AN: Okay, my future Daughters fanficcy. :D Ain't it great?
Disclaimer: I do not own any DotM stuff. That is all Lynne Ewing's area, and I would never, EVER, want to own things related to it. I do, however, own Torrence, Blaze, Auriella, and Hailley.
Part One: Torrence – Queen of Ice
Chapter One: Meeting Torrence and Auriella
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"Torrence Hudson! If you don't pay attention this instant, I'll send you to the principal's office!" The teacher, Mrs. Crocker, screamed, her bloated face turning purple.
Torrence cocked an eyebrow up. "Did Mr. Levine get new wallpaper?"
"That's it, young lady! Out, out, OUT!"
The class snickered as she gathered up her books. She bowed mockingly, winking at her best friend, the queen bee of La Brea High School. Auriella stared, horrified, but Torrence knew she was grinning inside with her.
Torrence relaxed as she headed towards the principal's office. It was like her home away from home, a more likeable home. She was even on a first name basis with Mr. Levine. Her heels clicked across the linoleum floor. Would Larry be happy to see her?
The secretary clicked her tongue upon seeing the blue-eyed girl. She grinned at the older woman and opened the door to Mr. Levine's office. He looked up and sighed at the sight of her.
"Torrence…"
"Larry…"
She grinned at him and sat down in the chair across from his desk. Her black and green hair wrapped around her neck, forming a semi-protection. Her beach tanned skin glimmered in the fluorescent lights.
"Torrie, do you always have to get in trouble?"
She thrusted her lower lip out in a pout. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on his desk. He could see into her low cut shirt now. "Aww… I thought you missed me."
"I do!" Larry exclaimed. He was hot for a mid-thirties guy. And he had been her lover for a few months now, despite the vast age difference.
She knew it was wrong to sleep with a guy that old, let alone her principal. Torrie just needed an escape from her foster parents, the Hudsons. They never treated her as a real daughter, just the "adopted one".
Larry leaned forward, catching her mouth. He pried her mouth open with his tongue, forceful and sexy all at once. A knock at the door jolted them. He moved away from her, and she sat back dow.
"Come in," Larry called.
The door opened, and Auriella popped her head in. Class must have been over. "Hi, Mr. Levine. Are you finished talking to Torrence? We need to go."
"Of course, Auriella. Now, Torrence, you have after school detention for the rest of the week. Go on."
She grinned and leaped up. "See ya, Mr. L."
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Torrence sighed, and kicked a locker, thankful that she hadn't worn open-toe shoes today. She tugged down her v-neck tank top, revealing some cleavage. Auriella tugged at the chain around her friend's neck, pulling out the medallion.
Torrie smoothed out her plaid mini, then smacked her locker in a fit of rage, leaving a thick ice screen over it.
"You wouldn't be so mad if you hadn't been all in his mouth," Auriella pointed out. She held her perfectly manicured hand over the ice, and it melted, the water dripping down into a puddle.
Torrie stared at Ella's pink nail polish. "I was going to tell him."
"Yeah, yeah. You better do it this afternoon. I'll wait outside for you, so nothing can happen. And do it this time. He gives me the creeps," Ella stated, shivering for emphasis. Her hand grasped her own medallion, hers exactly the same as Torrie's. It was the main reason they had became friends.
"No, don't wait. I know you have a date with Gavin Devrough, Star Quarterback," she teased.
Ella flipped her perfect blonde hair back. She smiled as her eyes glazed over. It was only natural for the head cheerleader to date the star quarterback. She couldn't help this law of nature any more than she could help that Torrie was her best friend, and always would be, despite the Preppies' reactions.
They were as different as light is to dark. Torrence was a belly dancer, and extreme risk taker, and the biggest flirt around La Brea. Auriella was the head cheerleader, she tried keeping herself and Torrie out of trouble, and was more of a romantic. Torrnece was adopted; Auriella lived with her parents, Vanessa and Michael Saratoga. Torrie was as wild as Ella was reliable.
Torrie hugged her friend, and their blue eyes connected. Ella sighed.
"Fine, Tor. But you better break it off this time," Ella finally agreed.
"I will. Can you take me to dance class?" Torrie asked.
"Yeah, sure."
Torrie leaned over and kissed Ella's cheek. "You're the best, babe."
"Yeah, yeah."
