Author's note: Guys, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the long waits. I know, I apologize for it every time; but it's because I truly feel bad about it every time. Especially when I get the PMs that remind me that I haven't updated in a while.
I want you to know that I don't do it on purpose. I swear it. I'm just really not as good or creative as you guys think I am. Ideas come to me quickly enough, but it's the wording that I always have trouble with. I'm always rewriting and reworking my chapters. I try to do it until I'm satisfied, but that never works out 'cause I'm never actually satisfied with my work. I just get tired of it after a while and post what I got, hoping and praying that my mistakes are minimal and that you guys are able to enjoy it.
So, I really hope you guys enjoy this, even though I'm so sick and tired of this stupid chapter. I swear, I read it so many times that I literally had a dream about it last night. But it was a good dream because it was the bathroom scene at the end, and what I dreamed was so much more graphic than what I wrote;)
{~~~~JADE~~~~}
"You ready to go, babe?" I ask Vega as if I couldn't care less that my ex just put his lips on hers. It's taking my best acting efforts, but I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing just how pissed off I am.
I hate being told what to do, even subliminally. And I can tell Beck wants me to pitch a fit. So I'm not gonna do it. I refuse.
My thoughts are reaffirmed when Beck gives me a confused frown.
"That's it?" He asks.
Vega looks as if she's about to ask the same thing but I dip my eyebrows as if I'm confused. As if they're the ones having a weird reaction.
"What?" I snap when they continue to stare.
"I just kissed your "girlfriend."" Beck answers, putting air quotes around girlfriend.
I give him another confused look and gesture between the two of them. "Weren't you two on a date?"
"Well, yeah but"-
"Vega kisses on the first date." I cut him off with a dismissive shrug.
"No I don't!" My girlfriend rebuttals.
Uh, yes she does. And I remind her.
"Don't you remember our first date, babe?" I ask; gathering up her purse for her because she seems to not have understood that it's time to go. Not only is Nozu's closed, but I'm ready to go.
"I…" she stops there, unable to deny it as she thinks back to the double date with Wazzbag and Redhead. There was a lot of kissing on that date. In fact, thinking back on it, I'm pretty sure I wet my bottoms during our trip to the bathroom.
"And even before that," I continue loudly, stepping closer to her and totally invading her personal space. "Don't you remember ending up in my bed, naked, on your first day at Hollywood Arts?"
"I…" she stumbles back, trying to create some distance between the two of us. Only, being the klutz that she is, she nearly loses her footing. I catch her, grabbing the front of her shirt with one hand and yanking her toward me. She's right in my face, nose nearly touching mine.
"Careful." I murmur huskily. Then I kiss her lips lightly before letting her go.
Her face is bright red, a little embarrassment probably, but it's mostly shame. She can't meet my eyes. She can't meet Beck's eyes. She can't meet anyone's eyes because she's unable to deny that as well. That she ended up naked and beneath me the first day we met. So what if we didn't fuck. There's enough implied to suggest that we did.
There's also this nagging feeling in my head. I'm pretty sure it's Tori trying to make me feel uneasy. My comment was aimed Beck's way, but I know it's got to be affecting Vega. Basically, I just called her a home wrecking slut; because honestly, who else sleeps with someone else's girlfriend the first day she meets her? I don't even think a Northridge girl would stoop so low.
But I push any feelings of guilt I have aside. I don't care if I embarrassed her. I feel like she needs to be punished as well. Yeah, I realize she didn't kiss Beck. Hekissed her; but, I just told her how I feel about her being so goddamn friendly all the time. If she wasn't so touchy feely with him maybe he wouldn't have felt comfortable kissing her in the first place.
After mentally psyching myself out of feeling guilty, I turn back to Beck. "Seriously, if a kiss was the best you could get out of your first and last date with my girlfriend, then I worried for nothing." With that, I stomp my way out of Nozu's, not even bothering to check if anyone's following after me. I know everyone is. Even if they weren't leaving because the restaurant's closed, they'd still follow after me.
I've nearly made it to Vega's car when I hear Beck's voice behind me. "We were still going out her first day at Hollywood Arts!" He exclaims.
Finally! I thought he was never gonna catch on to that.
I turn around and face him. "And…"
"You're saying you cheated on me?" He asks disbelievingly.
His arrogance is enough to make me reconsider putting my hands on him. It's like he thinks there's no way I'd ever cheat on him, like he's that good of a catch…
He runs a hand through his hair and turns so he can look at Vega; no doubt he's sent a questioning glare her way, but she doesn't see it. She still can't meet his eyes; not even as she chokes out an apology, genuine looking tears in her eyes.
The girl sure knows how to cry on cue, I'll give her that.
He whips back around to face me. "I don't believe you!" he declares.
"I don't care."
That wasn't a calculated response on my part. That was the first thing to fly out of my mouth because I don't care if he believes it or not. I seriously don't give a flying fuck.
He blinks at me.
"You…" he points, but he doesn't finish. His face falls instead. He looks utterly crushed and I get a twisted satisfaction out of his hurt.
What the hell's wrong with me? I love Beck, right? I'm dating Vega so that we can get back together and stay together this time, but I don't know…I just want to break him for kissing my girlfriend. I want to fuck up his psychy so bad that he'll forever have trust issues. That he'll be afraid to have relationships because he's too paranoid about getting hurt again. I want him hesitant with intimacy; to doubt himself and his ability to please women. I want him turned into a sniveling bitch with low self-esteem. I want him to feel worthless.
There's an urge to physically hurt him as well, but I've always been a bigger fan of psychologically damaging people. Those scars last longer. And in my mind he deserves nothing less. Maybe next time he'll think before he puts his stupid lips on my girlfriend.
Suddenly he grabs my hand, pulling me out of hearing distance from everyone.
"What?" I snap once he stops walking.
"You said you wanted me to prove I'm loyal and then you go and do this!" He gestures toward Vega's car.
And now I understand; it wasn't arrogance that wouldn't allow him to believe I cheated on him. It was the promise I made to him. And I start to feel a little bad.
Before we even started dating eight months ago, I told him that I wasn't into the dating thing. He persisted so I laid it out for him. I wasn't going to sleep with him, not unless he could prove his loyalty to me first. I told him guys are only interested in splunking, that if he wasn't getting enough from his girlfriend that he'd go elsewhere to get it and I didn't have time for that shit. I think he assumed that I was badly scarred by some other guy because he didn't question my logic like his predecessors. They always fed me the, "I'm not that type of guy" line.
So Beck, like the other guys before him, asked how long it would take to prove his loyalty; and I gave him the same answer I gave them. A year.
