Hey, hey there! Look at this, the story is now 'active' I suppose... Anyway, just a few things before I let you go. Thank-you for showing your interest in this story. Really, thanks. I asked for the follows not to have more follows, though they are nice to look at, but just to see how many are intrigued. Anyway, from now on I don't care as long as at least one person reads it and enjoys. Secondly, with just this chapter, sorry if it seems a bit off; I've been working on this one on and off throughout the last couple of weeks which means some ideas stayed and some left. Oh well.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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Tori's Perspective-
I can't think at all, even with the history text book right in front of my face, laying casually on my lap. A sigh flows through my nostrils as I bite my lip, closing my eyes. Luckily, I suppose, my brain had finally caught up with events. Though the hangover apparently left a lot to chew, and now I'm trying to get my mouth around some huge-freaking-wad of gum. Why couldn't any of this happen, you know, not today? Or why couldn't I just have had, uh, that-done it on Saturday so my Sunday was left with all this headache stuff?
'Oh my God,' I widen my eyes, sitting up abruptly, 'What if I was raped?' The thought hung in the silence of my room, fan swinging above my head innocently as I turn my gaze towards the sheets beside me. Shaking my head, I decide anyone in their right mind wouldn't sleep with someone they raped. Though, I suppose they wouldn't have a 'right mind' to begin with. "Just do your work Tori!" I hiss to myself as I glare down at the pages. However, within a few minutes, I close the book before dropping it to the floor carelessly; the words bore down at my brain with jumbled symbols as I had other matters to think about. More personal matters which I seriously doubt that Mr. Landward would give a shi-crap about.
"Tori?" The door opens as Trina's head pokes out, eyes trailing towards mine intently. "Do you have that green and blue blouse?"
"You mean the one you got me for Christmas?" I raise my brow, watching as she grins innocently. My head shakes at her eventual guilty sigh, recalling all of my presents from her. Every year she does this; gives me some shirt or pants to wear only for her to ask to borrow it. In all honesty, I don't wear half the stuff, which makes half of my closet Trina's.
"Yeah... Could I borrow it?"
"So you'll go to the party?" I ask, my textbook conveniently being pushed away. She nods quietly before I roll my eyes. "The same place you left it last time, but don't take the jacket!"
"Why not?" she saunters over towards the closet, "It goes well with it."
"It's in my size though."
"So?"
"Does it look like I have any chest area?" my hands circle over my chest, "You actually have something other than just extra skin!" She gives a couple of chuckles before pouting, my glare giving the final 'no.' Once the blouse was in her arms, her strides begin to scurry off towards the door before she halts.
As Trina turns around, her eyes squint at me before asking, "Is it a rumor or what?"
"What?"
"That you're dating Beck," she steps closer, as if urging me into a girl-to-girl chat.
"Uh..." I lean away, "Yeah?"
"Really?" she asks, flabbergasted. To be honest, I can't really blame her... "Like, not a joke?"
My head shakes as I scratch it, "Nope..."
"But what about..." Trina begins before her swift eyes pace down over my shoulder before meeting back with mine.
"I don't want to tell him," I murmur quietly, "Because I seriously doubt that I had... uh-that with him," I shrug, my cheeks warming readily as Trina seats herself beside me.
"Are you sure?"
"Do you really think he bites?"
"Well... He may not seem like it -and I'm not saying that he does, I don't think so either- but something about sex brings out a part of someone that they'd otherwise hide." I nod once again as she continues with this new flash of wisdom which comes every so often. "But, anyway, I kind of agree with you for now with this... but you'll have to tell him sometime."
"I know, I know," a sigh slides right on out, "But it's just- God, it's just... Everything today went by so quickly."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I wake up with all this," I gesture over my clothed body, "With nobody else beside me, some news about the party, Jade was the only one sober who accurately remembers it." The sentence is left hanging in the air as I take in another breath. "Then we're talking like we're almost friends, she had something to tell me, Beck comes up and she goes away, he kisses me and asks to be my girlfriend, then Jade is just- well... She's been worse than how we started off." I blink, somewhat confused as I find Trina's eyes wide, staring right up at me as my hands are out. I didn't even realize I went to stand.
"Well damn, that is a day," she mumbles under her breath. "So, who do you think you hooked up with?"
"I don't know," I mutter, "But I want to... I can't even remember half of last night- it was only last night... Huh."
"Huh?" she mocks through the mimic, "You had sex with someone last night and you don't remember and you only say huh?"
