Author's note: Okay, I think this is gonna be the last time I apologize for the late update. It's getting redundant, and you're probably sick of my excuses. But I'm really sorry about how long I took. I hope you enjoy it.
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{~~~~JADE~~~~}
When Vega runs upstairs, I'm a little surprised. Not the whole running upstairs thing per se, just the timing. I honestly expected her to freak out about twenty minutes ago. That's when the hook up scene between her and Cat was shown.
I'm not gonna lie. It was pretty hot. The way Vega just yanked her into the closet and seemingly had her way with her.
Now, I realize I'm supposed to be jealous, but anyone with half a brain can see that it was fake. Even if I didn't see the look of utter confusion and surprise on Vega's face when she finally realized what was supposedly happening, (and it took a freakin' while for the dummy to catch on), I still would've figured it out.
Honestly, the whole scene was poorly done. Everything was implied. And I mean everything. There was no actual clip of Cat and Vega doing anything sexual with each other. No kissing, or holding hands, not even a freakin' lustful stare was exchanged between the two. Vega and Cat had no chemistry, no sort of foreplay to play off of. It just came out of nowhere. Which means it was obviously done to show the extent of Vega's sluttiness.
But the implied stuff… The moans, the shrieks, even the loud thuds coupled with the lack of visual confirmation, left much to the imagination. And I've got a pretty wild imagination. So wild that I could easily picture myself there with Vega instead of Cat.
It'd almost be like the last time me and Vega were in the closet together. The way I pushed her up against the ladder, had her leg up on my shoulder and pressed my body up against hers as I stretched her-
"Aren't you gonna go get that?"
My thoughts are interrupted by none other than Melissa fucking Belle. I really can't stand that girl. So I scowl at her, and not even on purpose. That's just my natural reaction to her fucking face. Especially right now.
Her scenes with Vega were a little, well, a lot, more believable. They had this connection that made my jaw twitch. Their stares weren't faked or edited in and their intimacy was pretty damn palpable. But, I have to assume that if Cat's hook up scene with Vega was faked, then so were Redhead's.
Redhead lifts an eyebrow at me and points up the stairs, toward the space my girlfriend disappeared. "Icky's having a meltdown. Are you gonna go handle it or what?"
God, I hate that she calls Vega that. It's irritating as hell. But more importantly, I really hate being told what to do. And the fact that Redhead is the one telling me what to do just puts me in a murderous mood. It's not like I don't know that I'm supposed to go to my girlfriend when she's upset. I was going to do it eventually, dammit!
"Fine, I'll do it." Redhead rolls her eyes and starts walking toward the stairs.
If this chick thinks that I'll let her upstairs near my girlfriend, alone, after what I just saw….
But it was fake, Jade. You know that.
Fuck off, Tori.
I push Redhead to the side and stomp my way up the stairs, cursing Vega out the whole time. Maybe it's not her fault the producers edited the show the way they did, but it is her fault they had so much to go on in the first place. She and Melissa just have way too much friggin' chemistry. And not just onscreen, but off screen as well. I swear, every time they talk to each other it's like they're prepping for a cerebral orgasm or something.
When I knock on Vega's door, she ignores me. I hate that, but I expected it all the same. She is upset after all.
God, this is so backwards. I'm the one who should be upset. According to "The Wood," she cheated on me with two different girls. Not to mention, all the "flirting" she did with other random girls and guys. Yet, I'm the one checking on her.
I don't knock again because it would be pointless. She obviously wants to be left alone, so I just open the door.
She still doesn't acknowledge me.
"Vega!" I snap.
Nothing.
I shut the door behind me and head for her.
She sighs. I don't hear it, but there's this heavy deflating of her chest that suggests it. Maybe she thinks I walked out. Maybe she's relieved that I've left.
"Vega." I call again, just to let her know that I'm still here.
Still nothing.
I really hate that fucking shit.
I stomp my way over to her, loudly, so she'll hear me coming and know just how irritated I am. But I still get no kind of response from her. She still ignores me.
I climb in bed with her and straddle her thighs. I don't know why I keep doing that, but it's officially become habit for me when my girlfriend is ignoring me.
She still ignores me.
I let out a frustrated growl and tug on her arm, but she fights me. I tug again, and again, getting absolutely nowhere with her.
I swear, this girl…she's just so damn stubborn.
But you like that, remember?
Shut up, Tori.
God I hate her. Can't she see I'm freakin busy. I'm on top of this stupid girl, trying to get her to come out and play and my conscience wants to remind me of those fucking dreams I've been having for the past week. The ones where Vega's on top of me and-
I shake my head and clear my thoughts. That's not the kind of Vega I'm dealing with right now. I'm dealing with the real one. The sensitive one. And I get an idea.
I lean down and kiss her arm softly.
She flinches a little, but I keep going, wanting her to relax; show her that I care and all that stuff. I kiss her elbow, her wrists, her fingers, until she finally drops her arms from her face.
A rude and sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue, but one look at her face and I can't deliver it. I've never been the type to kick puppies. And Vega has that… look.
I really hate that face. It makes me feel things. Like protective and shit. I'm seriously gonna have to kill someone for making her hurt. Also, there's this small twitch against my heart. It's not exactly pain, but it's not exactly comfortable either. I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's just…I don't know. I just don't freakin' like it. .
"What?" she glares. At least I think it's a glare; but the "look"... It's totally fucking the glare up, making her look even more pitiful than before.
I cup her face with both hands and stare her straight in the eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?" It's nearly a plea on my end. I need her to tell me what's wrong with her so I can hurry up and fix it; get rid of that fucking "look."
"I looked like a slut." She sniffs.
I let out a small sigh. That again? I really need to find out why she hates being called a slut, because this is definitely not a normal reaction a girl should have to such a common insult chicks receive in high school. But first things first. Get rid of the "look."
I lean in a little more. "So what?" I whisper. Then I kiss her lips softly. "It's just a TV show. Everyone knows you're not a slut."
She shakes her head a little, and it looks like she's about to protest a little more so I interrupt her.
"Anyone who matters anyway." I continue. "I'm the one who should be bawling like a newborn. Did you see what they did to my character?"
She doesn't answer, but I can tell she's starting to feel just a little bit better. The "look" is starting to disappear and her hands are no longer by her side but resting gently on my bare thighs; which actually feels pretty okay. Though it'd be much better if she'd-
Focus Jade!
Damn, I hate it when that bitch is right.
"I was practically a whining doormat. And an insecure, and jealous, girlfriend." I continue without missing a beat.
She gives me a small smile and I feel her hands raise a little as she absently begins playing with the hem of my skirt; which barely clears an eighth of my thighs right now.
