Disclaimer: I don't own the inspiration for this chizz (Victorious)
Author's note: Alright, this is another quite short chapter. But definitely longer than the previous two. More of Tori's internal conflict, then next chapter some unexpected (even to me) action happens…
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Tori Doesn't Know About Robots
I glanced at the clock every five minutes. Well, it felt like that but each time I checked the harsh face had barely budged.
Sikowitz was giving us our long awaited lesson on the history of robots, which I probably would have found fun had I not been so innately aware of André's every move. Not that there were many.
He seemed as stiff as I felt, struggling so hard not to move that he had rendered himself completely motionless, eyes fixed on the carpet. I assume this was too avoid looking at me, he probably hated me. I kinda hated myself.
Dark circles surrounded my eyes, betraying the fact that I hadn't slept a wink last night. I stayed up, my mind planning what I would do tomorrow. Grab André by the shoulder and tell him how I really felt, or slap him and even in my bolder moments I entertained thoughts of walking straight up and kissing him again. My cheeks grew hot as I tried to shake this thought from my mind, paranoid that somebody would know what I was thinking.
I swore I could still feel his lips on mine, his body warmth heating my heart and sending my blood pumping through my veins at a mile a minute.
No matter how much I scrubbed, I couldn't get the feeling of his hands through my hair, wrapped around my waist, his scent lingered in my nose and his lips on my lips.
My chair clattered to the floor as I stood up and ran out of the room.
Tori Vega: I guess I'll never know the origin of robots…
Mood: Overwhelmed