Prophet Child- Chapter 2
A/N- Hey the next chapter is here… and if you get confused in this chapter, remember I said it WILL be a Tori/Blake story. Hope you enjoy,
Cevec xxx
P.s- I didn't write a disclaimer before, so here it is, I don't own anything in this story!
P.s.s- A big thank you too aj, Katy and Tori Bradley for reviewing!
Tori stood smiling at her dressing table mirror, satisfied with her appearance. She didn't normally go for dressing up, but for this occasion she'd made a special effort.
Her golden hair tumbled over her shoulders in natural waves, setting off her year round tan. She was wearing a fabulous halter-neck, cranberry dress, which ended at her ankles. She wore black strappy sandals, and had a simple gold chain around her neck that Cam had brought her for her 20th birthday.
The occasion was… our 1-year anniversary of dating, Tori thought, but she wasn't as excited as she should be. Dating Cam was like, dating your brother or your oldest friend, and so far they hadn't done much more than kiss.
Tori sighed, and for the hundredth time that day, she looked at her favourite photo on her dressing table. It was of her, Blake and Cam, with their arms around each other laughing their heads off. It had been taken at graduation, and Tori smiled as she remembered how Blake had been teasing Cam for being a computer geek and Cam had been teasing Blake for being short. Come to think of it, that was one year ago today…the same day you promised yourself you would tell Blake how you felt about him… Tori stared into her reflection as a sad look came over her face. But he hadn't called, he hadn't wrote, he hadn't visited and Tori had been so caught up in teaching at the academy she hadn't had time to do the same. "I love Cam," she said to the person in the mirror.
But it was too late; the thought had taken root. You're not happy, end this whilst you can, and Tori knew she had been kidding herself all this time. Tori wiped away a tear, not wanting Cam to notice anything was wrong. But she had to end it with Cam tonight.
"Tori, you look, amazing," Cam said, a smile creeping over his face. "Beautiful, gorgeous, like an angel," he continued, gazing at his beloved girlfriend. He gently stroked her cheek and lent in, brushing his lips against hers.
Normally, this made her feel all tingly and warm, but tonight it made her feel stone cold. "Uh, Cam, I'm feeling cold, can we get to the car and go to the restaurant please?" Tori asked, and wincing at the sound of the guilt in her own voice. Cam pulled back, and frowned at her slightly. What was wrong?
"Of course," he replied, his face clearing, "Lets go,"
"Wow!!" Tori gasped in amazement at the sight before her. Small, circular tables dotted the cosy restaurant, mostly arranged around the glossy wooden dance floor. A band played in one corner, and along one side of the restaurant was a huge glass window overlooking the sea. Candles flickered on each table, and couples were murmuring intimately to one another.
"You approve?" Cam smiled at her, searching for her hand. He found it, and squeezed lovingly.
"I do," Tori replied, but gave a look down at Cam's and her hand entwined. I have to do this, she thought, and pulled her hand out of his. She immediately wished she hadn't, as the hurt look on his face made her feel sick. She gave a small guilty smile, and pretended to fiddle with her necklace.
"Tori, I-" but Cam was cut off.
"You have a reservation sir?" a waiter had appeared from nowhere, in front of them and gave them each a questioning look.
"Uh, yes, I do, should be under Watanabe…" Cam answered without looking at the waiter. He kept his light brown eyes on Tori. "Tori," he muttered, whilst the waiter searched the reservation book, "Is there something I should know?"
Tori fixed a bright smile on her face, before replying. "No, everything's fine, why? Should there be something wrong?"
Cam once again frowned, and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't get the chance too.
"Aah yes, Watanabe, here we are. Table for two? Right this way sir," the waiter motioned with his arm for them to follow him, and he led the way to a table by the window.
"Wow, look at the view!" Tori exclaimed, gazing in awe at the glittering sea before them.
"Yes, its nice isn't it, but I know there something wrong here," Cam insisted impatiently.
"Really pretty…" Tori continued, but there was an edge to her voice.
Cam shook his head in disbelief at Tori. He knew her too well to be deceived by her subject changing. He leant across the table, and stared into her eyes. "Cam, what are you doing, you're making me uncomfortable!" Tori protested, but she didn't hold his gaze.
"Tori! Tell me what is wrong with you! Is it the restaurant? Something I've done?" Cam asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.
Tori's bright blue eyes flicked to Cam. This was it. This was her chance to get out. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't put a knife through Cam's heart. "I'm just nervous, that's all. I don't normally dress up like this, and today is a very special occasion." She said uncertainly.
But it was enough for Cam. His worried face broke into a smile, relief flooding through him. He gave a small laugh. "You know what I thought?" he smiled, "I thought you were about to tell me it's over!!!" He wiped his forehead, and laughed. "I guess we can order now," Cam said, as he spied the waiter heading over to their table.
You have no idea; Tori thought guiltily as she took a menu and began to scan over it, you have no idea.
Tori and Cam swayed together to music. Cam had his hands on her waist, and she had her hands round his neck. She was standing a good distance apart from him, not wanting to make this evening any harder than it already was. She looked down at their reflections in the shiny floor, and tried to make out what Cam's face was like. But the reflection was too blurry. She looked up when she felt Cam's hands tug at her waist, and saw a pleading look on his face. Reluctantly, Tori moved closer into his arms, but kept her head up straight.
As Cam's hands ran up and down her back, and the soothing music floated around them, Tori let out a breath, like all the emotion she had been holding back all day finally came through.
Enjoy this last moment with him, the voice in her head told her, let him and yourself have a moment of happiness.
She willingly gave in, and rested her head on his shoulder. Cam rested his cheek on her hair, and dropped light kisses on her head. Tori lightly stroked his neck, and smelt the cologne on suit, and she let herself melt away, but only because…
"Tori?" Cam asked, "Can we sit down now, there's something I need to ask you," a hint of nervousness crept into his voice. Tori snapped out of her world, and looked up at Cam with a confused look on her face. "Tori? Earth to Tori? Can we sit down now?"
"Oh, sure!" but Tori felt sick with guilt as she sat down. A cold trickle ran down her back as she realised, I only relaxed because I imagined I was dancing with Blake.
Tori looked away and stared out at the view, end this torture now! Tori knew that she had to end it now, find Blake, and well…
Tori turned to face Cam, who was at her side. "Cam, I need to tell you something, and it won't be easy. In fact, it might hurt both of-"
"Shhhhhh" Cam placed a finger on lips, and in a confused moment Tori realised he was on one knee.
"Oh no," Tori muttered weakly, as the small trickle of sweat that had been running down her back turned into a downpour. Her stomach turned so much she felt sick.
A goofy grin spread over Cam's face as he reached into his jacket pocket. "I know this is a big step," he murmured quietly, and he drew his hand out bringing a small black box with it.
He opened the box to reveal a beautiful, glittering white gold ring, with a single blue sapphire held in a claw.
"But I love you Tori," Cam said, his voicing rising with emotion. "I know we've only been going out a year, and we haven't been very close before, but. I love you Tori, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"…