"See?" I manage to smile back, rather than moan.
I gotta keep my cool. I don't think she even realizes she's doing it. There's no mischievous teasing twinkle stuff in her eyes, just her looking up at me hopefully. Hanging on my every word. Counting on me to make her feel better. I can do that for her, but on my terms.
"Nothing to get upset over." I force myself to continue. "You're not a slut. And I'm not some whining little bitch who lets her girlfriend cheat on her. I mean, come on. Everyone knows you're too scared of me to try something like that anyway." I finish, knowing if it'll ruffle her feathers if I call her scaredy cat.
"That's not true." She speaks up, right on cue.
"Oh?" I blink, still trying to keep my cool. I really wish she'd realize where her hands are right now and what they're doing; because they're not idly playing with the hem of my skirt any longer. They're under my skirt, on my thighs making slow circles with just the tip of her fingernails. It's driving me insane!
"Yeah, I'm not afraid of you."
"Oh?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow at her and crossing my arms over my chest. What I really want is to be able to cross my legs as well.
Again, I find myself fighting back a moan when her hands rise even higher on my body, then she encircles my waist and uses it as leverage to hoist herself up.
"Nope." She answers before biting my chin.
God, would it kill her to fucking kiss me every once in a while? She never kisses me. If she does, it's with so little passion that she might as well be kissing her grandma. She doesn't try to stick her tongue in my mouth unless I start it.
You'd think she would've tried at least once while we were filming. At least to reiterate the fact that I'm her girlfriend to the would-be viewers out there. But she didn't. And what's worse, The producers of "The Wood" picked up on it too.
There was this one scene where they showed a whole bunch of clips of couples kissing, like normal fucking couples do, and then they showed how Vega was always biting me.
Just thinking of that makes me a bit angry and I bite her back. See how she likes that.
She doesn't. You're the one who likes it, dummy.
Fuck you, Tori.
"Don't bite me." Vega snaps.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I snap back before biting her again.
"Jade…" She warns. Frowning at me like she's scolding some goddamn kindergartener and it seriously wazzes me off. I lean forward, ready to bite her again, because I'm not gonna let her tell me what to do.
Suddenly, I find myself beneath her and she's glaring down at me. Fuck, this is just like in my dreams. I shift a little, trying to close my legs so I don't wet her or anything when she growls, "Stop it."
"Or what?" I gasp. My God she's sexy when she's like this. If she were to lean down and bite me I would totally-
Abruptly, she climbs off of me, heading for the door. I sit up. Where the fuck is she going? I come in here to cheer her up and she's got the nerve to get all pissy with me.
I hop out of the bed and follow her.
"Where are you going?" I demand.
"Out."
Out? Out? I swear this girl…
She opens her door. I shut it. "Don't walk away from me, Vega." I growl.
She's still got her back to me, but I know, I know, she just rolled her eyes. It pisses me off even more. She did this on the show too. Ignored me, dismissed me, I hated that.
"Stop." she hisses angrily before opening the door back.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I snap, like nearly literally snap and lose my freakin mind. This girl is gonna give me fuckin ulcers. I swear it!
I try to shut the door again, but then she yanks my hand away and I shove her. I don't like the way she treats me. It's like she doesn't remember who I am. And if she needs a reminder then so be it.
She pushes me back.
My eyes go wide. I don't know why I'm surprised. My girlfriend has gotten a bit bolder the longer we've been dating, but I'm in charge dammit. And with that singular thought racing through my head, I shove her really hard.
She hits the wall with a loud thud. Then she clutches at the back of her head and slides down, her eyes screwed shut tight.
Fuck.
"Vega?" I call.
No answer. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I didn't mean to…I wasn't trying to…fuck!
"Baby?" I squat down in front of her and grab her face with both hands, I'm even about to apologize when she opens her eyes.
"Gotcha." She smirks, and then she's on top of me. I'm so relieved I didn't brain damage her that I don't even get mad at her. I can't.
"Good one." I roll my eyes. "Now get off of me."
"So, I won?" She grins.
I narrow my eyes at her. If she's waiting for confirmation, she's going to be waiting for the next millennium.
I guess she knows that because she leans down and gives me a quick peck on the chin.
It irks me. I want a real kiss. Not whatever the fuck that was supposed to be. And it pisses me off that she doesn't give me what I want. So I bite her again, right on the cheek.
"Jade!" she squeals angrily. Like I care.
"What?" I scowl back at her defiantly before pushing at her chest, wanting her to get off me now. I'm not in the mood to be around her.
But Vega grabs both of my hands quickly and has them pinned above my head before I can even wrap my head around the fact that the chick didn't get off of me when I freakin' told her to.
"Don't do that." She growls at me, eyes narrowed and intense.
Damn.
I try to press my thighs together to keep from getting wet. It's not working. I have to distract Vega from what's going on down there, so I raise my eyebrows at her and say, "Just because I let you on top of me doesn't mean you can talk to me like that, and it doesn't mean I'll let you pin my wrists down as well."
She frowns at me and I think she's gonna let me go until she leans in closer, staring me straight in the eyes. "Let me on top of you? Mami, I took that."
Took that. Those words trigger something in me and instantly I'm reminded of my dreams, the ones I've been having for about a week straight now. They all pretty much go the same way:
Me and Vega are arguing about something stupid, as we always do. Then for some reason I climb on top of her. I don't know why, I just seem to like being on top of her. I yell at her some more until I finally say something to completely piss her off, and then she flips us over and she's on top of me now. And as much as I love being on top of her, it's not so bad being underneath her either. But only because I manage to say something harsh to her and she gets mad, and I get wet because a mad Vega is a sexy Vega. Pretty soon she looks down there, and I know it's because she knows that I've gotten wet. I try to hide it but it's too late. She gives me a teasing smile and puts her hand down there. I have no idea how I lose my underwear, but they're always gone by this time. This is when she finds out I'm a virgin. She pauses, looks me straight in the eyes, and I always say "take it." And she does. She takes my virginity and it doesn't hurt the way all the girls say it does. It's the best feeling in the world, intense and satisfying. Until I wake up, drenched in sweat and wet.
I hate sweating.
And I hate wetting. It's embarrassing. But I feel it happening now. I'm getting wet. And Vega's just goofing around on top of me. How is it that I that I become this horny freak every time we're in a position like this, yet she's always completely unaffected?
That's another thing that irks me about her. She never seems to get turned on by me. "Get off of me!" I growl menacingly, suddenly just wanting to go home and get myself together. So what if she doesn't get those kinds of reactions to me. It's not like we're really dating.
