Although you know you should stop staring, if only because Jade scares you witless and you fear Tori would cut you down like she did to Ryder, but watching the two of them dance around each other is like watching a car wreck, you just can't look away. They just never seem to be dancing the same dance. Instead it is more like they are stepping on each other's feet continually; yet every so often their individual beats just fall into harmony with each other. It is then and only then where they both let go of whatever difference between the two is the highlight of the week.
When that occurs one can't help but look on in awe, but at the same time you want to look away because it feels as though you're intruding on an intimate moment. One that should only included the two in question.
Before long they fall out of harmony with one another, and the status quo returns; insults hurled one way and that look that says 'come on, really?' back the other. When these times return, you can't help but wonder if you were either dreaming of a pleasant day at Hollywood Arts or if both Jade and Tori suffer from some sort of shared selective memory loss.
How was it that they could just dismiss the magical moments between them? Then again perhaps they didn't seem so magical to those involved, to them it could simply be that it is a normal part of their relationship.
You watch them slip back into harmony again; you wonder how long it will last this time. You've left yourself perched on the edge of your seat; awaiting discord to strike again. You stay that way for three days before you get tired of waiting in anticipation, so you relax, telling yourself that you're expecting the blow-up to happen and you know it will happen soon enough.
Another week passes by and still the insults and looks haven't returned. So you let yourself believe that they might have finally settled whatever all the animosity was about. It's not until about two weeks after that, when you are walking the dog and you happen to look into a cafe as you pass by, that you see them both, for a short moment you watch, because you've never seen them outside of the school grounds and you still find them entrancing to watch.
When Jade stands you lurch into action and begin to make your way down the street again, but not before talking one last glance through the window; just in time to see Jade lean down and lightly kiss a smiling Tori on the cheek. Your jaw drops as your dog pulls your stunned self down the street. Whenever it is that your brain resumes functioning, you let all that anxiety, the same anxiety you told yourself you let go of, drain from your body. Because somehow, you are sure that those two will be dancing in harmony for a long while to come.