It's a ridiculously unrealistic time to expect any hormonal driven teenaged guy to wait for sex; but I wasn't expecting consent. Like I said, I wasn't really into the dating thing anyway. I wanted them to walk away, and they did.
But Beck didn't. He agreed.
At first I thought it was some sort of trick, that he was gonna try to pressure me into sex after we'd been dating for a month or two. But he didn't; and he kept his end. He stayed loyal to me for eight months so far, as far as I can tell anyway, and now it's seemed that I made him wait for nothing; that I'm the one who couldn't be loyal and keep it in my pants.
"If you've always been into girls you should've said something, I wouldn't have wasted my time." Beck spits at me.
Oh so now I'm a waste of time, huh? And just like that I no longer feel sorry for him. I want to make him hurt again, for kissing my girlfriend, for thinking that dating me was a waste of time…
"I'm not into girls." I roll my eyes as if the idea is truly absurd, never mind the fact that I am currently dating a girl. "Vega just happens to be extremely talented with her hands… and her tongue." I add on after thinking about it for half a second. "No one's ever made me feel the way she does. Ever." I answer with just a touch of vulnerability at the end. Just so I can seem honest and not obviously vindictive with my answer. Then I straighten up, like I hadn't wanted him to see me get all sappy. "I mean, I can do without all the sweating and stuff…" I trail off; forcing my voice into nonchalance and just a tiny hint of disgust.
"You don't sweat." He says, right on cue. And I can see a bit of hope flare up in his eyes. That was right on cue as well.
I shrug, moving in for the kill. "Vega can make me sweat. It's disgusting, but I deal with it because she makes it worth it. Every time." I practically moan at the end, as if I'm actually remembering a few of those "times" right this second.
I can see the immediate affect my words have on Beck. By saying no one's ever made me feel the way Vega does, he knows that I'm including him in that equation; basically telling him she's a better turn on than him. His ego has taken such a heavy blow that I expect him to try and crawl underneath a rock.
But he doesn't. He quickly puts up a shield. Denial.
"You're lying." He tells me. "You just want to hurt me, but it's not gonna work."
I roll my eyes. Dude is stubborn as hell, but I can see it. He's grasping at straws. He believes me, but he won't let himself admit it.
I want to push further, add a few more lines; but this scene is over. Adding anything else will be overkill. He'll realize it as well. He's almost as good as an actor as me.
Almost.
"Can I go now? I'm supposed to have my girlfriend tucked in by one." I don't wait for an answer before I head for Vega's car.
I hear him say a few swears behind me, but I don't turn around. I just keep going.
Once I get to Vega's car, I get a little surprise when I try the passenger door handle. It's locked. Not only that, but fucking Melissa's in the passenger seat, my seat.
She looks at me quickly before turning and patting Vega's shoulder; then points to her window, toward me. My girlfriend squints a little, and when she realizes it's me, she points to the space behind her, the empty seat next to Cat… in the back. She means for me to sit back there.
There's no fuckin' way that I will.
I strut over to the driver's side and knock on her window. She ignores me the first time, so I knock again, more urgently.
I swear, this girl…
"What?" she mouths, finally turning to look at me.
I make a motion with my fingers, signaling for her to roll down her window.
She doesn't look as if she's about to, but then Melissa says something to her and she rolls her eyes before doing it.
I glare at Redhead. Nobody asked for her fucking help. I can deal with Vega on my fucking own!
"What?" she repeats, giving me this really intense glare. She's really pissed off. I don't know what for. I'm the one who had to sit and watch my girlfriend flirt with my ex for five long fuckin' hours.
"What's your problem?" I hiss, eyes flashing dangerously. If she can be pissed, I'll show her fuckin' livid.
"I'm not a slut!" She yells back at me, not the least bit intimidated.
I won't lie; it kind of threw me off a little, but just a teeny bit.
I squint at her. "No one said you are."
"You told Beck I slept with you the first day I met you!"
"You did." I quickly glance at Cat and Melissa, hoping to remind Vega not to blow our cover. But she doesn't need the reminder.
She snatches open her door, and jumps out, pointing her finger at me.
I back up a little, but only so I don't get hit by her door
Yeah, right.
Fuck you, Tori.
"But that doesn't mean you had to tell him that!" She yells even louder, now pointing her arm behind her, in the general direction Beck used to be. "And you didn't just tell him! You told everybody in Nozu's; people I don't even know!"
And with all that anger, and pissed off-ness, there's undeniably some hurt there too. She's really upset over this, over being referred to as a slut. I don't think now is the best time to ask her why it bothers her so bad because I remember how my girlfriend gets when she's this upset. She starts screaming, and then the Spanish starts flying, and I don't know what the fuck she's saying so I don't know how to calm her down, or if I'm even saying the right things to calm her down….
It's just better to nip this shit in the bud before we get to that point.
"Babe," I say, reaching out for her, but she jerks away from me.
"What, Jade?! What!?" She snaps.
Yeah, she's good and pissed.
And fucking hot as hell.
Focus Jade!
Tori's right. I can't think about how hot my girlfriend is right now. I have to calm her down. Now. Before she goes on that Spanish frenzy thing she does when she's super pissed.
I take a step closer to her and reach for her again. She continues to glare at me, but she doesn't back away from me this time.
Progress. Good.
I link both pinkies with hers and try to look her straight in the eyes, but she avoids eye contact. "When I said that, I didn't think of how that would make you sound."
Yes you did.
Shut up, Tori!
"I just wanted to hurt him for kissing my girlfriend." I'm able to finish, despite my argument with my stupid conscience.
Vega doesn't answer me; still doesn't even look at me, just stares at some point beside my head. She's still mad. I have a feeling that if I wasn't holding on to her pinkies right now, she'd have her hands crossed over her chest. A defensive stance.
She's really, really, upset.
I sigh deeply and drop her pinkies. As soon as I do she crosses her arms over her chest.
Just like I thought; but I try not to let it bother me as I grab a hold of her face with both hands.
"Baby, look at me," I command softly.
She exhales heavily and blinks twice before doing it, before her eyes are locked on mine.
"I'm sorry." I say simply. "I'm really sorry for hurting you like that."
She sniffs and I truly realize how bad it is. Those tears aren't fake.
Having a girlfriend is a little tougher than I thought it would be. I mean, Beck wouldn't have cried if I had indirectly called him a slut. And I want to explain that to her, that I'm new to this.
"You're my first girlfriend," I start off. She blinks at me and I know she knows exactly what I'm about to say. It's like déjà vu has set in because she was going to say the same thing to me a few days ago. I'm sure of it. She never finished, claiming my beauty had distracted her, and I was left wondering where she was gonna go with that, but now I know. I understand what she was trying to say, because I find myself wanting to say the same thing. "I'm gonna make a lot of mistakes," I continue. "But work with me. I'll get it right eventually." I plead.