"Don't tell me what to do." Vega teases me. And I get it. She's being cute, throwing my favorite phrase back at me, but I'm not in the mood for cute. I'm in the mood for sex. And she's not because she's in the mood for fucking cute. So I need her to get the fuck off of me.
She wraps her legs around me, trapping my legs shut, which is good, but I still need her to get off. I push at her and she pushes back. I push some more, wiggling and squirming around, starting to get desperate.
I could scream at her, but there's a small part of me that's enjoying this, and another part of myself that that too prideful to let her see me unnerved and panicked. So I keep quiet. As quiet as I can. There's a moan here, a gasp there, a grunt in between, and fucking sweat.
I hate sweating.
It makes me angry enough to give me another burst of energy. I wiggle more ferociously. I know she's starting to tire out. We've been going at it for a while now.
Finally, I get one of my legs free. But it's not as satisfying as I thought it would be. I haven't put myself any closer to being freed. I've put myself closer to Hornyville, because now Vega's got a leg in between mine and her knee keeps brushing against me.
I squirm even more, more desperate than ever to get out of this mess. I manage to get my other leg free and it's possibly the worst and best thing that's ever happened to me. The best because now she's completely in between my legs and it feels really good to have her there, brushing up against me. The worst because she has no idea what's going on. She thinks we're "fighting."
I start squeezing, thinking maybe if I suffocate her, she'll give up.
She doesn't. She puts a hand on my hip, pinning me down and starts squirming around like a maniac. Can you say stimulation? Fuck! Then she gets one leg free and she's wrapping it around me, and pushing the other against me again.
I gasp. I'm not exactly sure how long I'll be able to keep it together.
I have to do something! So I lean up, and bite her. In my head, my message is clear. You're doing something I don't like, so I'm gonna do something you don't like. And maybe she'll get the message. Maybe she'll get off of me and storm off.
She doesn't. I see her pull her hand back and I think…no. She wouldn't dare.
A movement at the door catches my eye. It's fucking redhead. Vega didn't shut the door back. And before I can tell her to get off of me again, I feel it. Two quick smacks to the back of my bare thigh. The reason she had such good access, is because my skirt has ridden all the way up to my navel.
And fucking Melissa saw. "I'm gonna kill you." I growl.
"I won." She grins, giving me one of those quick old lady kisses.
"Whatever." I roll my eyes. I don't even care to be upset by it right now because Redhead saw. She saw Vega on top of me and she saw Vega spank me. This has got to be one of the worst days of my life!
"Oh. My God!" Redhead squeals, still at the doorway. You'd think she'd leave and give us some privacy.
Vega's eyes go wide and she turns around to look at her friend.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." She gushes. Next thing I know, Vega's clumsily crawling off of me and running to the door. Toward Redhead. Then she shuts the door behind herself. But not before I hear Redhead say something about not knowing that Vega was the top.
I just lay there for a second and catch my breath, still a bit tired from what Vega just put me through. But I feel a bit better. Redhead thinks me and Vega were splunking. I can work with that.
Then I get up. I can't lay there forever. Especially not while I feel as sweaty and stuff. I walk over to Vega's dresser and start going through them. I'm not snooping. I'm finding something to wear. But I do find something other than clothing in the first drawer that I open. It's sitting right on top. And it's a ziplock. In it, is a lock of hair. Brown hair. My hair.
She kept it?
And I get this feeling that maybe she's not as unaffected by me as I am by her. Maybe she shows it in a different way. But since this was taken nearly two months ago, maybe she's just a freak.
Suddenly the door's opened and my girlfriend walks in.
"Vega!" I shout. "Tell me why you still have this." I demand, holding the ziplock up for her to see.
She squints a little and begins walking toward me. Then I can see it click.
"What were you doing going through my drawers?" She squeals. Her face has gone crimson and it does me good to know that she's completely mortified. She makes to snatch the hair away, but I draw my hand back out of her reach and brace my other hand against her stomach.
She takes a step back but I fist her shirt and pull her closer so she can hear me clearly as I drop my voice down a few octaves.
"What would you do about me going through your drawers?" I murmur. "Spank me?"
Her face gets even redder, but I have to give her credit. She doesn't look away from me. Not once.
She reaches for the ziplock again, but I pull back even further. And then her eyes drop. And she's staring at my boobs. Like seriously staring as if she's mesmerized.
I clear my throat and try to hide the huge grin that wants to paint my face.
She looks up for a brief second before her eyes lower back down to my boobs. Then she finally looks into my eyes.
Oh. My. God. She actually, blatantly checked me out.
"See something you like, Vega?" I tease.
"Or somethings." She says. I blink at her. Too shocked to believe I heard what I just heard; until she reaches for the ziplock again. She looks a bit irritated when I don't hand it over. And God knows I love an irritated Vega. "And stay out of my drawers." She tells me, reaching for it again.
I bite my lip "Or?"
"Don't make me bend you over." She growls, but there's this little light of mischief in her eyes. She's playing with me. So I play back.
"What makes you think I'd let you bend me over?"
"What makes you think I'd ask?" she counters, and I really wasn't expecting that one. I'm so surprised that she actually manages to snatch the ziplock out of my hand and stuff it back in her dresser. "Stay out of my drawers." She adds, as if that's final. Like she's truly the top in this relationship.
I want to scowl at her, but I'm not so successful. She has her moments when I don't know… I don't have to pretend so hard to like her. Don't get me wrong. I know I want her, but wanting her and liking her are two separate things.
She pecks my lips and starts taking off her jeans. Like when she does that. I don't like it. But I do like to see her without clothes on, and before she can catch me staring at her I cross my arms over my chest and ask her what she's doing.
"You sweated on me." She winks, then she starts changing. Ugh, I wish she'd forget it.
Suddenly Papa Vega, bursts into the room. No knocking at all.
"Tori!" He exclaims excitedly.
"Dad! Knock!" She yells back.
He doesn't seem the least bit phased and continues as if she'd never said anything. "I got you a present." He says, eyes bright.
"Now? It's not my birthday." She frowns. I roll my eyes. Who cares if it's her birthday? A present is a present.
"I'm a man of my word." He explains. Which only serves to confuse Vega even more.
Curious.
"You're word? When did you promise to get me a ….oh no." She falters.
Oh, I gotta see what it is now.
Then he pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
My jaw drops. Is he serious? Did he seriously get his "baby girl" a pair of handcuffs? He knows what we're gonna do with them, right? He's got to know, so….what the heck is….does that mean? I'm so confused. Parents are supposed to tell their children sex is bad, right?
Well, Joy doesn't tell me that every time she "catches" me and Vega together. She doesn't really say much at all. But at the same time, I don't imagine her buying us a strap on any time soon.