"Uh... yeah?" I ask bleakly, even though it wasn't really a question. "Could you just- I don't know, not talk about it to mom and dad until I find out. Wait, scratch that, just don't tell them. Please."
"Wasn't gonna," she shrugs, her eyes gliding away from my eyes.
"Trina..."
"What?"
"Stop looking at my closet and help me," I beg.
"How am I going to help you?" she turns around, looking back at me.
I sigh, scratching my head before answering, "I don't know, advice? Beck asked if I could go to dinner with him tomorrow and I said yeah, but I don't want him to know..."
"I know, I wouldn't but... Why don't you want him to know?" she asks intently, bending closer.
"Well, it's just that- I don't know, I just have this feeling that if I do tell him it will be bad... Don't know why but-"
"It's woman's intuition," Trina said flatly.
"Wh-what?"
"Woman's intuition... You are a woman, aren't you?"
"Well... A woman in training..."
"Who just failed the sex ed course-"
"Trina!" I whine, "You're suppose to help me!"
"And you weren't supposed to loose your virginity at 16 with some guy while you were drunk!" I frown slightly, feeling my stomach take a sudden dive as she muttered that statement. I shake my head before turning towards my sister who's- Great...
"Trina!"
"What!"
"Get out of my closet!"
"Are you going on a date tonight?"
"No, it's tomorr- Hey! Give me back that jacket!" I growl, chasing after her as she holds one of my clothes in her arms.
"It's a cardigan and I'll give you five bucks!" she yells over her shoulder before slamming her bedroom door.
"No you won't!" After I hear the click of the lock I roll my eyes before shuffling back to my room, collapsing on my bed. 'Guy,' my mind wonders quietly, 'What guy? Who the hell... God I hate not knowing this...'
-o0o0o-
My eyes blink open, soon finding the swinging fan above my head. I frown, sitting up upon realizing several things. For one, I'm still in my clothes from yesterday. Two, my alarm hadn't set, though luckily, 'At least it's only 6:32.' Throwing the blanket over my legs, I stand up before gazing at the mirror. My eyes first slide down at my feet to the red blanket, which my mom or dad may have put over me, before tossing it back on my bed and striding over towards the mirror. I sigh, stripping my shirt off before examining the scratches, bite marks and hickies.
The scratches and bite marks have faded, although the obvious hickies haven't really. I will say though, they don't have as much of a purple undertone than yesterday. Snatching the towel by my side, I shrug it over my shoulders before strolling towards the bathroom, soon stepping into the shower. I frown at the opposite tile wall while soap lathers in my hair.
How exactly did I get in this mess? What if the person remembers and I don't? God, what would he be thinking if he went to our school... Stalking me around the corners. I shake my head gruffly before biting my lip. It was just sex, right? I mean, it can't just be anything else than a one-night stand...right?
"God, you're just living the dream aren't you Tori?" I mutter, rinsing my hair out underneath the beating water.
But what if it could have been more? Was I good in bed? What if it was Beck? Is that why he came up to me suddenly? 'No,' I shake my head once again, 'He would have probably asked me if I remembered anything from last night...' My lips let out a strangled growl as I glare at the opposite wall. This is just so -freaking- annoying to think about. And why couldn't I have thought about this when I'm, you know, of age? I suppose I could just keep doing it since I've already done it. 'Okay, that's a bit sluttish and pervertish...' I think to myself, nodding before hissing at the escaping soap over my eyes.
My attention turns to the door, Trina knocking against it. I rinse my hair as I glare towards the door. Taking a deep breath, I shut off the water before stepping out with a towel around myself. I quickly dry my hair and skin before turning the handle. "You're going to make me late," was all Trina groans.
"I got in at the time I normally do," I snap back.
"Ladies," my dad turns the corner, "If we're going to have a shouting match can you please do it outside?"
"I'm still practically naked," I mumble. He glances over before stretching out his arms, stepping past us and towards the stairs.
"Then don't have a yelling match," he calls. I shake my head while Trina rolls her eyes before glancing over towards me.
"You still don't know?"
"I don't think there will be any hope," I sigh, my feet guiding me towards my room as my hands shut the door behind me. I glare at the other side of my room, biting my bottom lip. Many questions and scenarios came to mind before I wave them away, the ideas becoming to much to deal with. As I pick out the clothes for today, my mind still bugged me, not quitting until I had gotten down the stairs and to my breakfast.
-o0o0o-
I breathe deeply, leaning against the cool metal locker with the familiar buzzing of other students around me. My eyes flicker open once steps pad towards me, a small smile pulling over my lips. "Hey Andre..."