She nods her head.
I pull her face closer to mine and place a hesitant kiss on her lips, not sure if she'll pull away. She doesn't, and I kiss her twice more.
"I won't do it again." I whisper. "I promise."
"You mean it, Jade?" she sniffs.
I nod my head.
"Okay." She whispers back, wrapping her arms around my neck and inviting me into a hug.
I'm not the hugging type, but I take it without trepidation.
"Forgive me?" I ask. My arms wrapping around her waist before I slip my hands under her shirt. I rub her back, making small circles at the very small of her back. I know how much she likes that.
She sighs and nods her head as she begins to relax against me. She even presses her face into my neck.
I squeeze her tightly, pressing her against me as close as I can get her. God. It feels so good to have her not mad at me anymore. Too good. Geez, what's going on with me? Get it together Jade. Say something rude or something.
"Babe."
"Hm?"
"Tell Melissa to get out of my seat." Yeah, not my best, but it'll do.
"No." she chuckles against my neck.
"I'm not sitting in the back." I answer defiantly.
She pulls back, hands braced against my shoulders while mine are still rubbing circles into her back. "It won't kill you." She tells me.
I shake my head. "I'm not doing it."
"Why not?" she asks, eyes sparkling and teasing. It's so hard to believe that she's was so wazzed off not even a full five minutes ago. And as hot as she is when she's wazzed off, she's not so bad looking when she's grinning goofily either.
I lean in on impulse and kiss her. I try not to think about how this isn't a part of the "girlfriend act" we've got going; that I'm kissing Vega just for the sake of wanting to kiss her.
She's the first to pull back. "You can't just kiss me when you want to have your way, it's not fair."
I blink at her stupidly. What the hell's she talking about?
Suddenly there's a loud honking. It's coming from Vega's car because Redhead's hand is repeatedly pressing on the horn. No doubt it's her way of getting our attention because she wants to go home. Then I remember. I had been asking for my seat back.
I scowl back at the redheaded girl in my spot. I don't remember her arriving with us, so why the fuck are we giving her a ride home?
"Jade, let go of me." Vega yawns, hands sliding down my arms to rest on top of mine. It's as if she's suddenly realized how late it is. "Everyone's tired. Just look at Cat." She yawns again.
I peer into the backseat and roll my eyes. Cat's asleep, the bottom half of her body on the seat while her head is nearly touching the floor.
And I thought Amber was a wild sleeper…
Vega tugs on my hands a little, trying to get me to release her; but I don't let go. I don't care how exhausted everyone is. I'm not letting go until I get my damn seat back.
"Tell her to get out of my seat." I demand.
"Jade…" Vega whines, wiping at her eyes. She's sleepy too.
"I can keep you here all night." I answer, showing absolutely no pity.
"Okay, Okay, hold on." She relents.
When I let her go, she bends over and leans far enough into her car to whisper something in Melissa's ear. I'm so busy admiring my girlfriend's ass that I nearly miss the way Redhead grins wickedly before looking at me expectantly.
"What'd you say to her?" I glare at my girlfriend suspiciously.
She gets in all the way, shuts her door, and hangs her head out of the window before answering me. "I told her to give you your seat back"-
"So why isn't she-"
Vega holds her finger up. "If…"
I duck my head a little, coming face to face with my girlfriend "If what, Vega." I growl.
She leans in and kisses me softly. "If you ask nicely."
"The hell I will."
She kisses me again, a quick peck this time. "Then sit in the back, Mami."
I scowl at her. "You're punishing me." I accuse. "I thought you said you forgave me."
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me. "Asking politely for your seat is not a punishment, Jade."
It's really not, Jade.
Fuck you, Tori.
Still, I walk around the front of the car and knock on the passenger window. When it's rolled down, I lean my head in a little and address Melissa. "Can you please get the fuck out of my seat?"
Redhead rolls her eyes, but starts to get up.
"Sit." I hear Vega command, and just in case Melissa doesn't plan on doing as she was told, my girlfriend puts a hand on her arm.
"Come on Icky, she said please. That's good for her." Redhead pleads on my behalf, probably because she's tired and ready to go.
"Yeah, Vega, I said please." I add on.
My girlfriend just shakes her head and raises her eyebrows at me.
Fine!
"Melissa, may I please sit there."
Redhead looks to Vega, and my girlfriend nods her head.
Instead of getting out of the car, Redhead climbs over the seat and into the back. Probably so that I won't "accidently" kick her when she passes me. Smart cookie 'cause I won't lie, I was planning on doing something like that.
We drop Cat off first, then Redhead. By then, it's nearing one thirty and Vega keeps yawning. I'm not surprised. She goes to bed early, like ten at the latest. So I know she's exhausted. At this point, I don't think I can trust her not to fall asleep behind the wheel, so I make her switch with me.
She protests at first, but then I promise her that I'll wear my seatbelt the whole time and she gives in. She's so easy some times.
By the time we get to my place, it's two o'clock and she's nearly sound asleep. There's no way I'm gonna let her drive home.
"Babe." I call, shaking her shoulder lightly.
"Hm?" she yawns widely.
"You should probably spend the night."
"Whuh?"
"You can't drive home like this. You're too sleepy. By the time you get home it'll be two thirty in the morning. Besides, you gotta drive back over here in a couple hours anyway."
She nods her head. As if she's confirming that I have a point. But she doesn't say anything else. Just blinks slowly and yawns some more. She's really out of it.
"Call your dad." I command. "Tell him you're staying over."
She blinks a few more times, trying to wake up enough to find her phone.
I go through her purse for her and hand it to her.
"Thanks." she slurs.
"Don't mention it."
She holds the phone in her hand like she doesn't know what to do with it; actually, it's more like she doesn't even know what it is.
"I got it, babe." I shake my head and take it from her. Then I scroll through her contacts, find "Dad," and press it.
When he answers, I press the phone to Vega's ear.
The sound of her father's voice wakes her up almost completely and she takes the phone from my hands.
"Dad? I'm staying over at Jade's….no I'm not being coerced….I'm not drugged. I'm sleepy….because I can't drive home tonight, I'll fall asleep at the wheel!...Yes….Yes…No…I know….I know…I know….Papi!"
I smirk a little at his overprotectiveness. That is until she holds the phone out to me. That wipes the smile right off of my face.
"Here," She says simply.
I blink at her and she pushes the phone out even more. So I take it.
"Hello?"
"Jade, hey it's Mr. Vega."
I know that.
"What can I do for you Mr. Vega?" I ask, trying my best to keep my voice steady and confident.
