Okay, hey folks! I just have a couple things on my mind. For instance, guest reviews. I always find them so confusing when they don't like the story and they just say a statement. I mean go ahead, be my guest but...do be specific...I can't pm you answer my slight confusions. :| And then there's my cat. I just love him, even though he woke me up at five to feed him. I still did. Whatever, you guys don't care, you don't know my cat.
Oh...and uh...lot of reasons why this is rated 'M' in this chapters so, yeah. And it's very long too.
Hope you enjoy!
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Tori's Perspective-
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," streams from her mouth as we zip out of her car.
"Why are you cursing?" I spit quickly, darting through the main hall doors, allowing Trina through, "You made us late!"
"I didn't think the drive thru line would be that long!" she whines in defense - well, neither did I - holding the second set of doors for me.
"See you later Trina," I quickly hiss, distantly hearing her say the same as we both bolt in opposite directions. Luckily not one of us actually wore any sort of heels or nice shoes that morning, which is a close shave for her since I told her that the sneakers worked better with the outfit she was wearing. Not necessarily true though I don't think she'll complain about it later as she has to sprint through half the school, up some stairs, and go another few halls.
With a heavy breath, I yank open Mr. Lupin's class door, chuckling weakly. "I'm here..."
"Do you have a pass?" he smirks at his desk.
"No.." I mumble, seating myself at my chair, giving an exasperated 'hi' to the girl beside me. Other than walking into - if you would call it that - global studies late, the class period was actually a very good one. I was able to finish the topographic maps we had to draw and color, as if we were in kindergarten. And, before I knew it, I was walking to Singing 101 with a small smile across my face. lean against the wall beside the class room, I flick through my phone, looking over the messages.
Beck- So u here today?
Tori- Yeah, I just got in late.
Because I had answered him nearly an hour after he texted, I wait patiently for his reply; Mr. Lupin, even though he's pretty laid back, doesn't like people on their phones. And, within a few minutes, he does.
Beck- Cool. See you in Sikowitz then
I nod before stepping into the classroom, having another good period. By that I mean we sang without Robbie going too off key and blaming me. He tends to do that often actually. At the end, once the bell rang, I shuffle through my bag, my teeth gritting as the zipper became stuck. "You having a good Monday Tori?" my teacher held back, the door closing behind him once the other students left.
"Yeah-" I finally got the zipper loose, "Just a few things but it's looking well. Anyway, do you need anything Mr. Derek?"
He nods, giving a strained smile. He's a nice man but smiling has never been his priorities. "Well, not exactly. You have already done your three needed performances this year, and at a remarkable time too," he nods at his compliment, "but I was wondering if you would like to do another one at this November Showcase. You have to go anyways so might as well."
"I'll think about it," I nod, pursing my lips thoughtfully, "I would probably like that though I think it would be nice to watch other people too."
"I understand, now how about you get to class, yes?" he grins, holding the door open for me. I thank him briefly before jogging down the hall, having to step down the stairs. When I pass a water fountain, I realize how thirst I am, so I quickly make a pit stop. Once I was done, I then go back to my pace before, Sikowitz' class in my sight. The door swings open as I walk in, the whole class turning towards me. "Uh, sorry, I got held back from one of my teachers," my eyes dart around, eventually landing on-
She's back...from ISS I mean. Jade stands on the stage, pale eyes glancing down at me with a unreadable expression. I can't tell between loathing or just disappointment. Why? I did nothing to her. Her arms fold across her chest, hair falling down in waves, matching with the black clothes draped on her body.
"So," I clear my throat, my eyes darting to Sikowitz, "What's today's lesson?"
"Well would you like to join and demonstrate for us? You two do have great stage chemistry," he gestures towards the stage. "They guys in the corner are still trying to choose the theme." I twisted around, finding some of the quiet people waving gingerly towards me, some of their eyes wide with ideas before their hands dive towards the box. I grin at Beck, whose head nods towards me; at least he'll be able to choose something not difficult with Jade.
"O-okay...and is there anything else?"
"Right!" the man nods, shuffling through the small box in his hands. I drop my bag beside Beck's and the empty chair beside him, hopping up to the stage. "You have to do the scene with - ah - with this dialogue." Both Jade and I were given a short script, my eyes looking over. It was easy enough. "Now boys, hurry up there! We don't have time for this- Why thank you Varner," he nods, taking a slip of paper before his eyes widen. He closes them briefly, shaking his head. "Of course you choose this one... Dang it!" he pouts, "I was saving this one for Valentines day."
"My birthday already passed," Cat furrows her brows.
"No not that- the holiday," Sikowitz sighs.
"Wait, what's the scene then?" Jade growls behind me.
"You two have to kiss at the end for- who wrote for a blinking minute?"
Beck shrugs, "It was on the card."
"That is not my handwriting," the teacher mumbles gruffly, pushing his phone for the timer, though not pushing for the start. "Whatever. Begin the scene, I think we're all interested in what's to come."
We both nod slowly, digesting the words and the end. I glance over the lines as Jade does before looking up. "Why haven't you been talking to me?" I start, my thoughts pulsing anxiously.
Her attention flickers up, meeting with mine. "I- uh, I don't know what you mean."
'Lies,' my thoughts hiss, ignoring the paper in my hands, 'She lies...'
"You know damn well what I mean," I curse, my throat knotting for an irrational, estranged reason that shouldn't be. She's been in ISS, sitting around with Mr. Dickens.
'But she could text you just as easily. But instead she's been with Andre, not you... She took your bestfriend without asking.'