"Hey chica," he wiggles his eyebrows before chuckling, "So, you and Beck huh?"
"Y-yeah, it kind of feels-"
"Weird," the musician finishes as I nod in agreement, "Yeah. Probably more so for me since I've seen 'em since they started. But maybe it'll be good, as long as you don't turn into Jade and argue." We both give a small laugh, our heads turning towards the locker almost obliterated with scissors. "Anyway, anything else? You seemed a bit-"
"A bit what?" I spun around quickly.
"Whoa, you seemed a bit like that," Andre raises his hands, "So, anything wrong?"
"No, I'm just having a weird week is all." He nods understandingly, sipping from his cup of coffee before jumping at the tap on his shoulder. "Hey Cat."
"Yeah, hey little red," he grins, "You have anything to say?"
"Hey... And, well, no." The two of us stare at Cat blankly before she giggles, striding away with a spring in her step. Our gazes catch each others before we start to chuckle again, oddly thankful to have those random acts courtesy of Valentine. Once they die off, however, I clear my throat before picking up the conversation again.
"Okay, so I haven't asked you yet but..." Andre nods slowly as I start, my brows furrowing slightly before I continue. "Okay, okay. Do you know what happened on Sunday?" He purses his lips in thought for a moment, shaking his head.
"Honestly Tori," he mutters as his hand scratches the back of his neck, "I think I would have told you yesterday if I remembered everything. But since you were -all of us I suppose- out if it, and this whole Beck thing, I don't think I did get a chance to compare our stories." Andre gives a short, crooked grin before adding, "But while we're here, what do you remember?"
"Uh, dancing, the play before," I start, "Then there was, I think, some- I don't know, that's all I remember."
"Huh, well you did dance a lot I suppose," the musician agrees, putting his cup to his mouth, "I can't remember if you did anything else though. But," he tilts his head to the side, eyes studying me, "I will say I wouldn't call what you were doing something you would do sober..."
My feet step back as I squint at him, my lips curling into a lopsided gash (I suppose). "What do you mean?"
"Well, Tori, you are half-Latina right?"
"Yeah," I frown, "So?"
"Right," Andre sips at his cup before mumbling, "It kind of looked like your hips were trying to seduce somebody." Dark eyes survey my locking joints, my limbs freezing in place while my chest constricts. I stare back with wide eyes, my skull immediately feels like it is about to explode with the rampaging thoughts whirling throughout it.
"W-what the hell do you mean seduce?" I growl, air filling my lungs harshly.
His hands raise as he states simply, "Don't shoot the messenger -or observer... Look," his hands drop, "Did you, you know, meet somebody Sunday night?"
"Like how?"
"Like kiss and stuff," Andre continues before draining his coffee, hastily adding under his breath, "Doubt you would do something more."
My teeth clench before I start to form my next sentence only to promptly tear it away from my tongue. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to say that I had lost -er- that on Sunday; well, with all of the students filing past us. Instead, I merely nod and sigh, "Probably."
"Was he hot?"
"I don't know," I shake my head, "Quit asking. I told you all I remembered and I just remember dancing."
"Right," he nods skeptically.
"Andre, not lying," I chuckle with my eyebrow raised.
"Not saying you are-" He quickly pulls a frown, looking over my shoulder while I turn at my heels. "Now what's going on with those two this time?" he murmurs quietly. "They haven't fought in months." The crowd shuffles uncertainly as two pairs of steps stride down the stairs.
"Jade, leave it alone. We're dating and that's that," Beck waves his hand briefly before settling towards his locker.
"I'm not talking about that," she growls menacingly, her feet standing behind him.
"Well what else would you be arguing about?" he spins around, holding the air frantically as she pulls a sneer across her face. "Every single time another girl would just look at me you would argue. And obviously it hasn't stopped even though we broke up!"
"I'm not jealous of you!" Jade growls venomously, "Like you'd know what I was thinking."
"Get-over-us," he sighs, "Tori and I are now together-" I feel the cheeks redden as his hand gestures towards me, her piercing gaze following. My eyes immediately drop to the ground, their words cutting through my thoughts. "-And that's that."
"I am over us," she mutters harshly, "It's just why did you two get together now? Why not last week? Why not the week before that?" I frown curiously at the floor, not fully expecting that answer. I mean, why would she care when while this would have happened anyway? I mean, she doesn't like it so why- I don't know, it's just confusing. My body jerks as the bell rings, sending the crowd around us -which had halted to see the commotion between the two- to their classes. I pick my gaze up, closing my locker door beside me when my eyes trail at Beck and Jade. He shook his head, sending her off towards my direction, or at least the writing class right passed my locker.