"Nothing. I just wanted to make sure she was with you and no one else. I know you'd take good care of my little girl. Because you care for her, right?"
"Right." I confirm, like I'd say anything else.
"And you'd never let anything happen to her, right?"
"Right."
"And you'd never let anyone take advantage of her, right?"
"Right."
"You wouldn't even take advantage of her, right?"
Gulp. "Right."
"Good, because if anything ever happened to my baby girl, I just don't know what I'd do, you know?"
My heart skips a beat, but I'm still able to answer.
"Right." I say.
"Good night, Jay."
"Right." I answer, unable to say anything else. I'm seriously freaked out. My hands are fucking sweaty. And my heart, it's trying to pound its way out of my chest. Fuck.
Calm down, Jade. Just calm down. It's not like he threatened you.
I repeat that message in my head a few more times before my body actually starts to listen to my mind's coaching.
Still, I'm a bit shaken. I glance over at my girlfriend, hoping she's not gonna tease me about the heart to heart I'd just had with her dad, but her eyes are closed. She missed the whole thing.
"Vega, wake up!" I snap, a bit envious of her calm demeanor while I probably won't get any sleep at all tonight.
"I'm not sleep." She mumbles; then yawns for the hundredth time tonight. "What did my dad say?"
"He said we can share a bed as long as we don't fuck." I answer shortly.
"Jade!"
"That was the gist of it anyway. Let's go."
My girlfriend's much more tired than I originally thought. She trips over her feet getting out the car and nearly slams her own hand in her door.
"Come on." I go to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"I can walk," she mumbles out a weak protest.
"I'm sure you can, baby." I patronize, still not letting go. It'd be just my luck if she fell down and broke her ankle. Her father would gun me down for sure for not bringing his "baby girl" home in one piece.
While I unlock the front door, Vega leans pretty heavily on me. I get the impression she could fall asleep standing up. I even expect to hear her snoring any second now.
Hm, I wonder if she does snore.
Going up the steps is a little harder. A sleepy Vega is the clumsiest klutz I've ever witnessed in my entire life.
I pull her closer to me, supporting more of her body weight as I drag her upstairs. She stumbles on the last step, loud enough to wake everyone in the house. Literally.
Joy comes out of her room first, takes one look at Vega and says, "Is she drunk?"
"Nope. Clumsy." I answer shortly.
"No. Sleepy." Vega chimes in.
I roll my eyes. She's clumsy when she's awake too, or doesn't she know that?
Then Riley and Amber come out. "What'd you do to her this time?" You can bet the little brat who spoke is Riley.
"Go back to bed." I scowl at the both of them. Amber goes back immediately. She actually likes to sleep, and is usually a pretty heavy sleeper on top of that. The kid can sleep through an earthquake if she's in a deep enough slumber. Literally. She's done it before.
Riley, on the other hand, takes a step forward.
"Go back to bed, Riley." Joy commands.
"So Tori's spending the night?" Riley takes another step forward, definitely not heading towards her bed like her mother said.
"Riley Jade! I said go back to bed. Now."
"Fine." she mumbles, slamming her door shut.
She really hates her middle name.
"Riley Jade?" Vega questions. Of course she'd choose this moment to perk up.
Joy shrugs. "Jade picked her middle name. Amber's too. I had no idea she was such an egotistical nine year old." She chuckles.
"What's Amber's middle name?" Vega asks me.
I'm tempted to ignore her, but then with Joy standing right there, she could just ask her.
"Jade." I push out through clenched teeth.
"Amber Jade and Riley Jade?" Vega smiles at me.
"What?" I scowl. "She told me I could pick any name in the world. I didn't think she was stupid enough to mean it."
"Jade…" Joy warns.
"I think it's sweet." Vega says.
It wasn't sweet. It was pathetic. Joy said she wanted the twins' names to be a group effort, a family effort. She would pick their first names, Dad would supply their last, and I could pick their middle names. She told me I could pick any name I wanted. Any name in the world.
I picked my name, for both girls. I understood that we had the same father, but I still wanted to put a little of me in them I guess. I didn't expect Joy to keep her word. But she did. And I was happy about that. I warmed up to her considerably afterward. In fact, we got along much better, until she shipped me off to New York with Ellen and my father five years later.
"Tori, sweetie, can I have a moment with Jade?" Joy suddenly asks, bringing me back to the present.
I roll my eyes. I don't want to have a moment with Joy.
But my girlfriend says, "Sure." And three seconds later I'm alone in the hallway with my stepmother.
"So, how would you like to get your keys back?" She asks.
"No thank you," I grunt. Honestly, I would love my keys back, but I have this feeling, call it intuition, that I'm not gonna like whatever my stepmother wants me to do in order to get them back.
"Come on Jade, it's not that bad."
"I said no." I turn away from her, ready to head for my bedroom when her next words stop me.
"You'll have the house to yourself for a whole five days," she sings.
And I crack. I admit it. The promise of being alone, no brats, no Joy, for nearly a week? I turn back around. "What do I have to do?"
"Bradley's birthday is in a few weeks. We're gonna go to Grandma Irene and Grandpa Bill's to celebrate, drop the girls off, and then I need you to give me a ride to the airport because I have to catch a flight to DC the next morning. How's that sound?"
How's that sound? It sounds like I'd rather go keyless indefinitely. I hate her parents' place. I hate her parents too, and that little runt Joy calls a brother. He's turning thirteen, or nine, or fifteen, somewhere around there, this year.
It's disturbing really. What the hell were Joy's parents doing still, well, doing it? They're old. And gross.
"Why can't you just rent a car?" I protest.
"Jade, honey, I can't really afford to do it. That's why I'm asking you to give me a ride."
I frown at her. She's lying. Has to be. I know she gets more than enough in child support and alimony from my father to pay for the bills. And on top of that she has a job. So, what the hell's she doing with her money? She doesn't really have any major bills. Just her phone, and whenever she wants to go out shopping, which she doesn't really do much of. Honestly, she should be sitting on quite a pile of money. And she wants to tell me she can't afford to rent a car?
I narrow my eyes at her. "Why can't you afford it?"
"Excuse me?" she blinks at me, as if she can't believe I had the nerve to ask her that.
Seriously? It's like she doesn't know me at all.
"Why can't you afford it?" I repeat slowly. "My father pays the mortgage, and the electric, and for our clothes, and food and"-
"Well your father doesn't pay for your school!" She cuts me off. "Hollywood Arts is not a public school, Jade. It's not free!" she hisses angrily.
I blink at her. What? Did she just…did she just tell me….Is she trying to say that she pays for my school; that that's why she has a job?