"Nice right?" He winks at her. When he throws them, Vega catches them and examines them for a bit before getting nervous and shoving them in a drawer. Then she runs out of the room and leaves me here.
That's fine by me, well, it isn't really. I'd very much like to talk to her about her new toy; but I can understand she's embarrassed. So I take it upon myself to go through her drawer, like she told me not to do, and take it.
{~~~O~~~}
Stealing Vega's handcuffs was a good idea. She wasn't ever gonna use them. In fact, she doesn't even realize they're missing.
I, however, had plans on using them. This weekend in fact, but that won't be happening.
Freakin' Joy has to go away this weekend. She claims it's really important. That she could lose her job if she doesn't go. And I don't need to be reminded of what would happen to me if Joy lost her job. She's paying for me to go to Hollywood Arts. So no job for Joy, means no Hollywood Arts for Jade.
That's not that bad part. The bad part is she can't take her rejects with her. I have to watch them. So there'll be no splunking this weekend. Not when those brats don't have their mother to entertain them. I bet they'll be knocking on my door every five minutes. God, I'm getting a headache from the thought alone.
"Jade!" Joy screams at me from downstairs.
"Joy!" I scream back.
"Can you come down here please?!"
I exhale sharply and make my way downstairs. If she asks me if I have everything I'll need to take care of the brats one more goddamn time…
"Is there anything else you need? Anything you can remember that I've forgotten?" She asks distractedly while running around the living room and packing and unpacking last minute stuff.
UGH!
"Let's see, there's money for pizza." She checks the table. "Leftovers in the fridge." She runs to the kitchen and checks that I guess. "Laundry's been done." I don't know why she goes to the laundry room. If the laundry hasn't been done, no clothes would be in there. They'd be upstairs in our rooms.
She comes back and stands in front of me, ready to tick off some last minute instructions. I don't let her get a word out.
"Just leave already!" I yell. "I can take care of the brats."
She's completely unfazed by my yelling as she pulls her phone out of her pocket. "Maybe I can get Tori to come over."
No she didn't.
"It's not rocket science!" I all but scream. "Feed them, cloth them, put them to sleep!"
"And school Jade! They have to go to school!" She freaks on me.
Like I didn't know that. But this woman is giving me a headache. So I tell her what she wants to hear so she can get out of my freakin' hair.
"Fine Joy. I'll have Vega come over. She can spend the whole weekend."
"That's great!" Joy's face lights up from pure relief. She kisses my forehead. I really hate it when she does that. Then she kisses her brats and is finally out the door.
As soon as she's gone, it starts. Amber wanders up to me, pats my hip and says, "Jade?"
"No!" I scream at her. She jumps and her eyes grow as big as softballs. I bet she wazzed her pants a little.
That's not nice, Jade.
Fuck off Tori.
But the bitch keeps nagging me until I feel like I just have to find Thing Two and see what the hell she wanted.
I catch up to her halfway up the stairs.
"What'd you want?" I demand.
She jumps and gives a little squeak. "Nothing." She shakes her head frantically. "Sorry I bothered you." She says before practically running away from me.
I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
Obviously, you do.
Whatever. I roll my eyes and head for the brats' bedroom.
"What'd you want, Booger?" I ask at their doorway.
Amber doesn't look at me. Just claims she didn't want anything before asking Riley to help her put a few braids in her hair. It's not a complicated trick, but the girl is slightly retarded so usually Joy helps her. Only, Joy isn't here right now.
"No." Riley answers quickly, immediately, almost before Amber could get out what she wanted from her.
I can't help but think Vega'd do it if she were here. Or at least she'd make me.
So I go over to the little pre-terd and put a few braids in her hair. She's wearing green extensions today, like mine. If I had enough time, I'd change mine just for that reason alone.
God, you're being a wazzbag today.
I roll my eyes. It's one thing for Tori to boss me around, it's another for her to insult me. But what can I do to her? Exactly, nothing.
"Jade! We have to go to school now!" Amber tugs on my hand.
I snatch away from her.
"Or we can not go to school." Riley gives me a hopeful smile.
I roll my eyes and shepherd the little terds into my car. There's no way in hell I'd let them skip school.
"I call front!" one exclaims.
"You sat up front yesterday!" the other rebuttals.
"Both of you sit in the back."
Riley gives me the stink eye. Amber seems to think it's fair. Like I care either way.
I ignore them both the whole ride. Until they get out of the car. Riley hops out without a backward glance, but Amber tells me bye.
I don't say anything and she hesitates for a second before getting out. It's maybe three seconds before Tori has me calling Amber back to my car. I scoot over and hang my head out the passenger window and yell her name. She comes running back, though she wasn't far to begin with. I see Riley stop, waiting impatiently for her sister.
When Thing Two's face is really close to mine, I tell her to have a good day, to be good, and all that other stuff.
It lights the kid up.
"I will!" she gushes loudly. Just irritating, that child is.
Then she says bye and gives me a quick kiss, and not on my cheek. My eyes widen, and so do hers. "I'm sorry!" she squeals, clearly distressed. I just blink at her, still trying to compute what just happened.
"Tori always…when we say goodbye she always…" she stumbles, red-faced and hyper-hopping from one foot to the next. "I'm sorry!" she cries again.
"Vega kisses you?" I ask, but she doesn't hear me. She's already gone. She's run away to catch up with her sister.
They're not too far away and I hear Riley say, "You kissed Jade?"
Amber nods miserably.
"What's wrong with you?" Riley continues.
A car honks its horn behind me, but I ignore it. I'll move when I want to.
Another honk.
I can't help but fume. Vega can't kiss me, but she'll kiss the brats.
Another honk.
They're not even part of the deal. Vega's supposed to be dating me, not my whole family!
Another honk.
I don't go around kissing Mama or Papa Vega, and I sure as hell don't even have any dealings with Other Vega.
I drive off, probably wanting to get to school early for the first time in my life because I know Vega will be there.
And she is. If I was scowling before I'm killing people with my looks now because fucking Ryder's at Vega's locker, and she's smiling at the filthy piece of wazzshit.
I stomp my way over to her. When she notices I'm beside her, she doesn't miss a beat.
"Hey Mami," she says before freakin' biting me.
"Give me your arm." I command.
She does it, like always, and happily too. Does she not see that I'm seriously wazzed off?
"Jade, too tight." She gasps, no doubt referring to the grip I have on her wrist. Like I give a fuck.
I push her into the nearest bathroom. It's already occupied.
"Out!" I yell at two senior girls. They all but knock each other down trying to get out fast enough. Then I hear the toilet flush and a nasty little freshman runs out without washing her hands.