No, Andre went to her, he's trying to be friends with her.
'With that crush of his...'
Shut up! Quit it, this- this is a scene.
"No, I- I really don't Grace," she stares down, her eyes flooding with emotion I had never seen in them before. She doesn't seem as strong anymore with my emotions curdling thickly in my chest.
"Tell me now. Why haven't you been talking to me?" I quickly think back to the paper, "I've done everything for you and your dog so why can't I just talk to you?"
"Y-you can't. You can't, alright? I just..."
"Tell me," I hiss, sending her back to the side wall, her feet nearly slipping off the stage. I back away hesitantly, not wanting her to actually fall. Where the hell is all of this coming from? I mean, sure we haven't talked for a while but...like I said, she's been in ISS and it's not like I've even thought of her for a while.
"I can't," she whimpers before her voice cracks, "I CAN'T."
The audience jumps in their seat, Sikowitz rubbing his chin in concentration, picking apart the scene and chemistry. "Then show me," I growl quietly, dropping the script. Hers drops as well, steps cautiously coming forward, hands shaking. My chest constricts, unable to function properly as her hands run through my hair and hold my back gingerly. She presses her lips against mine and - oh god...
Immediately my hands claw at her sides, trying to pull her closer though I'm unable to; they fumble hastily around too much. She deepens the kiss with a deep inhale, our stances swaying as our steps momentarily dance an uncoordinated waltz. I can't stop... My gut is ablaze while my mind fogged, mouth moving with a passion I didn't even know had even existed. I clutch her back, hard, as she does the same, the door opening in a far distant land. I hear a gasp but I can't be bothered to check it, to see who it is.
Her fingertips trail along my back expertly, her lips parting just a bit. I don't know what made me do it when I slide my tongue in, but I know my stomach lurches with a heavy heat. She claws at my back, the sensation only fueling me... It feels so- No. No. I can't, I never have- I never...
Her hands trail along the canyons that was marked when I had woke up after the part, stopping right where one stopped and flowing when one flowed. Her grasp, it felt...
'Familiar...'
It can't be. It isn't, but yet I still keep pressing against her harder.
It's only when we hear the timer when we abruptly part, our chests heaving and eyes locked onto each other. Mine widen as hers cloud themselves with a basket of other emotions. Jade's shaking hand balls into a fist, trying to tame it. I shake my head softly, her expression growing softer and more...hurt. "T-Tori," she reaches out, not to touch me but just as a friendly gesture.
My body doesn't receive it well. I don't remember ever raising my arm, or even my palm making contact with her skin. I gasp harshly, throat tense once I see her crumple to her knees, gripping the right side of her face as if it was shot by a bullet. My eyes dart to my own shaking hand, which grows to be red, stinging softly. I look back to her, eyes wide and staring right at me, tears welling.
Unable to look at her anymore, even though the grimace burns a picture in my mind, I glance to the others in the room. Trina stands by the door, hand over her mouth with a white letter addressed to, who I assume anyway, to Sikowitz. Andre is almost standing, hand at the back of his chair, dark eyes wide and shocked. Beck stares with a straight face, unrevealing of any emotion. I turn to the side hesitantly. His face is ghost white, eyes unblinking.
All of the stares, the shocked expressions pie up in my mind, sending my steps back into the clutter along the wall. I startle sharply, my feet then tumbling towards the edge of the stage. I- I need to get out of this corner...now.
And so I do.
I bolt out of the room furiously, ignoring Beck's short call. My steps rampage along the halls, briefly scaring a few other wondering students. I don't stop; he calls behind me, "Tori! Wait, you forgot your phone- Wait!"
'Your gonna have to,' my thoughts rummage, my eyes darting to the nearest bathroom. I yank the door open, hurling myself in one of the stalls quickly. It works as his steps halt right outside the door. However, I growl quietly, leaning against the stall wall, as my phone buzzes profusely. Four names flash to my attention: Andre, Beck, Cat and Robbie.
I shut my phone off and fall limply to the floor, my arms wrapping themselves around my knees. I don't understand, what did I just do? What did Jade do to deserve that? I-I don't...I didn't- she wasn't.
"Fuck," I curse to myself, hoping nobody else to come in.
-(:)-
I sit at the top of the stairs, my stomach growling though I have no intentions to actually eat. I feel...numb almost. I can't trust my thoughts and what they want to say, dragging me deeper into doubt. I know I never kissed Jade before. I know it. But...what happened in Sikowitz' room proved otherwise. The doors open to the main hall, a couple of steps crossing towards the Asphalt Café. "Well it'll be nice to actually talk during lunch instead of you getting away with texting in the room," Andre's voice mutters, sounding as if he's trying to hide his concern. It doesn't bode well.
"Yeah," Jade replies, halting for a moment as Andre holds the door for a few others, "I suppose that's a plus..." She sounds weary and just tired...it holds the husk it has always had but it isn't strong. There's no true volume to it anymore, especially now.
Guilt ebbs at my chest, my hand holding my shirt.
I hear steps behind me before Beck seats himself beside me. "You alright?" he asks gruffly. I nod, ignoring my thoughts before just letting my arms move, putting my lips on his. He's taken aback for a moment, not used to the sudden harshness to it. But he kisses back, regaining his flow and guidance. We break away, my gut not flaring as it had before. "Should we...should we go out to dinner and then go to my place?"
I mull over my thoughts, nodding slowly. "Yes," my voice comes out mechanical.