"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie." She rushes up to me, but she doesn't touch me. She doesn't seem to know what to do with her hands in fact. "I just…I don't regret having to do it. I want you to go. You thrive there. I know we have our differences and I know how strongly you feel about me most of the time, so I wasn't going to tell you until after you graduated." -
"Why?" It's all I can get out. Just that one word, my brain is in complete disarray right now.
"Well, I know how you can be sometimes and I didn't want you to decide to stop going because you get mad at me or whatever"-
"No," I interrupt because she's misunderstood me. "I mean, why are you paying? Why isn't my father…?"
She ducks her head a little and bites her lip. "You know how your father is."
She starts rambling on; probably trying to sugar coat my father's fucked up actions and ways of thinking. But I ignore her because I do know how he is without her having to explain it to me. I know he thinks trying to make a career out of acting is a waste of time; but I thought he was just challenging me, wanting me to prove him wrong. Why else would he be paying for my education at Hollywood Arts if not for that reason, right?
But he's not paying. He wasn't challenging me. He honestly doesn't believe in me.
"I mean, I heard you singing in the bathroom all the time and you were always so um… creative," Joy continues. And I finally tune back in. "And you had the most unusual way of thinking and I just thought you'd like a performing arts school. Thought you would blend in a little better than you did at that public school." She smiles.
I remember that. I remember not liking regular school. Kids are assholes. They hated me, but I didn't cry. I hated them right back. Stabbed one little boy with my safety scissors; and when my teacher asked me if I was sorry my answer had been my scissors weren't that sharp, He wasn't even bleeding.
I was constantly in trouble, if not for fighting, then for not paying attention in class. I was always "acting out," I never did my homework "correctly," Always preferring to do things my way.
Then one day, when I was twelve, Joy took me out of school. I was actually okay with that. Me and Joy got along okay then. She brought me to Hollywood Arts to audition. I was too young to attend of course, but there was nothing wrong with trying to get a head start. They were very impressed. Couldn't wait for me to attend and guaranteed me a spot so long as my parents could come up with tuition.
I always thought my father made her take me. It never occurred to me that she was doing it behind his back. Come to think of it, it was around that time that Joy got a job. I remember the argument they got into over it. It was the first and last time I heard Joy use swear words. And not just little ones either. There were like thirty fucks, and a lot of asssholes…lots of shits too. I was impressed.
"Okay, fine. I'll drop you off at the airport." I relent. It's the least I can do. I'm just now realizing just how much I owe this woman.
"And go to Bradley's birthday?"
I scowl, but I agree. "And go to the brat's birthday party." I mutter.
"Seriously?" she squeals and claps her hands like a freakin' tween.
I slap my hand over my forehead. "Don't make me change my mind." I groan.
She ignores me, still all happy and uber excited. "Goodnight, honey." She grins.
If she kisses me I'm gonna twist her lips off. But she doesn't. She pats my shoulder and turns away.
"Wait." I call. She turns around with a frown, probably thinking I've changed my mind, which actually doesn't sound like a bad idea. "Can I bring Vega?" I ask instead.
"When are you gonna start calling her Tori?"
"I hate Tori." I respond automatically. Because seriously, that bitch has been irritating the fuck out of me all night.
She wrinkle's her eyebrows. And I realize how that must've sounded.
"I like Vega much better than Tori." I explain.
"Oh, you're talking about the name. I was confused for a second there. Sure, she can come."
Instead of thanking her, I mutter, "When are you not confused?" before heading for my bedroom.
As soon as I open the door, Vega's coming out. "I gotta wazz." She explains before I can ask.
Seriously? I'm starting to seriously think she has a bladder problem. But I do notice she's changed. Not just her hair, which is in a messy bun at the top of her head; she's wearing my clothes, a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. She didn't ask my permission, and oddly I'm okay with that for some reason.
I take off my clothes and get in bed.
It's not long before she comes back. With a loud yawn she slides into my bed and turns her back on me. I frown, wondering if that's just the side she likes to sleep on or if she's trying to keep some form of distance from me. I also find myself wondering why or even if it matters.
I come to the conclusion that it does matter about a minute later. She's my girlfriend; we shouldn't be sleeping so far apart from each other. Only couples who have been with each other too long, or are mad at one another sleep this far apart. And we're neither of those. In fact, if she were really my girlfriend, we'd be having some pretty heavy duty make up sex right now. As my fake girlfriend, she should at least be sleeping close to me.
"I would've pegged you for the cuddling type." I say, just to try and see if I can gauge where her head is at.
"I usually am." She mumbles.
"But not tonight?"
She shrugs her shoulders.
It irritates me. I'm not sure why. It's not like I'm the cuddling type.
I scoot closer to her, pressing my body up against hers and laying my arm over her waist.
She stiffens. "Are you naked?"
"I sleep naked." I shrug. Just because she's here, in my bed, doesn't mean I'll change my ways. In fact, as we're dating that's an even bigger reason for me not to change my ways.
I'm prepared to have this argument with her, but she says nothing else. Just picks up my hand and moves it off of her waist.
I put it back immediately.
And she removes it again. Not only that, but she scoots away from me, as far as she can possibly get.
For some reason it pisses me off.
I scoot all the way over until every inch of my front is up against her back, and I wrap an arm around her waist. She squirms a little but can't scoot over any more, not only do I refuse to let go of her, but if she scoots any farther away she'll fall out of the bed.
"What's your problem?" I hiss.
"I'm tired, Jade!" She snaps.
"Then stay still and go to sleep!" I snap back.
"I can't go to sleep!"
"Why not?"
She lets out a frustrated sigh and goes still, refusing to say anything else.
"Is it because I don't have clothes on?" Seriously, if it's that big of a fuckin' deal then I'll just go get a t-shirt to sleep in.
"No. I'm okay with that."
Really? Then if it's not my nakedness that's bothering her…
"Are you still mad at me?" I venture.
"No."
"You don't like being touched while you're asleep?" I try
"No, that's not it." She sighs heavily.
"You wanna sleep naked too?"
"Jade."
"What?" I sigh. Although I wouldn't mind it if Vega slept naked, at all, I wasn't being perverted. It was a legitimate guess.
"No, that's not it either."
I give up.
"I hate guessing things, babe." I sigh exasperatedly.
There's a long pause before she speaks again.
"You're gonna laugh at me."
Laugh at her? For what?
"I'm not going to laugh, baby." I promise; then I kiss the back of her neck reassuringly.
"How do you know?"
I honestly don't know, but at this moment in time, I don't think I'd find anything too funny. I'm tired and slightly irritated. "Just tell me what it is and I'll"-
"I'm not telling you!" she snaps.
Okay….
"So how do you know I'm going to laugh?" I ask.