"What's wrong?" Vega asks, concern all over her face as she absently rubs her wrist. And before Tori can make me feel bad for manhandling Vega, words flow out of my mouth.
"I thought I told you to stay away from that guy!"
"Who, Ryder?"
"Yes, fucking Ryder."
"Language!" She hisses at me, eyes wide.
I don't give a damn about my fucking language. Even Tori's not pestering me about it right now.
"And if you didn't notice," she continues. "He was at my locker. What was I supposed to do, ignore him?"
"Yes!" I exclaim. "Ignore him, tell him to wazz off, hit him, something, anything, but smile at him!
"It's called being polite, Jade! I'm a nice person. Not everyone can be like you!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She smiles at me. Not outright though. It's one of those smiles she gives me when she doesn't really want to smile at me, but she just can't help it.
And I know why she's smiling. I sounded just like Cat. Thank God that's the only Cat habit that's rubbed off on me.
"What'd he want?" I sigh, trying to bring my temper down.
"Don't worry, I'm not going."
That's not an answer to my question. And suddenly my temper's flared up again. "Not going where, Vega?" I growl.
"Jade…" she sighs.
"Not going where, Vega?" I repeat menacingly, taking a few steps toward her. I don't stop until I'm close enough to bump chests with her if she inhales too deep. My attempt to purposely make her feel uncomfortable is successful. She turns her head, unable to face me. I grab her chin and make her face me.
She gives a slight jerk of her head, escaping the hold I have on her before answering. "He's having a party tonight; but I'm not going."
"Damn right you're not."
She narrows her eyes at me. She's never liked me telling her what to do, and for a second I think she's going to tell me that she's going to the wazzshit's party anyway. But she says, "Why don't you like him anyway?" instead.
"Why don't you like being called a slut?" I deflect automatically.
I had no intentions of asking her so bluntly, but it just came out before I could even think about it.
She gasps and her eyes start shining. And there's hurt all over her face. And the "look."
"It's just not a nice word." She replies evasively, taking a step back from me.
I realize this is a touchy subject for her, and that she doesn't want to talk about it. I do; but I push anyway.
I take two steps forward and wrap my arms around her waist, trapping her there. "It's not a nice word?" I question.
"Yeah." She hangs her head and braces both hands against my stomach.
"Vega?"
She keeps her head down, ignoring me.
The bell rings, and she heaves a huge sigh of relief. If she actually thinks I'm gonna let her go just because of the bell, she's got another thing coming.
She tries to step away from me, but I hold her firmly.
"Let me go."
I narrow my eyes at her, and pull her closer.
"You promised!" She panics. Like there's real panic. What is she talking about? I never promised her anything other than I wouldn't call her a slut again. And I haven't done that.
"Get off!" She yells before shoving me away with all her strength. And I'm so taken aback I let her go.
She rushes by me, not sparing one look back. And instead of realizing that this is something serious, and that I need to respect Vega's privacy, maybe even wait for her to tell me when she's ready, I make it my personal mission to figure this shit out.
If that means I have to talk to that other Vega, then so be it.
As I walk out of the bathroom, Other Vega runs right by me. I blink. It's like fucking fate or something.
"Hey, Trina!" I yell. She skids to a stop, but it doesn't seem as if she's about to lose her balance even with wearing those ridiculously high heeled boots.
"What?" she scowls at me.
"Why doesn't your sister like being called a slut?"
She blinks at me before covering it up with a light shrug. "Nobody likes being called a slut."
I narrow my eyes at her and cross my arms over my chest. "Those boots make you look like a slut, slut."
She rolls her eyes at me and heads off for class.
"See that!" I exclaim, following behind her.
"See what?"
"I called you a slut, and it didn't faze you. If Vega gets called a slut, she starts crying."
"Yeah, well, Tori's a crybaby," she shrugs. And keeps walking.
I grab her arm, and yank her around to face me. "Vega is not a crybaby!"
Trina blinks at me and I backtrack a little. "Well, she whines a lot; but she's not a crybaby." And she's not. I watched her jump out a car, scrape up her knees, get caught naked by Joy. I've hit her, stretched her legs, bitten her, pulled her hair, called her every insult I could think of, including a bitch, and she never cried. Not once. Yet, call her a slut and she gets the "look."
Trina stares at me carefully. "It seems like you know her pretty well." She frowns.
"I'm her girlfriend!"
"I guess." She shrugs.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"It means, I gotta get to class," she answers, flipping her hair as if she's the most gorgeous girl in the entire universe. Then she walks away from me.
Damn Vegas. Always walking away from me.
It eats at me all day. First period, second period, third period. My brains a big jumble of a mess by the time I hit fourth period. Sikowitz.
He takes us through a couple improv exercises, before starting his lecture. I wouldn't say it's a boring one today, more like a less hands on lesson. He's actually doing more instructing and board-writing than having us volunteer. It's perfect.
I write a quick note, telling Vega to spend the night at my place tonight. Then I tap my girlfriend on the shoulder. She ignores me until I dig my nail in painfully into her neck.
She turns back, glares at me. And I glare right back while holding out the note for her to take…and she better take it.
She snatches it away from me and reads it quickly. Then she turns back to me and shakes her head.
No?
I quickly write out another note asking her why not and tap her back again. She ignores me…again. I swear this girl…
I scoot my chair up closer to hers and kick the leg of her chair.
She jumps and I see her jaw tighten, but other than that, still nothing.
I kick the back of her chair. Hard. She nearly falls over.
When she rights herself she yells, "Okay, Jade jeez!" before snatching the note out of my hand and reading it quickly. Everyone in the class turns to look at her, and Sikowitz begins walking over to her. She shoves the piece of paper in her mouth. God, I hope she doesn't choke on it this time. I guess Sikowitz is hoping the same thing because he leaves her alone.
Once he returns back to the lecture, my phone buzzes. It's a text from Vega saying she can't come to my place tonight.
I text her back immediately, asking her why not.
She takes a little longer messaging me back, so I know it's not a two word sentence. When I get the text my phone says:
Vega: I promised Melissa I'd go out with her tonight. And don't tell me to un-promise her because I pinky promised.
I read the text three times before coming to the simple conclusion that my girlfriend must get off on making me mad.
But I keep my face neutral as I text back a simple, "Why?"
Vega: She needs me
Me: What if I need you?
Vega: Need me for what?
Me: What's she need you for?"
Vega: Moral support
Me: For what?
Vega: She and Danny broke up.
Me: Why'd he dump her?
Vega: Other way around
Me: Then why does she need moral support?