-(:)-
His lips press against mine eagerly, my hands on his bare chest as I remember all of the clothes across the ground. The RV dances in a dim, low light as our shadows play, somewhat distorted with all of the furniture. "Knees," he mutters huskily, his hands fumbling around with his underwear. I oblige, twisting around as I hear the crumpling of a packet behind me. I grip the sheets firmly, my eyes fixated on the pillow, waiting for him to go.
'I'm ready,' my thoughts inform me, my teeth clenching down.
Suddenly, I whimper as I feel him abruptly dive inside me, letting out a low grunt. I move slightly with his motions, wincing at the new found uncomfortable feeling. I suppose it wouldn't feel great from the start but, unlike what Beck believes, I'm not a virgin...
'But it wasn't with a man,' my thoughts hound savagely. My lips let out a hiss as a retort, Beck chuckling above me. I begin to shake a sudden rush of thoughts away, only wanting to focus in on this moment. Just Beck... But, my gut remains unresponsive, even to his swift, trained thrusts. I need it though, I want it. However, as I shut my eyes, it's not presenting itself.
My skin begins to tingle, cool hands wrapping around my neck as a warming, toned stomach brushes against my lower torso. Shaky breaths caress my ears, nails digging into my skin. "Tori..." her voice echoes in my mind. I force my eyes open, finding nothing but a pillow below me. I feel my stomach knot and flip over, my gut hesitantly heating from the sudden surge of thoughts. I blink rapidly, my eyes glaring forcibly on the sheets.
I'm still in Beck's RV... Nobody's below me. I need to quit with the thoughts. I'm with Beck and he's doing just fine.
I grimace once again, his pace increasing uncomfortably. My eyes shut once again, watching as a pale back arches below me, her chest glazing against mine. I thumb over a line of ink along her side, flicking along the words that seem to unimportant to read. She presses her lips against my neck, her legs twisting us around, my back landing against my bedsheets.
No, I am at Beck's-RV... Quit it Tori. Stop thinking about her, you're not gay.
"Tori...pl-please... I- I need you," interrupts Beck pleased chuckle behind me, his hands gripping my hind.
I growl in retort, focusing on Beck's slurred, worthless garble about my ass. His voice slinks through my ears, scratching against the surface while his hands feel rough against my skin. My knuckles grow white, almost like a searing piece of molten metal, as he increases his speed further.
I-I can't help it... I-I want, I need "J-enghf." I grit my teeth enough to break a stone if there was one in between my jaws. I don't want Jade. I don't-want-her. And I sure as hell don't nee- I gasp my back stinging once Beck slapped my ass, sending me.
'Fucking dammit,' my thoughts roar as my mind flicks through short scenes of pure, pleasure.
My nails raked along her skin, lining it with red marks as she had done with me. I gaze down, pleased with my handy work, finding various bruises along her body. Her teeth graze my neck as her fingers find themselves in between my legs. I grin, her lips at my jaw as she pumps her fingers in and out, pale eyes watching my expression intently. With my gut howling with pleasure, I breath deeply, my thoughts solely on Jade as my eyes wonder across her body. I just need a few more seconds and then-
I feel him shudder briefly before he pulls out. 'What the fuck?!' my thoughts frantically snarl, my limbs laying along the bed as he slides over to the other side, back towards me. My heart thumps rapidly in my ear, momentarily replacing my brain as I feel the area in between my legs throb.
"Goodnight Tori," Beck murmurs sleepily. I feel my lips move, though my eyes remain on the room before me.
My skull feels as if it is about to shatter with all of the surging thoughts building up. I focus on a side picture of Jade left on his small bookshelf, her stony expression and pale eyes meeting mine. My eyes water in the sudden guilt, details now rising to my attention.
I never knew Jade had gotten a tattoo on the left side of her torso, or how she had a faded scar curled on her back. And yet...I found out when I-
Fuck.
I- I slept with...
No, I couldn't have. I didn't...I'm not, I'm not gay.
Though, I distantly now remember what had happened to mom's champagne bottle... I know recall where my charm bracelet went to, and that has been spending it's time in the ISS room for several weeks.
It's, it's clear now. Well, clear enough with the quick snippets that I do know; I still can't be gay but maybe...possibly...bisexual.
'Took you long enough,' my thoughts roll their eyes - if they had them. As I said before, if they had fingers too you'd know what they would do with them, as they're probably doing right now.
But that's beside the point. I really did... Damn it, I really did sleep with...I lost my virginity to...fuck...I- I found myself in her arms...I was with... "Jade," I barely breath, a small tear rolling down my cheek, my consciousness now reviewing the night's, that night's, events,"What the hell did I do?"
Jade's Perspective-
"Maybe because all he wanted was sex!" I snarl, eyes flashing as she scoffs hotly.
"Then maybe you should have given it to him you spoiled brat! NO WONDER WHY HE DUMPED YOU!" she bellows. My teeth clench together, almost to the point where I break half of them. My eyes burn to her satisfaction, unlike what these arguments were like several weeks before.
"Fuck you," I hiss, tearing across the wooden floors and up the stairs. My palm pushes the wooden door open, slamming it against the wall. I grimace, knowing full well that the doorstopper didn't do it's job. Nevertheless, my back brushes against the wall beside the frame, sliding down it while my fingers spread across my face, gripping it distastefully. "Fucking witch," I give a low growl, feeling my hands become damp, my dam breaking finally.
'That's what she wants, though, isn't it?' the voices seethe menacingly. The floorboards along the hallway creak softly, small feet eventually making their way to my door. I shift my eyes towards him, sneering softly at his blue eyes. 'They're so much like hers...'
"Jade?" his soft voice croaks, "Are you going to come down?"