"I gotta wazz." She gets up, stomping her way to the bathroom.
"You just wazzed!"
"I gotta wazz again!" she slams my door shut behind her.
"Ugh!" I lie on my back and run a hand through my hair. I don't think anyone's ever frustrated me the way this girl does. Ever!
Nearly ten minutes later and my girlfriend's not back yet. Either she's taking the longest wazz in the history of wazzes, or she's not wazzing at all.
I get up, get dressed quickly, snatch my door open and head for the bathroom. The light's on, so she just might be in there.
I turn the knob. It's locked.
It's so weird. We're not allowed to lock the doors here, Vega knows that, but she doesn't really live here so it's easy for her to forget.
"Open the door." I command, trying to be loud enough for her to hear me, but still trying to be quiet enough not to wake Joy or the brats.
"Go away." comes Vega's muffled reply.
"I know how to jimmy the lock." I bluff.
The door's opened seconds later.
My eyes widen and my jaw drops a little when I set eyes on my girlfriend's face. Vega was just fine when she left my room, but now she's sporting a bruise under her left eye.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
"Nothing." She shrugs, pressing a wet washcloth to her face.
"Well, did you fall?" I press.
"I'm sorry." A small voice says.
I look down and spot Amber. She's ringing her hands nervously and I easily put two and two together. "You did this?" I point at her.
"I'm sorry." She repeats.
"Do you have any idea what her father's gonna do to me when he sees that!" I yell at the little brat.
Amber's eyes go wide and she covers her mouth with both hands.
"It was an accident." Vega steps in front of her and pats her head reassuringly. "It's not your fault, Mamita. Don't worry about it."
"How did she even…" I start off; then it comes to me. Amber doesn't usually wake up during the middle of the night. Not on her own. Vega had to have gone in her roomand... "You tried to sleep with her!" I accuse.
Vega doesn't answer, just continues to dab the wet washcloth on her eye.
"The thought of sleeping with me is that bad? You'd rather risk getting punched in the eye by one of the brats."
"I didn't know she was a wild sleeper!" she hisses.
"Well I would've told you that if you hadn't tried to sneak out!"
She glares at me and I know it's time to change tactics because I'm getting nowhere. If I'm going to get to the bottom of this stupid issue she's having then I'm gonna have to trick it out of her. Obviously she's not going to come out and tell me. She can be extremely stubborn when she wants to be.
Okay, think Jade. Think.
So her main issue is she can't sleep, even though she's super sleepy. And whatever it is she has to do in order to make herself go to sleep, she's embarrassed for me to witness it. Maybe if she thought I was asleep…
"I'm sorry for snapping at you." I sigh, letting my face relax into a tired expression. "I get cranky when I'm tired."
She blinks at me, surprised by my sudden change of mood. But I can see she's still a little skeptical.
"Forgive me?" I yawn before rubbing at my eyes real quick.
She nods her head at me, still studying me quite intensely.
"Lemme see." I yawn and reach for her face. She drops the rag and I make a concerned face before kissing the bruise lightly.
Then I yawn again.
"You're tired." She states, not asks and I fight the urge to smile. That's the opening I need.
I nod my head. "Exhausted." I claim while blinking slowly.
She smiles at me. "Go back to bed, Mami. I'll meet you there soon."
"Yeah?" I yawn.
"M-hm."
She leans in and kisses me. It's a struggle for me not to return it, but it'd be hard to convince Vega that I'm as tired as I'm trying to portray if I try and deepen the kiss.
"Come on, Bugger," I say, holding out my hand to the little brat. Amber takes it immediately, but Vega stops me from taking her.
"I'll put her to bed in a second." She says.
I narrow my eyes at her.
She smiles back at me. "I promise. I won't try to sleep with her again. I'll be in soon."
I stand there blinking stupidly and yawning until she pinky promises me that she's coming back to my bed once she's done.
And by the time she does come back to my bedroom, I've been fake sleeping so long I nearly do fall asleep.
"Jade?" She calls softly.
I don't move.
She touches my shoulder lightly. "Jade?"
I mumble something unintelligible before burrowing down further into my bed.
She climbs in next to me.
I tilt my head upward as subtly as I can so that I can peek at her through my eyelashes. Just like before, her back is to me so I open my eyes fully and I wait. It's not long before I hear it, the sound of rustling sheets. And what's more, I see her arm moving in jerky movements. I narrow my eyes at the back of her head.
Is she really diddling her duey in my bed?
Is that what she can't sleep without? Is that what she thought I'd laugh at her for?
I give a big sigh and drape my arm over her waist, wanting to know for sure if that's what she's doing. I seriously have to know.
Seriously.
She goes still immediately. But I got what I wanted. Turns out she's not touching herself. She can't be. Her hand is too high. So what the fuck is she doing?
"Jade?" she whispers after a beat.
I ignore her.
"Jade? Are you awake?" She tries again. As if I'd answer that!
She waits just a little longer before she goes back to what she was doing.
I shift a little closer to her and move my hand up a little, brushing against her fingers.
Oh. It's her belly button she's molesting. And though that's weird, I can't complain. At least she's not a thumb sucker.
Vega turns over.
Shit.
"Jade?"
I don't move a muscle, and it's so hard to keep my face relaxed and my breathing deep and even. But I must succeed because she whispers, "who knew you were big on cuddling." Before going back to that thing she does with her belly button.
I'm not a freakin' cuddler. I scowl at her behind my eyelids and move to take my hand off her waist, but she catches it in her hand.
"Stay still, Mami," she sighs out sleepily, before moving my hand down lower, dangerously close to her ass. Then she continues working on herself.
I stay absolutely still until she stops fingering her belly button, instinctively knowing that she's asleep now. Then I open my eyes and look at her. It's hard to make out her face in the dark, but I can still see enough, and I can't stop myself from smiling at her. She can't go to sleep without rubbing her belly button? That's what she was afraid to tell me. That's what she thought I'd laugh at?
Then I frown as a thought comes to my head. Has she gotten teased for it already? Is that why she was so sure I'd laugh? Then it occurs to me that in order for someone to tease her, they'd have to see her do it; and in order for them to see her do it, they'd have to sleep with her.
There's this weird possessiveness that comes over me at the thought. because Vega's mine now.
Mine. And I don't fucking share.
I lean in and kiss her lips.
Mine.
The tip of her nose.
Mine.
Her cheeks.
Mine.
Her forehead.
Mine
Her chin.
Mine
Her neck.
Mine. Mine. Fucking all mine.
The thoughts of her being mine repeat over and over again in my head. And before I know it, I've marked her neck half a dozen times, big eye-catching marks.
Mine. I think satisfactorily before going to sleep.