She just shakes her head. Then her phone chimes and she starts laughing the text…one I didn't send. She looks over at Redhead and Redhead winks at her.
Vega glances back at me and I give her a glare so menacing I should see wazz running down her leg any minute now, but she just smiles at me and turns back toward Redhead. She makes the motion with her finger, I can't tell what it means, but then Redhead rolls her eyes and puts her hair up in a bun.
I swear those two and their brainfucking just makes me wanna rip all that hair out of Redhead's head.
The bell rings and Cat jumps up, announcing lunch time like we don't know already. Everyone rushes out to the grub truck, Vega walking in front of me and behind Melissa. I think she's doing it on purpose, staying between me and Redhead so I'll keep my hands and feet to myself. Vega can be smart when she wants to be.
Vega orders the cobb salad, no eggs, which will end up on her salad anyway and she knows it. Redhead orders the cobb salad, no bacon…which will end up with bacon all over it because the food only comes one way. There's no such thing as 'have it your way' on the grub truck.
I order a burger, because I'm feeling especially carnal right now.
Then I sit down in between Vega and Redhead. No, I don't want to sit by me-fucking-lissa, but it'll keep the brainfucking down.
At least, I thought it would, but it doesn't. It only makes it more…long-distance-y.
Like how Vega has to practically crawl over me to scoop the eggs she didn't want onto Redhead's plate. And then she's spooning up the bacon Redhead didn't want.
"You forgot some, Icky."
"Eat it!" I glare at Redhead.
"You eat it!" She yells back at me.
"Jade!" Tori hisses at me before reaching over and scooping up the bit of bacon she accidently left behind.
I'm about to do a bit more screaming when Beck comes to the table and sits beside Vega. What the hell? He hasn't sat with us ever since I told him I cheated on him.
"Why'd they cancel "The Wood?"" he asks, leaning over a little so he can stare directly at me.
I forgot how well he knows me.
"Why are you asking me?" I cross my arms over my chest defensively. Even though I know exactly why they canceled "The Wood." Monday, I went to see the producers and kindly asked them to cut the show a different way, preferably in a way that didn't make my girlfriend look like a slut. They didn't want to, told me that they'd found gold. So, I asked them again, just not as nicely.
"They cancelled the wood?" Vega frowns, full of confusion. Then everyone starts whispering. I pay them no attention; just watch my girlfriend go from confused to pleased. She's not grinning outright, but there's a small smile she's trying to hide.
Then, as if to verify Beck's story, the producers show up at our table, along with Lane, and give us the bad news.
Everyone seems genuinely disappointed. Everyone except for me and Vega. And well, Redhead…she seems a little disappointed, but not as bad as everyone. She's giving Vega this smile, one that's full of understanding and sympathy. And Vega's smiling back at her.
Suddenly, I want Vega to know that I'm the reason the show got cancelled. I want her to be smiling at me, and so I blurt out, "I'm glad I could persuade you two" with an evil smile aimed at the producers.
They nod with wide eyes and scramble off.
"Wait a minute," Robbie frowns. "You're the reason they're cancelling the show?"
"And?" I shrug.
"Why?" Cat pouts.
"I have my reasons." I answer while looking down at my nails. My polish is starting to chip, so I just start finishing the job.
"What'd you do, Jade?" I hear Lane ask, his voice tired and resigned.
Poor guy. Seems everything that goes wrong at this school could be traced back to me if he's willing to pursue long enough. I guess he's getting tired of seeing me in his office.
I shrug my shoulders and look up at him with a bright smile on my face. "I didn't threaten to kill anyone." I answer in the sweetest voice I can muster.
And I didn't. I threatened the only thing men seem to care about. Their manhood.
"Come with me." Lane sighs.
I get up and I'm surprised when Vega gets up too.
"Wait!" She calls. "I'm coming too."
"Tori"-
"I helped her. I didn't want to do the show anyway." Vega halfway lies.
"Fine, come on Tori."
Vega walks around me and pinches Redhead's shoulder. Redhead pinches Vega back. They go back and forth with that about three times before Redhead stands up with a loud sigh and claims she helped threaten the producers too.
It's totally obvious that she did no such thing, so André takes his cue from her. "I helped too." He lies.
Lane rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Beck, Robbie, Cat, are you guys coming too?"
"Kay, kay!" Cat giggles, hopping up from her seat.
"I guess." Robbie sighs, obviously not wanting to get pulled into this.
Rex stays quiet, thank God.
Everyone turns to look at Beck. After about five seconds he shrugs his shoulder. "Why not?"
Huh. Well, I wasn't expecting that one. And instead of feeling relieved that he's being so friendly, I find myself feeling mighty suspicious instead.
We start heading for Lane's office…until we make a left, then a right, and then we're standing in front of Sikowitz's classroom.
What the hell?
"Sikowitz is going to come up with a creative punishment for you all." Lane says.
I try my best not to hide my smirk. Sikowitz dishing out punishment? Oh, this is the best day of my life….Until the coconut sucking nut tells us we'll be singing for a bunch of four year olds at a birthday party.
My mouth drops open in absolute horror. I feel utterly betrayed. Like someone I trust just literally stabbed me in the back.
And maybe singing to a bunch of four year olds won't kill me physically, but I know a little part of me is about to die on the inside.
Once we're dismissed, Vega pulls me aside.
"Thank you, Jade." She says. There's so much gratitude in her voice and eyes but I brush it away. Gratitudes and thank you's can't give me my soul back.
The rest of my classes are agonizingly slow, not that I have anything to look forward to when it's time to go home anyway. Just bratsitting. But the end of the day does come, as all end of the school days do.
I make my way to my car automatically, not really paying much attention to my surroundings or the people around me. I don't even notice when my girlfriend comes up beside me until she shouts my name.
"What?!" I scowl at her.
She blinks at me.
I continue to scowl at her while lifting my eyebrows impatiently.
"Nothing," she murmurs. "I'll call you later, okay?"
I'm about to tell her not to bother when Redhead comes hopping up to her side. "Icky, hurry up and bite your girlfriend goodbye so we can go!"
Bitch.
I hook a finger through Vega's belt loops and yank her to me. Reflex has her hands on my shoulder for balance before she can yell at me for manhandling her. And then I have my lips on hers, kissing her with more passion than I've ever kissed a soul in my life.
"Seriously," Redhead grunts while yanking on my girlfriend's arm. She's successful in ending the kiss, but not getting Vega out of my grasp. "You can mark your territory when someone is actually trying to move in on your girl." She rolls her eyes at me. Then she gives another yank and I let Vega go so she can go shopping or whatever with Redhead.
"She wasn't"- Vega pants.
