A/N: Saw Liz Gilles make an appearance on The Exes...yay! I really hope Dan does a finale for Victorious...**fingers crossed**
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Chap 3
Tori
I woke up to the feeling of warm sunlight bathing my skin from the open curtains. I rolled over and tried but failed at stifling the yawn that came up that very moment. The sudden throbbing that started was a dreadful reminder of what had happened yesterday. I'm really not looking forward to this get together or seeing Ryder again. The first and only time I actually met him I got engaged to him. I've seen him around the church always throwing weird looks my way but I never expected that this was what it meant. Nothing hurt me more at that moment than to know my parents had been arranging this whole thing behind my back. Shouldn't you be able to choose who you want to marry? Who you want to share your whole life with? I groaned and reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom to examine the bruise in the mirror. It's nothing that makeup can't cover. It could've been worse. I sighed and peeled off my clothes and started the shower. I got in and out in record time, dried off and got dressed. I sat down and began to work on covering the bruise as subtly as possible. I don't feel like getting into it with my dad about how much makeup I have on even though he is the reason for me wearing it. I went downstairs to see my mom setting the table. "Oh Tori you're here. Help me set the table and when you are done get the food from the kitchen and put it on the table" I nodded and began busying myself with the task at hand. By the time I was done I heard a knock on the door. My dad came out of nowhere and rushed over to get it.
"Mr. & Mrs. Daniels pleasure to see you again" he greeted them. "Ryder my boy good to see you" he asked shaking his hand.
"As always sir" he responded silkily. I rolled my eyes. There is something about him that I just don't like.
"Come in please" he moved and ushered them inside.
"Ah my lovely fiancé" he takes my hand and kisses it with a syrupy smile plastered on his face. I wipe my hand on my shirt once he turns away. This is gonna be a long day. Dinner preceded with small conversations mainly my parents discussing the last sermon. I pretty much tuned them out. I kept my eyes on my plate to avoid the heated gaze Ryder keeps sending my way. I've never felt more exposed clothed than I do right now.
"We have most of the costs covered. We have contacted the florists so you can cover the catering and the band." This convo perked my ear up. "So in about a month and a half then?" my dad said.
"What's in a month and a half? I questioned. He turned and gave me a disapproving look. "Your wedding. Why don't you go outside with Ryder while the adults talk?" It wasn't a question more like an order. I got up threw my napkin on the plate and walked outside. I felt like screaming. They didn't even ask me what I want. I don't want to get married that quickly especially to him. It's like they're trying to get rid of me but in an accessible way. I was fuming. I didn't realize Ryder had followed me out until I felt his breath on the back of my neck. I spun around quickly almost slapping him in the face. I would've if it wasn't for the death grip he had on my hand.
"You might want to watch that swing of yours honey." He grinned smugly.
"Ryder, you're hurting me let go of my hand." He squeezed harder and pulled me up against him burying his face in my neck.
"You know I like my women submissive to the fullest and once we get married you are mines to do with as I see fit" he muttered while running his free hand down my backside. "If we were alone right now I'd take that sweet ass of yours for a test run." He loosened his grip just enough so he could see my face. It must've displayed the horror I was feeling at his words. "What? You think I give a damn about their beliefs or whatever mumbo jumbo they talk about? I just wanted to fuck you. I never planned on the marriage part but I'll have to take it since it's the only way to get you out of your parent's hands." I couldn't begin to explain the emotional turmoil I was feeling inside. "You wanna run and tell your sweet papa?" He said mockingly. "Go ahead I'm sure he'll believe you." I hate to admit that he's right but he is. He released me and I rubbed my hand willing back circulation in it. He had that sickening smile on his face again. "Yes Victoria I'm going to enjoy having you." He laughed and headed back to the house. I fell to my knees and choked back the tears that threatened to come. I couldn't believe the things he said. He's probably worse than my father. I've never felt more trapped. I wish Trina was still here. Maybe then they wouldn't be how they are now. Maybe I wouldn't have felt obligated to make up for the tragedy I caused. I swiped at the stray tear, got up and went back inside.
Jade
Dare I say I missed her? I haven't seen her in 2 days and its driving me a bit crazy. I swam, shopped, cleaned, drove around aimlessly all to keep from thinking about her. That was just yesterday. Today I'm working some more on the script. This unrequited love stuff is way out of my league but I wanted a challenge…something to take me out of my comfort zone. I reread it and decided to kill off the character who can't win the love of the other. That'll be a tearjerker. I got to work. The sound of the phone ringing pulled me out of my concentration. "What?" I answered without checking the id. "Jade" my heart skipped a beat. "Vega what's up" I asked casually. "Can I come over?"
"Ahh...yeah sure"
"Great be there in 5" she disconnected. I guess she was already on her way before she called. I dashed upstairs and grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank. I only had enough time to dab on a little lip gloss and eyeliner before I heard the knock. I ran downstairs to let her in.
"Hi" she greeted me with the hugest smile on her face. "Hey…come in". I moved and closed the door. There she was in all her glory.
"So I thought we could work the song and then I was thinking maybe we could do another."
"Umm ok so let's get to it" I led her to my study room. She took off her jacket and I let my eyes drink in her figure. The jeans fit her snugly outlining the curve of her cute ass and the tee she was wearing clung to her small but perky boobs. What I would give to be her bra…Stop Jade and focus! I looked down and noticed a slightly fading bruise around her wrist. I grabbed her had to look at it.
"Oh…I…ahh squeezed it a little too hard. You know nervous habit" She's a terrible liar. She's telling the truth about the squeeze but not inflicted by herself. I didn't push her about it. We spent the next few hours bouncing ideas off each other for the song. We took a break from the writing to snack on some fruits. She sat on the couch devouring and apple. My perverted mind slowed down her action to something very erotic. I barely heard what she asked. I looked at her in confusion. She got my drift and repeated herself.
"I asked you how did you know you were gay?" I did not expect that. So I fired back
"How did you know you were straight?" I asked with a smirk. She laughed.
"You know what I mean like did you know from the beginning? "
"No I didn't. I did the straight thing throughout my teen years and then I met this girl when I was around 21 and I fell head over heels for her. She was a singer too." I watched her choke on the piece of apple she was chewing. I grinned. She cleared her throat and spoke up.
"Well umm…you know us singers can be very persuasive."
"Mhmm…so what about you." I took this opportunity to pry a bit.
"Well I didn't know that you should be anything but straight. It's how I was raised. I have a friend that's gay of course my parents don't know about him but I love him just the same."
"So no school girl crushes or experiments?"
"Nope I guess I'm a line."
"I guess you're just straight."
We finished up our fruits and went back to work. I tried to shrug off the strange convo we just had. I read the new addition to my script for her and she cried. She said something about it being so tragic that got to her. That's the reaction I was hoping for. Damn I'm good.