My eyes glance over him, taking note to his swaying feet. He doesn't want to be up here and we both know it. "What do you want Derek?" I groan, not able to give any bite.
He winces anyhow, stammering, "Y-you know mom is only looking out for you..."
"Looking out for me?" I question heatedly, "You mean to tell me that her 'looking out for me' is screaming at me to be my ex's whore? You're fucking kidding me! I don't care what type of slut she is, I am not her! Got that? Now go back to being celebrated for your efforts." He backs away, eyes flicking along my broken figure. He nods softly, sending his little twelve-year-old ass back down the stairs. However, I growl mildly once I hear heavier creaks along the wooden floorboard, the distinct 'clicks' and 'clacks' of expensive, leaver shoes. They stop in front of me, my bored gaze resting on them as they match the long, grey slacks.
"Were you arguing with your mother again Jade?" a low voice deadpanned.
"Don't act like you don't when she's high," I spat. My glare becomes fixated on his own, though he blinks in defeat; he knows I'm right.
The same eyes of my own narrow softly, his teeth biting the inside of his cheek. "But you don't normally go up to your room in tear-"
"Great observation!" I cut across, "Leave me alone..."
"Jade-"
"I said leave me alone," I repeat firmly, dropping my attention. I imagine him nodding curtly as his heels twist around, sending the same, damn shoes down the stairs. Gingerly I push myself from the ground, closing the door until it clicks before hurling myself on my bed. My brows furrow at the thought of that night. It's the very same night when all of this - this shit show - had started. I've wished and wished for that night never to happen; it wouldn't have hurt so bad the next day. I've prayed and prayed at it was all an illusion, just so I could forget my anxieties, hesitation and pure love for that night. It's an irrational mix in the cauldron, though that's what life threw in. It jumbled my emotions and - fucking hell - I want it just to end. Though, as my thoughts so pleasantly remind me, the end doesn't seem to come very soon.
As a maneuver towards the nightstand, my eyes glaring heatedly at an orange, CD case. In block letters it read, 'Birthday Gift.' I snatch it from the side, hurling it across the room with a short snarl. I dive under the sheets, my teeth gritting furiously. 'Why did I ever give that to him?' my thoughts seethe, 'I would have never been this deep in this hell hole...'
I shift myself around underneath the covers, my eyes resting miserably on my pear-phone laying beside the pillow. It keeps flooding back to me, everything about that night. My mind can't just let go of it as I try to make sure nothing leaks out of my skull. What had happened for things to turn out this way? What did I do wrong that I'm in this hell hole?
'You know what you did very well you asshole,' the taunting, familiar voice rings in my head. I wave it off, turning to the my other side, my eyes falling on my desk.
My arm reaches out, thumbing over the alarm's blaring, neon numbers. I glare at them, '5:54,' before closing my eyes. I breath deeply, just hoping that the world would just shut itself around me in order to give me some sort of peace. But, of course, that night merely strolls into my waking thought, mocking me.
The bass bellowed through the heavy, wooden front door. I gripped the keys in my pocket sourly, vividly recalling everybody's pleas that I would be driving everyone home and not get into anything. And so I reluctantly slipped into the shadows, not finding any of the music that interesting to dance to. I rolled my eyes, passing a couple who couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The rooms, of course, just had to be occupied.
'Why can't we just not go crazy every god-damned second of partying?' my thoughts hissed, my attention keeping forward towards the kitchen. In here there were less people, all of whom gave a slight nod, deeming my performance with Vega 'good.' I take a cup to my lips, making sure that it was actually root beer that the dude handed me and nothing else.
"So are you going to do much tonight?" he asked curiously.
I shake my head, leaning against the counter. "Just being the chaperone here that gets everyone home," I growled, smirking at his quick laugh. "What?"
"Why do you think this kitchen is only full of sodas?" he gestured along the cups, "We're all here just waiting until our friends either shit themselves, throw their stomachs out or just drop dead. Well, not literally."
I barked out a chortle, finding his humor pleasant. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to ignore any of the buzz just behind the wall. It really wasn't worth trying to kid myself and not try a few drinks. Though, in any case, I knew that all of the drinks would taste like shit as it scratched down my throat; that partially being the reason why I had given into this 'chore' so easily.
"Dennis," he held out his hand as I shook it.
'Firm grip - fit to be a leader in business,' my thoughts immediately conclude with my father at the front of my consciousness.
"And that over there," Dennis pointed towards the corner of the kitchen to a lanky teen who had long, blonde hair, his teeth flashing as he conversed himself in a conversation, "Is my boyfriend Markus." He turned to his name, giving a quick, two-fingered salute as I nodded, the brunette beside me muttering over the music 'Jade West.' "So, you did well with Tori today Mrs. Nancy," he grinned, earning a scoff.
"Yeah, well it was a drag to get through," I mutter. In all honesty it was partially true.
He merely shrugged, nodding. "Yeah, well I've never really seen you two get along all that much besides the scenes. Now," the teen scratched the back of his head, "what is it I hear from all the girls about you being a gank? You seem cool."
"Well..." I drawled, taking another sip from the cup, "That's probably because you haven't given me any reason to do anything."
"Oh," he smirked, draining the rest of his drink before stepping over to a large, glass bowl of what looked to be punch, "So you're that kind of girl. So how come you have a bad rep with most of 'em at Hollywood Arts?"
"It may have something to do with the fact I didn't like anybody trying to eye-fuck my boyfriend right in front of me," I snapped lightly.