{~~~O~~~}
I'm the first one awake, though I was the last to go to sleep.
I put a t-shirt and some shorts on real quick before approaching my bed and shaking my girlfriend.
"Vega." I hiss.
She sits up immediately. "Jade? Oh my God, why didn't you wake me up!" she squeals, jumping out of the bed like it's on fire. She snatches up her phone. "Why didn't my alarm…"
I stare at her until she gets it. We're not late.
Though I can't fault her logic. I'd be thinking the same thing if I were in her shoes.
"Jade…" she whines. "It's five o'clock. Why are we up?"
"Rehearsal." I answer shortly.
"Whuh?"
"We're going to rehearse Beck and your lines until you get it right."
"But"-
"I'm not watching you go on another date with him!" I snap.
She drops her head into her hands and moans. "I don't wanna. I want to sleep." She whines.
I take out my script and gesture for her to do the same thing.
She doesn't move. Well, she does, but not in the direction I want her to. She drops back onto my bed, lying flat on her back.
I get a little frustrated and grab her script for her too.
Still she doesn't move.
Ugh. We're wasting time. The sooner Vega gets this, the better. I meant what I said. I'm not watching my girlfriend go on another date with Beck. We're gonna rehearse these lines until she's fuckin' perfect. That is, if I can get her to get up.
And I have no doubt that I can.
I get in bed with her and straddle her thighs.
Her eyes open immediately and I smirk at her. "Glad to see I've finally got your attention."
"Jade," she whines.
"I'm Nancy. You're Walter. And we just need to go over the last scene, babe. That's where you sucked the most."
"Hey!"
"But if you get it right the first time, you can go back to sleep, catch about two more hours' worth of z's." I negotiate.
That wakes her up some. She sits up, with me still sitting on her thighs, and starts reading over her lines. I raise an eyebrow at her. I thought for sure she would've pushed me off by now.
"Okay, let's do this." She mumbles after a while.
It takes quite a while, nearly two hours before I'm satisfied. She struggled the most on the "I love yous," which was a bit frustrating. How hard is it to tell someone you love them, huh? Especially someone who looks as good as I do and has been sitting in your lap for the past few hours. Why does she have to be so damn awkward about it?
"Ok, shower." I command, finally accepting that she's not gonna get any better.
"Whuh? What about my extra z's?" she pouts.
"It's seven o'clock, babe. We got an hour to get to school." I answer.
As if on cue, Joy knocks on my door. "Let's go girls! You're gonna be late," she yells through the door.
I'm surprised she didn't send one of her brats. Then again, maybe I'm not so surprised. They've seen us in one too many compromising positions already. Perhaps Joy was trying to prevent another.
"See," I smirk smugly at my girlfriend. "Shower."
She bites her lip nervously. "Um…"
"What?"
"I don't have anything to wear."
No shit.
"You can borrow something of mine." I answer with as little bite as I can muster. I mean what else is she gonna wear.
I roll my eyes when she hesitates. Jeez, just because I made her walk around with nothing but a towel once doesn't mean I'd do it again.
Sort of.
"I promise." I tell her.
She holds her pinky up and I nearly puke. Pinky promises this early in the morning should be fucking illegal. "Seriously, babe. I'll get you something to wear." I say, trying my best to avoid the inevitable.
But it is inevitable. Vega keeps her pinky up, and I have no choice but to link mine with hers.
She grins the second my finger touches hers, and suddenly it's not so bad.
I shake that thought away quickly, handing her a towel so she can get started.
And as soon as she leaves my room, she runs into Joy. Obviously she was on her way to knock on my door once again.
Joy gasps when she sees Vega.
"What'd you do to her?" she asks me.
"Amber did it," Vega supplies immediately. "It was an accident though."
Joy frowns, obviously confused. Maybe the bruise under the eye, Amber did, but those marks on Vega's neck are all me. I smirk at the look on Joy's face. I know she's got to be thinking the same thing. And maybe coming to the conclusion that maybe my girlfriend has no idea what her neck looks like right now.
"What?" Vega says, starting to get suspicious.
"It's nothing, babe. Go take your shower."
She leaves slowly, still looking from me to Joy. Once she shuts the bathroom door, I wait for it. My name. She should be screaming it in 3…2…1…
"Jade!"
And that's my cue. What a beautiful sound it is.
"Yeah, babe?" I ask innocently at the door.
She snatches it open and glares at me. "How did you…when…Jade!" she splutters, face going crimson.
"I'll get you a turtleneck." I smirk, pecking her lips lightly.
"That's not…ugh!" she groans, slamming the door in my face.
I'd get mad about that, but right now I can't help laughing at her. When I turn around to head for my bedroom, Joy's still standing there. She rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head.
"What?" I scowl.
"Sweetie," I roll my eyes. I really hate it when Joy calls me names like sweetie and honey, but I can't get her to stop either. Trust me, I've tried. "It's too hot out for her to be wearing a turtleneck." She finishes.
"We could always play hooky for a few days," is my answer.
"We? She's the one with the marks, Jade."
"So?"
"You're un-freaking believable, you know that?" she mutters before walking away.
Yeah, I know, but Joy is right. It's hot out, so I grab Vega that sleeveless navy blue turtleneck that I never wear, some shorts, and random underpants. Then I head for the bathroom, which isn't locked this time.
Vega doesn't seem to be too mad. No one really sings cheerful tunes when they're mad, right? Because that's what Vega's doing, singing to herself in the shower. And she's not too bad at it if I'm completely honest with myself.
I set her clothes down on the counter and nearly leave. But I don't. I can't seem to help myself. I want to see her. And before I can overthink it, I strip and get in with her as quickly as I can. It's not that big of a deal, right? I've seen her naked before, she's seen me naked before, we should be able to shower together and it not be a problem.
Wrong.
Vega's washing her hair, eyes closed tightly. She doesn't even know I'm here and I just…stare.
Like I said, I've seen my girlfriend naked before, but I'm realizing that I wasn't really looking before. My girlfriend's body looks a hundred times better than what I remember.
Suddenly Vega opens her eyes, and she starts to wazz out.
"Jade! What are you"-
I clamp a hand over her mouth. "Shut up!" I hiss.
She bites me. I don't know why I never remember that she does shit like that.
"Jade, you can't just"-
"What? Take a shower with my girlfriend. Don't be stupid Vega. We're running late. It'd be suspicious if we didn't try to shower together. Get it together!" I hiss at her before reaching past her and grabbing the body wash out of the hanging caddy.
I begin to wash myself, completely ignoring her so that she can see there's no funny business intended. Just showers.
It works. She relaxes soon enough and finishes her hair.
