Disclaimer: I really wish I did, but then I would have to worry about mobs with pitchforks and torches, and I'll have to defend myself with my slingshot.
A/N: I planned on updating last night, but I figured it might be better if I just updated today (and ended up adding about 300 words in the process). And then I realized, I have absolutely NO idea how long this is going to be. I don't even know where I'd want to end it. But don't worry, you'll get at least another 5 chapters from me for this one. And when I get stuck on this one, I'll try working on Culpable, which is so much harder to write for some reason. And of course Tangible (if you read my Cam stories) is side-by-side with this one because I write both at the same time.
Anyway, now that I've given you my monologue about how my chapters are being operated, please enjoy the next chapter in Break.
Chapter 5
"Planning on getting dressed?"
"Tell me how you got in here first."
I pause the video on the screen and glance at her, my eyes starting as far down her legs as I could see, now that she had moved closer to the bed, and moving upward slowly, finally reaching her face what felt like ten minutes later, and she was staring at me. But where Vega would normally be a little flustered and uncomfortable, she's watching me curiously. Sighing in frustration, I turn away from her, to allow her to get dressed while I answer her question. "Beck dropped me off at home, and I decided there was nothing to do at home, so I drove myself here and of course, the front door was unlocked. I know your dad's a cop and all, but that's not going to stop someone from breaking in."
"So you just came over for absolutely no real reason?"
I nod. "Yeah, that's pretty much it." I wait until I feel her weight on the bed before I turn around to find a completely dressed Tori Vega staring at me. "So now that I'm here and I have no intention of leaving, what are we going to do? You're not going to kick me out, right? You shouldn't…I have an injury."
She rolls her eyes. "You've had that 'injury' for two weeks now. But no, I won't kick you out."
"Good, now…entertain me." I smirk as she crawls closer to me and she leans forward, kissing me briefly before pulling away and jumping off the bed. "What the hell, Vega?"
"Now we're even," she counters, copying my smirk as she leaves the bedroom. What the fuck was that all about? Is it because I left her in the janitor's closet after I kissed her? I groan and slide off of the bed, heading downstairs to the living room, where I can hear Tori in the kitchen fiddling with the microwave. I collapse onto the couch dramatically, sighing loudly so that she can hear me, and all I hear in response is her chuckling. "You know, Jade, you break into my house, show up in my room, and then demand that I entertain you. That's kind of messed up."
"Well, if you want to be technical, I didn't demand anything. I just merely suggested that you entertain me." I turn on the TV and watch as she sets a bowl of popcorn on the couch next to me before prancing over to the DVD player and feeding it some unknown disc that I couldn't see. Picking up the bowl of popcorn, she sat next to me, my arm slipping around her waist almost automatically. "So what are we watching?"
She shrugs. "I figured you'd hate watching anything remotely close to what I like to watch, so I found two of the only horror movies we have in the house." So I sit through one of the cheesiest so-called horror flicks without saying a word, and I can't even laugh at Vega because she's actually paying attention, which is weird because she's usually not into things like this. I can see her wince every so often when someone is attacked, but that's about it. Damn, Vega, did you grow a backbone?
Actually, I can't say that she didn't have a backbone before because she's stood up to me so many times that I've lost count. She's pretty confident about everything she does, and she's not even really scared if she isn't. She never even really seems afraid of me, more disappointed or upset at something I do. The only time I've ever seen her scared…I look at my arm and frown. She thought I was going to die. Is that what it takes to freak her out like that?
I don't even notice the movie's over until she stands up and switches the discs, a worried expression etched on her face when she turns to face me. "Is everything alright, Vega?" And I'm concerned that something's wrong, that she might be having second thoughts about all of this, in which case I really, really hope she isn't.
She shrugs. "You've been zoning out for the past ten minutes. Is everything okay with you?" Maybe she did notice that I wasn't paying attention to the movie. "Look, Jade, if you don't want to do this, it's fine. I'll just…I'll try to get over it and move on." I shake my head and pull her down onto the couch, cupping her cheek and kissing her with everything I'm worth.
"Hey, Tori, have you seen my…uh…" We pull apart and look over the back of the couch to where Trina is standing on the bottom step, hesitating to take that final step into the living room. "I told you that you were dating, didn't I? And you said you weren't." I glance at Tori in confusion, but she just shakes her head. "I know you better than you know yourself sometimes, Tori." I turn my attention back to the older Vega girl. "And you…If you break my sister's heart, I'll break your hand."
"Or my eardrums…" I mutter under my breath and Tori smirks. "I won't make any promises…" At this Tori's face falls. "But I'll try my best not to." And I hate to be soft, but I don't want to hurt Vega. There are just the kids at school that might hurt her, and I'll have to hurt them. But if our relationship is anything like mine was with Beck, we're in a world of trouble. Could you imagine Vega being all…like Beck? I mean, she's already got the nice thing going for her, but if she starts giving in to fights or doing whatever I want…Wait, she kind of did, didn't she? She didn't really argue with me when we went to that mental hospital and started messing with that guy's car.
We watch Trina roll her eyes and go back upstairs, and Vega's hands cup the back of my neck, pulling me to her. Good to know that her sister's interruption hasn't derailed her train of thought. We're ignoring the movie on the TV, and I bite back a laugh when the tape starts the "I want to play a game" spiel. I have no idea why in hell she would want to watch this movie, or better yet consider it a horror flick when it's actually a comedy…Okay, to me it's a comedy. But she doesn't even care. And right now neither do I.
Somehow I ended up lying down, her straddling my waist, and her lips on mine. And it's incredible that she's taking charge, something Beck really never did, even though he's supposedly a "hormonal teenage boy", but I was usually the one who initiated everything. I think that could have been figured out, though, seeing as everyone thinks I'm the pushy one. How am I pushy?
The sound of a key in the door hits my ears, and Vega's off of me in a heartbeat, sitting where she was with the popcorn in her lap, and strangely, it doesn't even look like she was just taking advantage…Wait, what? She wasn't taking advantage of me. No one takes advantage of me. I sit up and run a hand through my hair before reaching for the popcorn with the other. Mr. and Mrs. Vega open the front door and come into the house, oblivious to what her daughter and I were just doing not even a full minute ago, and smile at the girl next to me, eyes wandering over me questionably.
Vega's eyes are on the screen, but she shoots a brief glance in her parents' direction. "Hey, Mom, Dad, is it alright if we go to the mall after this is over? I promise we won't get into trouble or anything. Trina's just…you know…being Trina."
Her parents nod without hesitation, still confused that I'm sitting here. I'm guessing she told them we had a disagreement or something last night, since I dropped her off and just left. It wouldn't be too much to figure out, considering I've been here for the better part of two weeks, only going home to sleep maybe twice a week because my father is out of town on business, and I really don't want to be home alone. I may as well have moved in here in that time period. I should have, right?
Unfortunately, my father will be home tonight, so I'm going to have to go home. He hasn't seen me since before Vega and I ran off and got into trouble, and honestly I don't even think he knows that I was attacked. This ought to be fun.