JADE POV
I groan sitting up hating the thought of having to go to school this early in the morning. The smell of coffee soon filled my nose and I look around confused, my door was closed. Then I notice the mug sitting on my bedside table, I pick it up before wandering down stairs.
"Hey Dad, did you…." I stop mid sentence when I walk into the kitchen to find both Vega and my Dad sitting at the breakfast bar, sitting with a newspaper between them.
"Good Morning," they both say neither looking up from the paper. I continue to stare at them but neither move.
"What are you reading?" I ask since that's all they seem interested in.
"An interview with Emília Marthe" Dad answers
"The person I'm fighting with on Saturday" Vega explains and I'm glad because I have no idea who that actually is. I come over to look over Vegas shoulder, the picture of the girl makes me nervous she is a lot bigger and seems to be a few years older.
"What does she say?"
"Apparently she is going to snap me like a twig" Vega laughs, "I think she said the same thing last time too"
"You aren't at all worried," I ask, the thought just occurred to me that I would have to watch someone try to beat the chiz out of my girlfriend and not be able to do anything about it.
"She is just trying to freak me out, I'll be fine" I sigh leaning down to give her a quick kiss before turning to grab some food only then remembering that my Dad was in the kitchen. I turn to see his reaction, to find him glaring at me.
"That reminds me we need to talk about you giving your girlfriend a key this early in the relationship," he says, Vega is back to staring at the newspaper.
"I didn't give her a key," I tell him glad that he doesn't seem to care about us dating.
"I may have copied one, it only seems fair you have one plus, you are less grumpy when you have coffee waiting for you when you get up," Vega defends herself.
"When did you even have the time?" I ask.
"Yesterday, it's Hollywood Arts all you have to do is tell a teacher you have to do something for a play and you can leave," she says, I shake my head.
"So you STOLE my keys, skipped a class and made a copy, all so you could give me coffee so I am less grumpy in the morning"
"Yes"
"I think it's a great idea, you haven't yelled at me once today" Dad chimes in, I turn to glare.
"Shouldn't you be mad at her"
"No, she made me coffee too I'm fine with it. Plus this gave me a chance to threaten her not to hurt my little girl"
"DAD" ugh I can't believe him.
"He was very thorough, I can definitely see where you got some of your scariness from," she said as her and my Dad share a smile, I'm not sure how I feel about them liking each other. At least with Beck, I didn't need to worry about them talking, Dad hated him and even took me out to dinner when we finally broke up for good.
"You don't have to come to the gym," Vega says as we climb on to her bike after school.
"Do you not want me too?" I asked, worrying that I have been annoying her.
"Of course, I do I just don't want you to get bored"
"I'm fine, I can do my homework and watch you work out. It definitely makes homework more bearable" I tell, imagine her in her workout clothes.
I spent the first part of Vega's workout doing homework leaving a good portion at the end to drool over her. By the time she is done and going to shower I'm severely disappointed that it's over. As I wait for her to get ready, I wander over to the boxing bag, I move to give it an experimental whack when Vega suddenly grabs my hand coming out of nowhere. She adjusts my hand before allowing me to follow through with the punch that barely moves the bag compared to Juan's attempts to hold it still for her. I frowned looking at my fist.
"I suck" I mutter, glad that I've never had to attempt to defend myself without my scissors to scare them.
"You don't suck you just need some practice. A Lot of practice" She explains, looking between me and the bag. "If you are ever interested in learning some defense, I could teach you a few things, or Trina"
"You don't have time to teach me, and I'd rather not learn from Trina," I tell her "I know she's good and could teach me I just wouldn't be comfortable learning from her. I have a reputation to uphold you know" She looks between me and the bag again.
"If you ever punch someone your reputation is gone," she says, ignoring my glare "at least let me show you how to throw a punch properly, please"
"Fine" I snap, she grins grabbing my hands and readjusting them. She then moves behind me maneuvering my body into place, before standing beside me in a similar position.
"Okay just follow my movements, don't worry about putting any strength into it right now" I follow her as she moves trying my best to copy her, she moves me making small adjustments every few minutes. After another fifteen minutes, she finally let me actually punch the bag and not the air. As I punch she continues to make adjustments and I fight to keep a straight face and ignore the tickling sensation that her touch is causing on my side. Eventually one of her touches causes me to jump to the side.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Vega asks sounding panicked.
"No, I'm fine don't worry"
"Then what was it?" She asks studying me her face then brightens. "Are you ticklish?"
"No, of course not," I say retreating back towards the mats which were an awful idea in hindsight. As soon as I'm on the Vega springs into action and the next thing I know I am on my back on the ground with Vega on top of me tickling my side. I don't even last twenty seconds before I'm a laughing mess with no way of stopping her, not that I would have much chance anyway. "No, Ve..ga no no," I say attempting to push her off. "Stop" I yell through my laughter. Vega is instantly off of me and on lying on the ground next to me waiting for me to catch my breath. I roll over, sitting on top of her and holding her hands above her head, knowing she can easily push me off.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist" she grins at me, making no move to get me off.
"You will pay for that, I don't know how yet but you will" I attempt to glare at her but, it doesn't seem to be working as my eyes keep moving down to her lips which she notices, a smirk forming on them which I quickly lean down to wipe off. A few minutes later we are both starting to get a bit breathless and pull apart as a janitor comes loudly into the room dragging a mop and bucket in with him. He stares at us in shock before stuttering something under his breath and running out.
"We should probably get home" I mutter, Vega nods and I realize I'm still sitting on top of her keeping her hands pinned down. I jump up, grabbing my bag as well as Vega's as she gets up yawning. "You going to be okay driving"
"Yeah, promise," she says shaking herself awake as we walk to her bike. We pull up to my, house, and I get off the bike pulling Vega off as well.
"You aren't driving home, come on you are staying the night" I demand to leave her no room to argue which she seems to realize. She nods following me inside texting her parents.