"Puh-lease." Redhead interrupts before grabbing my girlfriend's hand and marching her off. Vega's a bit clumsy, so she trips a few times; but only because she keeps looking back at me, a shy smile on her face. And I'll admit to getting some satisfaction out of that.
But now I've got that thing to face. I've got to play mommy to two brats.
If I'm being honest with myself, it's not so bad actually. I pick them up. I feed them. I tell them to stay out of my hair or I'll kill 'em, and then I go up to my room and shut the door. I nearly lock it because Joy's not here to enforce the stupid rule, but I change my mind at the last minute. What good would it do anyway?
Then the rest of my day goes by quickly. I do my homework, my nails, listen to music, feed the brats again, work on a song I've been working on for the better part of a month, shower…you know, the usual.
Until I get an unusual call from Vega at about 11pm. I say unusual because Vega's normally tucked in this late at night. What the hell's she doing up so late?
I answer on the fifth ring, wanting her to wait on me.
"What?" I bark.
"Um…Jade?"
"What?" I repeat, but with a little less bite. I don't know why I feel there's something wrong, but I do.
"Um…"
"Spit it out!" I start to freak.
"Can you come pick us up?"
"Us?"
"Melissa drove her car, but now she's drunk. I can drive her home, but then I'm going to need a ride home myself."
I start slipping some sweats on before asking her why she couldn't call her father.
"They're visiting my aunt for the weekend." She answers.
"They?"
"My family."
"Everyone?" I've got my shoes on now.
"Yes."
"Where are you?" I sigh. There's a pause. A long one. "Vega? I said, "Where are you?""
"Jade, don't get mad." She says. And I get pissed immediately because I know exactly where she is. But I want her to say it.
And I want it to not be true.
"Where are you?" I repeat coldly.
"Ryder's party."
I hang up on her. Too pissed to yell at her over the phone. I want to save my energy for the face to face confrontation.
I get the girls up; tell them to put on their shoes. Riley's down for the trip. Amber not so much. I have to practically put her shoes on for her and carry her to my car.
My mood is black and so is the night sky. Granted it's always black because its night time, but this is real black. This is the clouds covering up the sky, blocking the moon and the stars, black.
I call Vega up as soon as I get to the piece of wazzshit's house. There are too many people, inside and out. Joy would skin me alive if I left the girls in the car to go find her.
But my girlfriend doesn't answer.
I call her again.
Still no answer.
I wouldn't say I start to freak out, but I start to freak the fuck out. That's when I hear the first clap of thunder. And see the first slash of lightning. It's about to pour.
One of the brats starts whimpering in the back. I know it's Amber so I try extra hard not to turn around and tell her to shut up.
The rain starts falling. Not little raindrops either. It's like someone just pressed the "on" button for rain.
I count down from twenty before calling Vega again. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four…then she answers with a simple, "Jade?"
"Where the fuck are you?"
"Walking."
"Where?"
"From Melissa's."
I remember where Redhead lives so I hang up and head that way. And Vega, the freakin' nut job, is indeed walking in the fucking storm. I pull up beside her and honk my horn.
She walks even faster.
I honk again, and she all but starts running, until Riley pokes her head out of her window and screams her name.
Vega turns around, relief all over her face.
Who the hell did she think I was anyway?
She quickly climbs into the passenger seat, soaking wet and with no words to give.
She doesn't apologize for going to Ryder's party when she knows how I feel about the wazzball. She doesn't apologize for waking me up out of my sleep, even though I wasn't asleep. She doesn't even apologize for getting the inside of my car wet.
Seriously?
I turn in my seat and stare at her, eyes raised until she looks at me.
"Don't you have something to say, Vega?"
"No." She says simply before bucking herself up and staring out her window.
"No?" I mock.
She turns and faces me. "No." she says firmly.
I hear collective gasps from the back seat. Thing One and Thing Two know it's about to go down between me and my girlfriend.
I start my car and speed off. Vega frowns, but doesn't tell me to slow down. Not once. But Tori has no shame in reminding me that I've got others in the car besides me and Vega.
I slow down.
We ride in silence for about ten minutes before Vega realizes I'm not taking her home. She doesn't say anything, but her back stiffens and I see her draw a few deep breaths as if she's trying to keep her anger in check. Then she pulls out her phone. I swear if she's calling Redhead…
Fortunately, it's her father she's talking to right now. Unfortunately for me, the whole conversation is in Spanish. I have no idea what she's saying, but I know I heard my name a few times.
I grit my teeth. The action causing me to have a very sore jaw by the time I finally pull up to my house.
Vega doesn't look at me, not once, as she turns in her seat to address the brats in the back seat. I expected them to be asleep by now, but I guess all the lightning, thunder, and explosive tension between me and my girlfriend was enough to keep them up.
"You guys ready?" Vega pulls a grin out for them like freakin' magic.
They both give her small smiles and big nods.
"On the count of three, we're gonna race up to the house, okay?"
I roll my eyes. Why's she babying them? It's water, loud noise, and silent firecrackers."
Lightening is a lot more dangerous than fire crackers, Jade!
Fuck off, Tori.
"I bet I'll win," Riley grins.
"I bet you won't." Vega challenges. "Come on, Mamita." She grins even wider tugging Amber up to the front seat.
"Alright, one…two…"
Riley shoots out of the car, Vega and Amber right behind her calling her a cheater.
I have half the mind to make them wait out in the rain and thunder, but before Tori can get on my case, Vega pulls out her set of keys and the door opens.
What the…When…How the fuck?"
The answer's obvious. Joy gave Vega a key to my house; but still…What the fuck?
I yank my keys out of the ignition when Vega shuts the front door, when Vega shuts me out of my own house.
I quickly make my way to the door, thinking up all the creative ways I'm going to kill this girl if she's locked me out.
She hasn't.
I make sure to lock up. Then I'm stomping my way upstairs.
Vega's got the brats in dry jammies already and they're both in Riley's bed. She says something to them; something about dummies and bay soap or something. Then I realize it was Spanish when they both pucker their lips up and she gives them a kiss. My left eye twitches.
Vega smiles down them and tells them to sleep. When she looks up and sees me, her smile drops completely.
If I was a whiny bitch, that would've stung. As it were, I'm still super pissed at her right now, so I glare right back at her.
She walks up to me, gives me a cold look and brushes by me.
Tori stops me from yanking her hair and directs me toward the brats. I take a few steps into their room. "If you're not asleep in twenty minutes, a monsters gonna come in and eat your face. So go to sleep." I scowl at them.
Amber gasps and shuts her eyes tight. Retard.