Dennis maneuvered back to the counter, leaning against it. "Yeah, I can understand that. I'll tell you one thing, I've never been one to restrain by girlfriends or boyfriends - especially the boyfriends, most of them end up being two hundred pounds. Anyway, back to the point; he's like a magnet. I can't really be comfortable with them around him. Seems a bit-"
"Risky?" I imputed, earning a nod.
"Yeah. Was gonna say dangerous but I suppose that fits in better," he murmured. And so we talked on and on, our eyes occasionally glancing over to the microwave to check the time. At seven thirty-two we immersed ourselves in the Scissoring trilogy. At eight eleven we conversed about the fact that most of Hollywood Arts students would end up working for bigger companies, their dreams never coming true. Whether or not it included us was beside the point, though no specifics were really mentioned.
I stifle a laugh, my head shaking with a piece of pizza in my hand, Marcus cleaning up after his impersonation of Daffy Duck. "My god you are an idiot," I grin, thoroughly entertained as he shoots a quick glare, cleaning up the punch all across the floor. Our heads turned as steps stumbled in, Vega glancing down at the littered wire stringing across the floor.
"That's safe," she growled under her breath, fixing her shirt. "Hey, there you are. Been looking for you."
"Why?" I snapped, my humorous interests from before seeping away.
"Hey Tori!" the blonde waved, tossing the now red paper towels to the trash.
She turned, giving a slight smile. "Oh, hey Marcus. Did you finish that worksheet in calculus by chance?"
"Yeah, I'll send you a picture on TheSlap later when I get the chance."
"Oh? Did someone not study for the quiz tomorrow afternoon?" I smirked, flashing a cocky glance towards her.
She pulled a face before grinning dramatically, "Why yes. That's the exact reason why I had to dodge nine-inch heels because I couldn't help Trina pick out her clothes at the mall yesterday."
"Just checking. Now why were you looking for me?"
"Oh! Right," she gasped, chuckling slightly, "I just wanted to see where you were..." I rolled my eyes as she remained by my side, constantly glancing out of the room as the music bellowed its tunes.
Dennis checked the microwave once more, giving a soft sigh. "Marcus, we're gonna have to go. Rachel and the others will probably need to get back before curfew."
"On it," the blonde threw away a red pixie cup, giving a swift peck on the brunette's cheek before murmuring, "See you."
"Yup," Dennis replied, turning around before waving behind him, "Good meeting you Jade. I'll be checking out those songs later."
"Alright," I nodded. I dipped my head back as I gulped down the rest of my drink, my eyes widening as fingers graced my own as they pressed against the counter. I glanced down with my studded brow raised, Tori's hand playing with my own. "What are you doing?"
"Playing hopscotch with your fingers," she giggled.
My eyes narrowed at the shabby, white curtains in front of me, the other dude from before resting his head on the wall. "How many drinks did you take?"
"Uh...four?" she asked.
"How would I know?"
"I don't know... Beck and Andre gave me some," she shrugged, twisting around. "Is that Hawaiian punch?" she pointed to the bowl.
"Uh huh," the raven haired guy nodded.
"Is there any alcohol in this room?" Tori glanced around, making her observations far too late - for my taste anyway.
He picked up his head, dark eyes gleaming over. "No. My uncle doesn't like alcohol in the kitchen so it's out in the living room."
"Why?"
"My god Vega, you're just a five-year-old with vodka aren't you? Quit asking so many questions," I growled, though my comment was brushed off her shoulder in her eagerness for the juice.
"I don't know. Ask him when he'll crash the party and ground me for a month," he snapped, scowling as he strode away.
Vega shook her head, expression disrespectful as she hissed hotly, "And you'd think he'd treat his guests kindly."
"Calm down, it's Northridge," I grumbled, about to toss my cup away when she held out her hand. "What is it now?"
Her dark, rusted eyes flickered towards mine, pleading. "I want the Hawaiian punch and there's no more cups," she drunkenly whined. I glanced around the room, not finding the pile of red, pixie cups that I had seen before - or the clean, organized stack. I nodded briefly, my strides over towards the bowl. I poured some of the drink into the cup then gave the contents over towards Tori. She bounced like a small child, her eyes on her prize before she drained the whole thing. "I'll want another one later!" she promised, disappearing off into the sea of just teens. I stepped from the kitchen once the cup was filled, knowing that none of the others would go in; they were too busy with their crude movements and alcohol craze.
Not that I had never gone down that path before, exactly, though I grimaced, not finding the amusement of it. Across the room I found Cat dancing with Tori, a wide smile across her face. She was a different animal drunk; not necessarily making a different kind of choices compared to when she was sober, but Cat was less ditzy to say. Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes, almost smirking once a few guys had tried - again as I assumed - to make a move on Cat.
I staggered once I felt weight against me, my limbs moving rapidly in the hopes to save the Hawaiian punch. I glare over my shoulder, scoffing once I found a familiar back pressed against the wall with a blonde chick. "Can't get enough of it, can you?" I growled softly, unintentionally parting the two "couple."
"Hey, it's a party and I'm single, relax," he muttered, his words already slurred.
"Beck, your motto a year ago was anything but," I snarled, vaguely recalling his worries as I was the one dragging him to parties. Not ones exactly like these but a party nevertheless.
"You need to quit getting in my way with girls. We're done, remember?"
"Like I actually care..." I murmured, indulging myself in a quick sip from Vega's drink in my cup.
Dark eyes rolled impatiently before falling on Tori as I had. Andre was just handing her a glass, laughing as she grimaced, the liquid burning down her throat. "Would you care if I started dating Tori?"
