley shouts.
"I DON'T LOVE YOU AT ALL, YOU BITCH! ALL YOU'VE DONE IS TO ME IS FUCKING CAUSE ME MISERY! I HOPE YOU ROT WITHOUT ME!" I shout back. Riley's fist then appears out of nowhere and smashes against my eye, knocking me to the ground. I get up, covering my eye, which is definitely going to be black soon. I rush forward and tackle her. She falls back into the living room with me on top of her. We land and I raise up to punch her in the face. She groans and starts fighting back. She flips me over and she smashes me in the face, causing me to groan in pain. I manage to throw her off me. I stagger to my feet, but she doesn't resume her attack on me, nor I on her. We're both panting and staring each other down.
"Get the fuck out of my house and never return; we're done. I hate you. I hate you for what you've done to me; for ruining my life. Whoever this guy is, he'll never love you, and neither will anyone else. I made that mistake and I hope someone else doesn't because you'd cause them nothing but pain. Go to hell." She says quietly, before turning around and leaving to go upstairs. Panting, I grab my keys and leave her house, closing the door quietly behind me. Tears start to leak from my eyes. I get in my car and leave her house for good.
What have I done?
Chapter 43. Comment or review plz or whatever. SORRY for the long wait; I made some changes to the story so it won't be that much longer until it's finished. I cut out around ten chapters. The lyrics used are Depeche Mode's song Master and Servant; a good song.