Naturally, she's the first one out. I can't hear her get dress over the water, but I imagine she's done when I hear the blow dryer start up.
"Vega!" I yell, suddenly remembering that I didn't bring in anything to wear since my shower with her was a spur of the moment deal.
"Yeah?"
"Bring me something to wear!" I order.
"Please?"
"Please." I parrot with a roll of my eyes.
By the time she comes back, I'm wrapped in a towel. I don't wait for her to start blow-drying her hair again before I slip on my underwear, the action causing my towel to split open just for a few seconds.
"Jade?"
"What?"
"What was that?"
I look up at my girlfriend and she's pointing at me, but down low, towards my duey. I just give her an eyebrow because I need her to be just a little bit more specific
"Where'd you get it?" she persists...without those specifics that I mentioned needing.
I still don't know what the fuck she's talking about, but I answer anyway.
"My Vagina? I was born with it, Vega."
"No." she opens my towel a little and points at the bruise on my hip. "This." She says, reaching out to touch it.
Oh God, I nearly moan.
Get it together Jade. Snap at her!
"I got it yesterday when somebody fell into a narcoleptic sleep and dropped me." I glare at her as if I'm just now remembering to be wazzed off about it. But I'm not really. It doesn't hurt anymore.
"I did that?" she gasps. The horror on her face is so genuine that I can't even bring myself to make her feel any worse.
"It's no big deal," I shrug.
She bends over, and before I can ask her what the fuck she's doing, she places a soft kiss on my bruised hip.
Fuck!
Oh God, get her from down there, Jade! Now!
"You know, that doesn't make it any better." I say as dispassionately as I can, hoping to make her angry.
But she doesn't play along. If anything, she looks even sadder.
She rises up and looks me dead in the eyes. "I know. But I'm still really sorry, Jade."
God, all the puppy looks are fucking killing me. I seriously can't take it.
"I know, but it was an accident, unlike these…" I trail off, touching her neck where I've marked her half a dozen times. If I could just get a bit of anger to flare up in her, it'll make me feel that much better.
"You could still try to make them feel better, you know," she snaps back at me.
There's a little bit of that fire I'd been wanting; but then Vega's eyes widen, like she can't believe she just said that. I think back to what it was, something about me trying to make her hurts feel better too…
"You want me to kiss your neck?" I grin.
She shifts a little uncomfortably, so before she can change her mind, I lower my head and gently press my lips to her neck.
"Better?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "Maybe you should try it again."
I expect her to look away, embarrassed but she holds her ground and stares me down. She really wants it.
I oblige immediately.
Vega doesn't seem to be as aware of me in a physical sense as I am of her. A perfect example of that is just this morning, I was sitting in her lap, and all she could think about was how sleepy she was. If it had been reversed, I would've been shifting uncomfortably the whole time, trying my best to keep my bottoms dry.
Now that she's seemed to notice me that way, there's no way I'm going to waste this opportunity to make an impression on her.
I lean in again, brushing my lips over one of the most prominent marks. I kiss it softly, reverently, as if I'm really trying to make it feel better, though I'm sure it doesn't hurt.
Vega tilts her head a little, offering more of herself for me to take, and I don't hesitate. I kiss all the marks, every inch of her neck. She's whimpering now. It's a good sound, one that spurs me on because it lets me know that she likes what I'm doing.
But I want her to get louder. I dart my tongue out, tasting her. She grips my shoulder and whispers my name.
I smirk. She really likes that. That's good to know.
I pull back. "All better now?" I tease; which could be easily translated into "do you want me to stop."
She shakes her head. "No."
I dip back in and press my teeth to her neck, skimming over the soft skin.
"Jade?" Vega gasps. "Don't bite."
I kiss my way up her neck, to her ear. "I know, baby." I whisper. She shudders and I smile before taking her earlobe in between my teeth.
No biting Jade.
God bitch, Do you fucking mind?
But as irritating and intrusive as Tori is, I still listen to her because she's right. Vega doesn't like being bitten. So I suck on her earlobe instead.
She makes the funniest little sound in her throat, this squeak/swallow… thing.
I like it. I wanna hear it again.
But she turns her head abruptly, catching me off guard and clamps on to my top lip with the very tip of her teeth and tugs gently.
Something inside of me clenches, and not my gut. Something much lower; and my knees, they're fucking starting to go weak like one of those pathetic damsels in distress. I have to sit down. Now, or I'm gonna fall flat on my ass because I just don't feel steady enough to keep upright on my own right now.
I push Vega roughly, shoving her onto the toilet seat.
"Thank God the lids down." She murmurs, not missing a beat and never letting go of me so I get pulled down into her lap.
Then she's back to kissing me.
I suddenly realize that she's in more control of the situation than I am now, and though this isn't a contest, I feel the need to win, to be the one in control.
I push my tongue into her mouth, needing her to submit to me some kind of way, but she catches it! Between her teeth, she just clamps down, gently enough not to hurt me, and then pushes it back with her own tongue.
Whoa daddy. How the fuck…
Oh, God, I'm suddenly distracted by all the other interesting things she can do with her tongue….and her lips…and her teeth…
Then all of a sudden she's gone. She's detached her lips from mine. I make to protest, but the only thing that happens is I draw in a deep lungful of air.
I'd forgotten to breathe while she was kissing me; that I need to breathe.
But Vega doesn't seem to. She's already latched her lips on to my neck. I'm still panting, trying to catch my breath back, so the first nip catches me by complete surprise. I jump and let out this embarrassing high pitched noise.
"Too hard, mami?"
I shake my head. "Again," I gasp.
She does it again.
"Harder." I moan
She pulls back from me. Eyes hard with want and I fucking do it. I wet my flimsy bottoms. I feel my towel drop. I'm not surprised I didn't lose it before. I'd been pressed so tightly to Vega that there was no way to lose it.
Then her hands are on my ass, but only for a second. She's slowly caressing her way up to my hips. I moan loudly because that feels so fucking good.
"Shh Mami." She kisses my lips quickly before going back to my neck.
I don't think she realizes that I don't care if all of L.A. hears me. But I try my best to keep quiet, she might stop if I don't.
And I don't want her to stop.
Her hands go back to my ass and she pulls me closer to her before pushing herself up against me.
Jeez-the-fuck-us! I completely lose it. I need the rest of my clothes off, all of her clothes off, and I need her inside me. Now.
Suddenly the door's snatched open. "Guys, I gotta wazz, really bad."
Seriously? Fucking Amber. Can't she see that I'm…?
Wait, what am I doing? I blink and come to my senses.
Oh God. I can't believe I was gonna….that me and Vega were…Shit! I'm supposed to be saving myself for somebody special, not giving my virginity to Vega!