I looked to my side hurriedly, my stomach churning abruptly. His face was soft as he was sober, just like he was as a freshman; he wasn't kidding and we was sincerely asking me. I gazed back at the half-Latina her hips swaying with the music, sending my heart to pulse rapidly. My stare was the very same that other guys - including Beck I supposed - had given her before in their flirtatious moments. And while she pushed them away, turning them down for dates, I had wondered what she would do if I did the same. My free hand balled into a fist, my thoughts suppressing wishes I shouldn't have then, or prior. Sikowitz had always said we had great chemistry, starting when I began to look her way.
And, apparently, Beck felt the same for himself. "I don't know..." I partially lied. I wanted her, not him, but I couldn't do anything about it.
"But do you really?" he snapped defensively.
I twisted around, my eyebrow raised. His arms folded across his broad chest, dark eyes glaring down at me. Of course he chooses to be irrational with drink running through his system. "Beck! How about I say no? It's just not easy, alright?"
"There you go, finally telling the truth? Listen to me, quit getting in my way. I won't let you this time..."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"How about I show a, uh, few people that lovely CD you gave me?" he asked softly, his eyes growing cold.
My throat constricted, my eyes widening. "You wouldn't...Beck-"
"If something happens to my next relationship," he points to Tori, "And you're behind it, everybody will see it. Got it?"
"Fucking hell Beck, what is wrong with you?" I whimpered harshly, "Why are you acting like a dick? Why can't you just use that old humble mind of yours? Or did you get to deep into me or any of the other girls and you just lost yourself?"
"I'm warning you now Jade, I'm not kidding," Beck growled, his eyes flashing. I backed off, knowing that it was a mark - a stamp - that sealed his vow. He wasn't kidding; he was playing a dangerous game with his dick as a brain.
I shook my head, getting away from him, not wanting to argue and spill Tori's- "Hey Jade! Can I have another sip?" she bounded towards me, Cat at her heel.
"Go ahead," I murmured, watching as she drained the whole thing. She gave a soft smile before going back to the dance floor, the redhead laughing. And so the cycle began. I filled her drink before going back as a chaperone almost, watching her from afar before handing her the drink. Her eyes darkened with each visit, her hands constantly getting more close. She would brush against my elbow, then my side. Her moves became more fluid, lustful eyes glancing back at me, almost making sure I was watching.
I was.
There came a few points when the cycle paused, either Cat distracting her with a glimmering object like a random disco ball or some dude's strange hat. I would chuckle, oddly finding the Vega's reactions so admirable. Other times, it would be the two dashing to the bathroom, coming back out with their breaths reeking of the mouthwash Cat had "found" and "borrowed" as she so described to me. By the time the redhead had found another guy - who seemed much more entertaining backed into a darkened corner - Tori gravitated towards me, often reminding me to check the time a few seconds after I did.
"Vega! Do you need me to tell you that it's ten forty-one and eleven point two seconds?" I had snapped, her eyes widening at the impatience.
However, to my slight bitter amusement, she replied with a smug smile, "Yes. That would be nice." She didn't ask about the time after that. Not until I rounded Andre, Cat and her up - which wasn't hard since Tori was clinging to my arm, Andre begging to go home and check on his grandmother's parrot, and Cat passed out on the couch with a grin. I had no intentions on finding Beck, who no doubt was in the rooms on the second floor.
-(:)-
She opened the door with sluggish movements, her eyes blinking rapidly at the bright lights. "Whoa," the half-Latina mumbled stupidly. I closed the door behind us, my eyes gliding around the room. Despite the fact that the lights in the kitchen and family room were on, there was nothing around except Tori who stared at the coffee table. "She left a note...my mom did," she muttered, jumping back on the couch with the note in her hands.
"What does it say?" I asked, seating myself on the red couch, setting my keys beside me. My eyes rested on the bottle, Louis Bouillot, my lips smacking. My skull needed to be numb with everything attacking it. Sure I would have to crash at the Vega's but it would be fine.
"Uh... 'I'll be home in a while, your dad has to get some help with work. See you in the morning...'" she quoted. As her babbled filled the room, I clutched the neck of the bottle, grinning as it was already opened. "J-Jade? What are you-"
"Be quiet," I snapped mid-gulp, the liquid sloshing around my teeth and dribbling on my shirt. "Fuck- see? Let me drink this."
"The whole thing?" she questioned, still with a retarded grin plastered across her face. I ignored her, draining about a quarter of it before grimacing, pausing in my motions. I groaned tiredly, my hand on my forehead. "Are you okay Jade?" My eyes widened before I turned around. She scooted closer to me, resting her hand on my shoulder. I shook my head slowly, taking another sip of the drink. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head again, her hand finding mine around the neck of the glass. She gently pulled the drink from my grasp, dark eyes watching me sincerely. "I may be drunk but I'll still listen," she husked softly.
'You're part of the problem,' my mind rambles immediately.
Even so, I set my back against the couch. "I fucking hate my life," I growled, "Never once had I had anything that would just stay with me and just be. Give me Louis, Vega, please."
She obeys hesitantly, the bottle soon in my hands and the drink draining away to my stomach. "I would never leave you..." she soothed quietly, her hand combing through my hair softly as I rested my occupied hand. I closed my eyes, the gesture soft and just...nice. "I would always be with you Jade, never look for another person, never find anything to replace you..."
"How do you know that?" I snapped wearily, my burning gaze watching as the last sip swirled around the green, tinted bottle. I could feel my thoughts beginning to numb, beginning to become harder to control. The urges I had kept at bay for many weeks now had finally come to fight. But I would win...and she would never-
I tensed suddenly, feeling soft lips press themselves against my cheek.
