Tori hated her physical class. Despite being in excellent shape and being a really good ping pong player, she hated track. If she were to do a "Things I hate" video, running would definitely be on the top of her list.
Today was another unfortunate day where there was a PE lesson. She had no doubt in her mind that the sadistic Mr Wayne would have the entire class run three miles around the school again, after he refused to change his mind despite hearing the chorus of groans emitting from his students, threatening to fail anyone who tried to fake their way out of it.
No one wanted to repeat the class, especially if it meant that they would have to do more running for the entire of the next semester.
With a loud sigh, she grabbed her Hollywood Arts gym top and track pants, bursting into the girls' room. Without looking, she pulled the nearest cubicle door open, slamming into something soft.
That was when a deafening scream echoing from the other side of the door made her jump back. "What the fuck, Vega?"
Tori stared at the sight in front of her, unable to move a muscle. The pale, shimmering curvy body that filled her nightly fantasies was there, right in front of her. That dream girl, who was wearing nothing save for a sports bra. It looked better than anything Tori had imagined she would look.
Unable to stop her eyes from straying down to Jade's panty-less bottom, Tori found herself staring at the cleanly shaved bits, her heart hammering in her chest. A small pink nub was sticking its head out from the mound, almost inviting her to reach down and start tasting it.
She let her eyes wander upwards, stopping at the top half of two round busts peeking out from the bra barely covering them. The top of the snow colored twin peaks were unfortunately tucked away, but Tori was sure they would be a strawberry flavor.
Totally oblivious to the color changing on Jade's face, Tori was unable to control her errant hand from reaching out for those famous D cups.
Jade's sneering voice, however, soon brought her back to reality before her palm could reach its desired target. "Wipe your drool off the floor Vega. Stop staring at me!"
Turning a shade of crimson, Tori rushed out of the girls' bathroom to the one on another floor.
She did her laps so fast that she impressed Mr Wayne. He congratulated her on breaking the class's record, but Tori could hardly hear him.
While she was still drenched in sweat, panting, her breathing had not slowed down ever since she laid eyes on the goddess in all her glory. Somehow managing to find her way into the Janitor's closet, she crouched down on the floor and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to rid her mind of that image.
It worked after fifteen minutes of forcing herself to think of pink panthers. Her mind drifted to another thought, but it didn't offer her much comfort. Jade would murder her for what she did. Her body would probably be torn to pieces by those shiny scissors of hers, seeing how Jade was able to cut up an entire rubbish can easily.
She would have to avoid Jade from now on, even if her corrupted mind wanted her to reach out and touch the flames, even if it burned and engulfed her in the process. She would probably have to change schools too, and find another state to live in. Or even another country.
Avoiding Jade's favorite place in the school should be a good start.
Deciding to skip the rest of the day, Tori texted André saying that she was feeling unwell after the PE lesson, asking him to help her inform the teachers. She ran home and bolted to her room, ignoring her concerned mother's questions.
Sleep overcame her dazzled mind eventually.
It was dark out when she finally woke from her nap of fever fueled fantasies. Tori looked down, recoiling in disgust when she realized that she was still wearing her gym clothes. Stripping off and tossing her clothes in the hamper, she ran naked into the adjacent bathroom she shared with her sister.
The hot water spraying from the overhead shower head soothed her tense muscles, still straining from all the intense exercise she did earlier. Letting out a sigh, she lathered her pomegranate shampoo and vanilla scented shower gel over herself, feeling the water rinse the foam off her body.
Reason started speaking to her again.
Tomorrow, I would go apologize to Jade. Say that I'm sorry, it wasn't deliberate, and I didn't mean to stare at her. That it was just a stupid mistake, and to please not kill me. That I would even buy her an entire week's worth of coffee.
That should spare me from getting stabbed, right?
Although, dying at her scissors would probably be acceptable price to pay if I actually get to touch those…
No! Stop this! Bad! Bad Tori!
Shaking her head to clear it, she grabbed the nearest clean towel from the rack, still reeling in repulse at where her hand was about to go. Quickly patting her hair and body dry, she wrapped the towel around herself before stepping out into the cold corridor to her room.
Turning the knob of the handle, Tori stepped into her room before pulling the towel off her body and dumping it into the hamper by the door. She lightly tapped the switch, and her room lit up in white florescent lights.
She turned in the direction of her wardrobe to find her favorite over-sized shirt, but a voice made her head swivel to her bed so fast that she thought it would roll off.
"Not bad, Vega."
The sight on her bed made her jaw drop, scream-less. Jade West was sitting cross legged on her mattress, taking in all of her. Tori stared at her frenemy whom she just offended earlier in the day, unable to say a word.
The draft of wind chilling her bones from the window hit her. That was when she remembered that she was not wearing anything.
Scrambling to her wardrobe, she threw the doors open to dig for clothes. A t-shirt, a pair of shorts, a sock. Anything to wear.
As her head was still stuck in the closet, warm arms enveloped her from her sides. With her breath catching in her throat, Tori spun around to find herself staring into the mesmerizing cerulean eyes of the goddess.
With the heat still melting her brain off, those arms half carried, half dragged her to her bed, pushing her head onto the pillow.
A click above her head made her look up, where she found both her arms handcuffed to the headboard. Two more clicks at the foot board announced the immobility of her legs.
"You had a field day with me, Vega. Now it's my turn."
A/N: That was weird, but I had fun. Should I do a part 2?