2 minutes till the bell goes, and I'll be free for the weekend. Sikowitz is blabbering on about how to play a character that's feared by others. I've think I've got that part down and nailed. 1 minute more. I'm so ready to leave school. get home and enjoy the weekend. Other than that slight mishap during lunch, I'd say that today wasn't too bad, but I'm so glad it over.

Wait. Vega is going to be in my house in a few hours. This day just went to hell, once again.

"...and to send you off for the weekend, please remember to take a coconut each from the box by the door. I had them imported from Fiji. Remember to do your assignment. Class dismissed."

Needless to say, none of us took a coconut.

I'm awoken by three loud knocks. I groggily pick up my phone to check the time. Fuck, 8.04pm. Looks like my after school nap turned out to be longer than I had planned. I roll not so gracefully off the couch and trudge toward the front door, flinging it open, and staring at Tori expectantly.

"Umm...can I come in?" she says after a few moments, when she realizes that I'm not going to invite her in.

"Nobody's stopping you," I snap back, placing one of my hands on the door frame, leaning against it.

"But you're standing in the middle of...oh never mind." With a sigh, she ducks under my arm that's leaning against the door fame and walks into the house.

I close the door behind her, as she stands in the hall, looking at some of the family photos that are on display. She stares particularly long at the photo of my parents, my sister and I. Well, here come the questions.

"Jade, I didn't know you had a sister." See. Vega's predictable like that, and also incapable of minding her own business.

"Why would you know? She doesn't even live here." I call back as I start climbing the stairs to my room. The answer satisfies her and she hurriedly follows behind me, like she may get lost if she doesn't stay close. From the corner of my eye, I see her crack a little smile when she seems my room door. I can imagine why. My door has a picture of the gang from that time we decided to go to the beach in Beck's rv hanging in the middle of it, help up by a small pair of scissor-shaped thumbtacks. As much as those iggits annoy the living hell out of me, I really do care about them. We enter and I tell Tori to make herself comfortable on my bed while I get some writing materials and my laptop. She plonks herself down right in the middle of my king sized mattress and takes in the decor of my room. Black walls, black ceilings, bookshelf, dresser, walk-in-wardrobe, a mini keyboard and voice recording machine, regular room stuff for a Hollywood Arts student. What makes it uniquely Jade is the jars that held strange items set on my display shelf, Bullet for my Valentine and Black Veil Brides posters lining the wall, and of course, my signed The Scissoring poster and prized scissors that I had framed and put up a little after Christmas. My room wouldn't be complete without them.

"So Jade, we have to pick two emotions from this list to center our play around. Which two do you wanna do?" Vega starts off, eyes scanning through the list of words.

I snatch the paper away from her and take a look at it myself. Happiness, love, anxiety, lust, anger, gratitude, depression, fear...blah...blah...coconut visions? Coconut visions isn't an emotion. Trust Sikowitz to write that into the list anyway.

I look back up at Vega and see her looking at me with that same look she was giving me during lunch. Really? Again?

"Now what Vega?"

She pauses and I can see the look of fear and hesitation pass in her eyes, probably deciding whether she wants to speak up or not. She's a smart girl, like that.

"Do you really have to be mean all the time? You don't have to pretend to be a cold hearted snake around me, you know." She responds in a soft, wary voice, suddenly finding the silk thread of my comforter extremely interesting.

Yeah, no way that's gonna happen any time soon, especially not with Vega. I look her head in the eye and respond with the most emotionless, neutral voice, "Have you ever thought, Vega, that maybe, I just don't like you? That I don't want to be nice to you? Or maybe that none of this is an act, and that I just am a cold hearted snake, as you so kindly put it? Actually, if you think about it, I even have green snake eyes to match the persona."

"You know what? Forget I said anything. Let's just get over and done with and then you'll be free to find someone else to be a gank to," she huffs, with hurt evident in her voice, blowing away a lock of hair that had fallen onto her face during our little dispute. It's kind of adorable when she does that.

Wait what? Where did that come from? You don't use the adjective "cute" to describe someone you hate. Get it together Jade.

"Yeah, I can do that."

ScottyBgood: You'll find out what abuse Jade gets from her father in time to come, along with the reason why. But by the time I do get that point, you'll be looking for this story in the M rated section.

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