"T-Tori... I-"
"It's fine Jade," she murmured, her gaze growing slightly disappointed as I leaned away, not wanted to act. "Do you want to go up to my room though?" I nodded, holding out my hand. Her eyes rolled as I snatched her wrist, bringing it across the room, up the stairs and through the halls. Once we got to her door - which was sunken in, having it's own little hallway which was barely three feet - I opened it, holding it for her. "Why thank you gentle lady," she saluted, sauntering in as I closed the door.
"You're such a fucking dork," I smirked distastefully, not washing away her enthusiasm.
"You're such an ass," she shot back. I remained standing, frozen with shock, as she chuckled, seating herself on her bed, looking up at the fan as if it was the stars. "Over here," she patted the space beside her, her arm back under her head. I exhale deeply, considering my options, when I find myself taking off my shoes and sitting crisscrossed next to Tori. "Do you ever think about space?"
"No."
"How about rocks?"
"No."
"Bunnies?"
"I have one that lives in my den," I murmured softly, my mind going back to his black, fluffy tail.
Her eyes widened, her back shooting up before she grinned, "What's its name?"
"Fluff-butt or Fluff-ass," I shrugged, "I call him either one."
"So," Vega's brows furrowed, "So do you like bunnies?" My studded brow only raised to answer, my arms crossing; there was no physical way I could've been talking her about bunnies but, well, there we were. "I'll take that as a yes," she concluded. The room grew silent, dark eyes constantly flashing to her wrist and to mine. I twisted around, realizing I was still holding the now empty glass, before setting it down on the ground.
I frowned in thought, keeping my stare to the dark, purple sheets. Beck's vow rang throughout my mind, the back of my neck tingling uncomfortably. I had suddenly wished I had more to drink. However, as I glanced cautiously over to Tori, I realized how much of a bad idea that was. "What are you thinking about?" her voice soothed quietly, "You can tell me." I watched as she kicked off her shoes, pushing herself further up the bed.
"Beck..." I growled.
Her eyes closed for a split second, growing in a bitter mood. "Oh. Do you want to get back with him?"
"No, not for a good, few weeks," I answered, my gut twisting as my eyes wondered over to her.
'God damn it, why the hell does she have to be so- so...fuck,' my thoughts rambled.
"So you don't want to? Why are you thinking of him then?" Tori asked, growing confused. I shook my head, waving her off before I stood up. "Oh come on, tell me. You can," she followed suit, her steps hesitantly moving towards me.
Deciding to play with my chances, I gave a defeated sigh. My fingers scratched the back of my neck, my eyes narrowing to the ground. "It's nothing much. He just promised to something fucking stupid if I got in the way of his dates," I muttered, conveniently skipping the few details that the "dates" were Tori.
"Like what?" As I murmured something over her breath, not wanting to admit it while my face grew hot, she took my hand. My eyes switched towards her, blinking in uncertainty. "You don't have to be scared to tell me..."
"It's just- it's embarrassing..." I drooped my head.
"I won't care," she murmured truthfully, "I really won't." Invisible strings stitched themselves over my mouth, not only keeping me quiet but my eyes watering as well. Shame was all what had gone through my mind as Tori cooed softly, wiping away the tears that had escaped. "Is it that bad?" she tilted her head to the side, "You don't really need to, I was just curio-"
"No," I whimpered a growl, "No it's just I haven't really had anybody want to know...or care to." I felt the buzz of the drink wash away at my stomach, only to put a glaze over my tongue and numb my thoughts. Nothing was exactly clear enough to confirm whether or not it was worthy of telling. "When-when we started having, uh, sex," I muttered, her attention unceasing, "He asked me to give him a video on a CD and so I did... And, fuck-"
"He was going to leak it," Tori finished venomously, her eyes darkening ruthlessly.
"And so if I got in the way, he would go home and...god," I buried my face in my hands, my body leaning into Vega's as she clutched me, our stances swaying. "He never acted like that before! What the fuck is wrong with him... Ever since we had our first time he's always been pushing for it and pushing for it. I stopped wanting it, there was no emotion attached to it after a while. I just- I can't deal with it anymore."
She hushed me as a grandmother would a baby, her hands gliding along my back. "It's fine, it's fine. I'm here. I told you I would be..."
"That's what he said before he dumped me. That's what my mom said before she left the family business for her stupid shit. That's what everybody tells me Tori but the only one who kept that word is my god-fucking-damned rabbit." She broke away, not far, but enough to keep me confused. I stare wildly as she strips her bracelet from her wrist, the silver carrot charm dangling from the black thread.
She stepped forward, slipping it over my hand. "Well then I'm like your rabbit; I'm going to be there for you even if I forget."
"Thank you," I whispered meekly, my arms wrapping around her shoulders tightly as hers does the same.
"Are we friends now?"
I take a moment to think about it, deciding whether or not to answer what I want to. Deciding to be an ass, I smirked. "No."
In a quick instant, she broke away, folding her arms in a dramatically hurt fashion, a grin ghosting her lips as she gazed at my gleeful smile. "Well fine then. Be like that..."
"No," I muttered, suddenly missing the contact. My steps moved me closer, fumbling over my shoes. With a few yelps, we landed on the floor, Tori taking the blow for me. My body became intertwined with hers, her breath tickling my ear. I picked myself up enough to see her whole face. "Whoops," I rasped, "Sorry I kind of...sometimes...trip."