Pale eyes flicker up towards mine, locking as heavy combat boots storm through the crowd, cutting a fine line within it. A storm surges within them, however there is no lashing waves, no snapping winds or cracking bolts of lightning; it just thrashing about in her mind, whatever it is. My chest constricts under the pressure, Andres concerned pat on my shoulder snapping out of the trance. "It'll be fine, trust me," he promises, striding through the crowd, "See you at lunch."
"Hey," I hear beside me before a soft kiss is planted on my forehead, "Well, good morning and see you later."
"Alright," I mutter, my eyes still fixed down the hall.
-o0o0o-
My eyes dart around the closet, all of the different clothes hanging with temptation. My hand stretches towards one of the only nicer shirts, my head shaking. Pulling back, I stare at the other one beside it, biting my lip. "Either the blue or green... Why don't I have any other colors," I growl quietly. Shrugging, I cover my eyes with my left hand while the right points towards the closet. As I mumble the rhyme, my brows furrow in thought. "Wait, hold on."
As I pull out the green top, I gaze at the back with a heavy sigh; it wouldn't have worked out since, well, I have some marks on my back. After I shuffle around, the blue top is over my head, fitting nicely. Deciding that it was good enough, I quickly slip on some lower heels before my legs carry me towards my door and to the stairs. My brows furrow lightly as voices come from downstairs. I give a small grin as I see Beck with my mom, a small little flower in his hands. "Hey," I say, gaining his attention from her.
"Oh you look nice," he compliments as I step down.
"Thanks," I nod, my hand grasping the yellow flower as he hands it over. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see, something a bit fancier though," Beck explains. After we exchange our "byes" to my mom, we step out towards his truck. I slide into the seat, buckling myself in as he does the same. "It's not far from here," he breaks through the comfortable silence, "Only about ten or so minutes."
"Alright," I nod. The short amount of time did slip by quickly, as acknowledged from Beck's statement, with buildings blurring past with my eyes set on the window. And within a blink of an eye I find myself standing in the middle of what looks to be a nice, cozy restaurant with lights hanging from the ceilings, dimly lighting everything. "This place is nice," I murmur as my eyes gaze around the hall, every little detail catching my eye.
"Yeah, my parents took me here a couple of times," he nods fondly. Many people crowd around the pictures hung across the hall, all depicting some different landscape. I follow Beck with the waiter, however, my mind numb from the many noises and smells oddly enough. While the kitchen may be tucked away, the food all around makes my stomach twist, expecting a hardy meal. Though with a hardy meal in a place like this comes with a hefty price.
"So, uh, Beck?"
"Yeah?" he picks his head up from the menu, dark eyes gazing with anticipation. "What's up?" his eyebrows furrow at me blank look.
"How much is the- uh..." I open the pamphlet, the food listed with the almost insane prices. Not too extreme, mind you, but enough to almost un-twist my stomach and flip it around horribly after sending it around loops. "How?"
"Relax," he smiles genuinely, the slight anxiety washing away, "I have a buddy who works here and he gave me some advice; said I could drop on by and pay him a visit with the dinner fifty percent off in return."
"That's still-"
"Yeah, no biggie though," he adds a wink before searching through the menu once again. Feeling a bit more relieved, I go back through the menu, my eyes resting on the steak sirloin several times. I shake my head softly, however, my mind finally deciding on a chicken wrap. I pick my gaze up to find a waiter stepping forward, notepad at hand.
"Drinks?"
'Shoot...' my mind baffles as Beck mutters his, the two pairs of eyes resting on me. "Uh wa-" I stammer, my eyes shifting towards the glass of water beside my napkin before I continue. "Sparkling water."
"Alright then, a root beer and a sparkling water," the waiter nods before heading off. I stretch, my back suddenly feeling a bit stiff with the wooden chair as I make an effort to speak some. Before any words come out, breadsticks and small plates are in front of me, the two of us bidding our thanks. Once a few are on each of our plates, I sigh.
"You tired already?"
"No, well... No," I frown as he pulls a confused, friendly expression. "Just this week has been a bit strange."
"How?"
"Well, there's me completely spacing out about Sunday, then there's this. I mean, I don't have anything against it, but it would just be nice for my brain not to be thinking about-" I cut myself short, our drinks being set on the table.
"Thanks," Beck murmurs, taking a sip from his while I follow suit. As the drink flows down my throat I grimace. "Not a fan?" he chuckles.