Riley rolls her eyes. She's taken more than twenty minutes to go to sleep her whole life and no monster's ever come after her. Slightly smarter retard.
"Usually, Joy stands watch at your door, but she's not here and I ain't gonna do it." I see a shadow of doubt flicker across Riley's eyes and I turn off their light. There's shuffling as she tries to bury herself under the blankets.
Kids are so dumb.
Now to deal with a dumb teenager.
I'm in my room in seconds, and Vega's got nothing but her underwear on. I almost get distracted. But the way she's rummaging through my drawer with stiff angry little jerks, it just sets the mood for this fight that's coming.
Vega looks up at me. "Well, let's get this over with." She says evenly before turning back to her task.
I yank my shoes off. "You know how I feel about Ryder! I've warned you, and you go to his party after I you told me you wouldn't go!" I yell.
She finds a shirt, and just as she's about to put it over her head, she says, "I didn't know I was going to Ryder's party. Lissa drove and she wouldn't tell me where we were going."
"Oh she wouldn't?" I scoff, yanking down my sweats.
"No. people still like to surprise people, Jade." She scowls nastily, and I try not to get distracted by the way her ass keeps wigging while she's rummaging in my drawers again, no doubt looking for shorts.
"Remind me why she had to take you out again." I glare at her, pulling my shirt up over my head.
"Moral support."
"Oh, that's right. Because she dumped her boyfriend."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Vega stops pulling the shorts up midthigh to frown at me. "Why?" she echoes.
"Yes, why'd she dump her boyfriend?"
"Because I told her he cheated on me."
I scoff at her. "And she dumped her boyfriend because of that?"
"Yes." Vega's frown deepens.
I roll my eyes. She can be so stupid sometimes. "If Beck's ex-girlfriend came up and told me that he cheated on her, do you think I'd dump him?"
She pulls her, well, my shorts up the rest of the way with a snap. "Why not? You dumped him because he was talking to another girl."
I unhook my bra. "That's not the same thing."
"How's it not the same thing?"
"Because I didn't really dump him, I'm just teaching him a lesson!" I hiss.
Vega blinks at me. "Fine!" She exclaims before flopping down on her side of the bed. Then she turns her back on me and closes her eyes.
Fuck.
The look. I just saw it and I didn't even call her a slut.
I take a deep breath and take off my underwear before climbing in bed next to her.
"Vega." I say.
She ignores me.
I rise up on my elbow and lean over her.
"I'm done." I announce.
She tenses a little. "Done with what?"
"Fighting. So turn over and kiss me goodnight."
She turns over, eyes blazing. "Just because you're done fighting doesn't mean we're done, Jade West!"
"You're really hot when you're mad." I grin at her.
It doesn't even take half a second for her face to turn red.
"Shut up." She groans, turning slightly so she can hide her face in her pillow.
It takes a little while for me to coax her out of there, but a few kisses to the back of her neck, the side of her face, and her ear, has her turning to face me.
"We done?" I ask.
She studies my face. I stare back at her, not willing to let her know just how unnerving it is when she does that.
"Yeah, Mami. We're done." She concedes before nipping my bottom lip.
I pull back and glare at her. "You don't have to bite all the time, Vega. You can kiss me sometimes too."
Instead of being offended by my harsh tome, she grins at me. And I realize what I've just said, so I try to clean it up a little bit.
"Not that you're that great of a kisser, anyway."
She rolls over on top of me, quickly and abruptly. "I'm a great kisser, Mami." She bends her head to prove it before I can tell her to get off.
She starts off slow, leaving lingering kisses on my bottom lip. I expect her tongue to come next, but it's her hands. They move down to my hip and pin me down to the bed. I try my best to suppress a shudder when it finally comes. Her tongue. She tastes me, and gently pushes. I don't open. Not until her hands move up a little higher. Three more inches and she'll have one of my boobs in her hand. There's a small pinching sensation along my ribs, and I gasp.
That's how Vega gets her tongue in.
Shit. I need to put some shorts on before I wet her up again. I'll probably have to start buying fuckin' Depends.
There's a knock on my door, and Vega pulls back immediately. She doesn't look the least bit disappointed. In fact, she looks both relieved and happy.
I frown at her.
"They knocked." She says before hopping off of me and going to the door.
"So what?" I sit up and glare at her.
"They never knock." She grins back at me.
She's right. They usually barge in, until now I guess. Now if we could just train them to leave us alone all together.
"Has it been twenty minutes?" Amber asks as soon as my door's opened.
"We can't go to sleep." Riley adds on.
"No!" I scream, because I know what's coming next.
"You can sleep with us." Vega ignores me.
Both the cockblocking brats smile.
I fold my arms over my chest as Vega starts rummaging through my drawers again. She pulls out a shirt and some shorts. I know they're for me but I refuse to put them on. Like that matters. Vega literally dresses me. Even recruits the brats to help.
"I call not sleeping next to Amber." I snap.
Amber gives me this sad look, like I just killed her puppy, and I scowl back at her, telling myself I don't care the whole time.
"Turn off the light." I tell her.
She does it.
"Come on Mamita" Vega says before patting the spot next to her. Like she can see it. But she makes her way to the bed with little difficulty. Then Vega makes her lay on her stomach and begins to rub her back. Vega pats my hand, wanting for me to do the same to Thing One, but I think she' had a bit of chronic crack cocaine if she thinks I'd ever do such a thing.
"Mami, please." Vega whines.
I roll my eyes and rub the brat's back. "You owe me." I tell her.
"Fine." She whispers.
As I rub Thing One's back, I think up all the ways I'm going to make Vega pay me back for this. About fifty percent end up being sexual favors. I mentally curse Vega. My mind was never in the gutter this much before I met her.
My arm's sore, but the brat's sleep so I just let it lie across her back to rest.
"Jade?" Vega whispers. I nearly answer her when I remember that she probably doesn't want an answer. It's late, and she's tired, but she can't sleep until she fingers her belly button. And she's too embarrassed to do it in front of me.
Jade?" she calls again.
I ignore her. Maybe while she's in the middle of it, I can pretend to wake up and see her doing it. Then I can tell her that I'm okay with it and there's nothing to be embarrassed about. She could molest her belly button in front of me without getting teased.
Then I feel the bed dip a little and Vega suddenly kisses my forehead. Then my lips. "Goodnight, Mami." She whispers before going back to her side.
I listen to her play with herself until she's done. I rise up a little, peeking at her, and I get this feeling. A warmth in my chest. I know what it means. It means I'm going soft. Especially if the sight of a sleeping Vega makes my chest swell.
And I have another soft moment. I reach my hand out, seeking hers, and fall asleep with her hand in mine.