"Uh, I'll be fine," I smile back before taking another sip, "For tonight."
"Should I order the next drink then?" he smirks before adding a few more laughs at my slight blush.
"I think I'll be good next time 'round."
"Thinking about what though?" Beck asks just as half a bread stick is in my mouth. "Well... I'll wait for the answer." I nod, swallowing my food.
"Jade? I mean, I know she's not in this but, I don't know." The Canadian nods softly in agreement, understanding my slight confusion. We continue to dine with our appetizers, briefly being interrupted once our orders were made. The silence between us settled nicely, however a certain West still plagued my thoughts. The moments pass by, my plate becoming bare while more was placed onto his plate. "So-" I frown at the empty plate, Beck's motions halting, "So how was Jade before I was around?" My gaze picks itself up just as he gives a small grin.
"Quiet... She's actually still quiet, doesn't let a lot of people know her sort-of-speak. I mean-" his eyes flickers towards mine, "I really don't think she means to but, yeah. She was always snarky towards the other girls, although she still remained at the back of the class; like I said, quiet. It's funny, you wouldn't ever think that now because her personality finally broke out of that protective shell."
I shift in my seat, nodding in agreement before I ask, "But what changed?"
Beck shifts in his seat, his brows furrowing at his own plate before he shrugs. "I don't know. I mean, people change and I get that but...it's nice to know why. She's always been more jealous, which is understandable when you're dating someone, but she's become more rash about it."
"I can see that," I murmur quietly.
"Well, excuse me then, I need to use the bathroom," he scoots out of his chair with a small grin before his steps leave off towards the restrooms to the side. I nod to myself, my eyes locking with the water in front of me in thought.
"So, uh..." I mumbled, my gaze darting to the side. I shifted in the silence that had begun to wear down at me, pale eyes flicking over towards me with an eyebrow raised. "So," I started again, "Did you ever hear that song before?"
"No," she shook her head before taking another sip of her water, "But it helps to have TV screens around the room with the words."
"Yeah, it does..."
"Vega?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you talking?"
I rolled my eyes before answering, "Well, it would be nice to have some sort of conversation instead of sit here for three more hours."
"Suppose so," she mumbled quietly, going back to the sushi rolls sitting before us. People clattered all around us, my eyes darting to where Sinjin had shifted from his watching point. My head shook with an annoyed sigh.
"Why they couldn't have just sat at a table and watched us makes me wonder..." I murmured under my voice. Jade merely shrugged, still keeping to herself. "So... Do you want to tell funny stories?"
"Sure," she grumbled, turning her attention to me.
"Uh, you go first," I started, my mind coming blank.
"Okay, um," her brows furrowed in concentration, before a small smirk crawled across her lips. "Alright, so there was this one time I made you go on your hands and knees like a dog and poured coffee all over you- that was pretty funny."
"Jade," I whined as she chortled, "Not something about me."
"Why not? There's a lot of things I find funny about you..." her eyes flickered towards mine before she stammered, "And the other stupid shit you drag me into. Just- your turn." I tilted my head to the side, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh come on, you can tell me a story. I can't remember anything anyway." I waited expectantly, Jade biting the inside of her cheek as pale eyes studied me cautiously. "Come on," I wiggle my eyebrows with a cheeky grin, "You know you wanna tell Tori a little somethin', somethin'... Eh? Eh?"
"Don't ever do that again," she breathed sternly, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth before she nodded softly. "But, alright, I'm humor you." I grinned as she rolled her eyes, not able to suppress the flash of white before the story began.
"Okay, I'm back. Didn't expect to be so long, there was a line which confused me," Beck seats himself, pulling me from my thoughts. "For a second I thought I was in a line with a bunch of classy drag queens; there's never a line." I chuckle before nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, that shouldn't happen should it?" I add with a smile.
Okay, so that's done but I do need to say something's. Firstly, the chapters after this will probably not feel as rushed (at least to me anyway) and might be a bit more descriptive? I may be paranoid over here, it's okay though. ;) And then secondly; Butt-nippers. That is my God damn catchphrase guys. Butt-nippers; absolutely love that word (and I made it up with my two favorite words. Butt and nippers). Why do I love this words so much? It makes me giggle non-stop for five minutes. Not kidding, but it makes sense since I'm so reserved that I can entertain myself very easily. XD
Hope you enjoyed anyway.
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PS- My hands feel so weird typing with Tori and Beck together... It's the main part of the story, sure, but it's weird.