"I've noticed," she giggled. I found myself lingering over her eyes, watching as they darted between my own. They darkened, seeming to mirror my own. "Jade..." Tori murmured quietly, her tone filled with the lingering need that had tainted it all night long.
I wanted to kiss her then and there, so I did. She remained frozen under it for a moment, though as I made to break it her hand found the back of my neck, her own moving with mine. My hand gripped her back as she groaned quietly, bringing sweet fantasies to mind.
I tensed, actually breaking it immediately with my heart rushing. "Tori," I whined, throat croaking, "We can't- I don't want to risk us having..." She merely gazed up at me, her expression growing hurt. "Tori?" I asked softly, brushing her hair.
"God damn it Jade. For the past two nights I've felt nothing like this and, fuck, I want it. So what if we have sex? I. Want. It." Dark eyes widened, her cheeks blushing in her shock at her outburst. "I- I mean...do-do you? I, I just-"
My lips found her jawline, quieting her for a moment. "I- I do. I really, honestly do but I don't want to do it when you're drunk and me very tipsy. I just...I- I don't know."
"Jade, I want it but I don't want to loose this feeling. Please...I can barely control it and I just don't want to loose it," she rambled softly, her eyes growing soft. "Can you? While, while we have the chance?" None of that would make any sense to a sober's mind - even Tori's - however in the language of alcohol, it made perfect sense.
My consciousness argued otherwise, though I still nodded softly, my body maneuvering it by itself. I leaned in but before her lips could connect with mine I drew back. "Is this your-your first time?" I didn't want to ruin anything, especially if it ended like shit and that would've been it.
Vega propped herself with her arm, the left clutching my back as she whispered in my ear, "Take it..."
I felt my dam break, not able to hold anything back any longer. I nodded briefly before diving to her lips, their lock soon becoming sloppy and heated. Her lips parted for a moment so I took my chance gingerly, sliding my tongue in. Tori froze, earning a smirk; I knew then she hadn't gone that far. I caress mine with her own tongue, a moan vibrating between us. I stifle another one as I feel hands wonder along my shirt, grazing against skin.
Pushing her away, she momentarily growled before smirking as I ripped my piece of clothing. Dark eyes flicked between my eyes and my full chest, a gleeful glint sparking them. I grin mischievously before closing the gap, my tongue dragging along her neck. "Oh god..." she husked, before her arms firmly gripped my own. With Vega's lips pressed against mine, I fall gently to my back, the carpet itching underneath. I don't mind, however, as my own fingers trail along her spine, underneath her cotton shirt.
My back arched once her leg brushed in between mine, my throat letting out one of the most god-damned, aroused moans I have ever gave. "Fuck," I gritted my teeth, her lips moving along my neck.
"Should we get moving to the bed?" she asked, her eyes moving to mine.
"Yes," I gasped, her fingers still running along my skin. I abruptly gripped her sides, earning a fine giggle, hoisting her up and onto the bed. I crawled over her, my waist halting before setting on her own, grinding against it slowly. Tori leaned forward, her lips pressing against my mid-torso. My fingers combed through her hair, nails scratching against my back. I grinned cheekily, her mouth departing as she tore off her shirt without a second thought. "You enjoying yourself there?" I asked softly, her mouth trailing above my chest.
"Very..." she drawled, pressing her lips against mine. Caramel hands wonder around my back, occasionally teasing the clip of my bra. With a soft groan from my lips, the confines dropped from my chest, my arms moving out of the way, the undergarment disappearing from my sight and care. "Sh-shit," she cursed, bringing me to her. She cupped them gingerly before hesitantly dragging her tongue along my left nipple.
"God Tori..." I sighed, lacing it with pleasure. With that motivation, the youngest Vega continues, my hand finding the clip for her own. It unclips, being tossed across the room carelessly. My eyes glide over her chest, hardened tanned nipples moving with her heavy breathing. Despite the breathing difficulties, we dive for our mouths again, her hand finding my back pocket. She slipped out my pear-phone, dropping it beside us on the other side of the bed as her back meets the sheets.
As the few hours go by, our skin heats to the point that makes Arizona seems like a fun day in the summer, and our energy only builds up more and more until we fall asleep from pure exhaustion... I couldn't have exchanged it for the world.
However, it seemed merely seconds when my eyes blinked, finding myself in an orange-bathed room. 'This isn't mine,' my thoughts gather as I sit up, grimacing slightly. I glance down over my bare chest, finding multiple bruises. My brows furrow in slight concern until my attention trails up to my wrist, a black, threaded bracelet with a silver carrot charm at the end. I smiled softly, turning my head over to my side. I gave a warm chuckle, following the trails of marks I had left along her back. Her hair covered her bare shoulders, caramel torso moving soundlessly with her breathing.
Our time in her bed flushed through my skull, bringing a giddy twitch to my gut.
However, I twisted around as my thighs tickled, vibrations humming against the sheets. In a short panic, I quickly snatched my phone, answering it with a quick, hushed, "Yes?"
"Where the hell are you?" my dad's voice growled.
"I- At a friend's house..." I grimaced. It didn't matter how much we didn't get along, I never had any intention to break curfew. Anything else, though, was game on.
"And why is that?" he grouched quietly, "Your not sleeping with Beck are you?"
"No!" I snarled quietly, before my voice fell to a whisper, "No, it's just a friend."
"Why exactly?"
"There was an accident and I didn't want to go on the highway with a drunk friend right beside me..." I lied quickly. Despite the unconvincing nature of it, he sighed in defeat, quickly grumbling a 'Get home or you will be taken out of Hollywood Arts.' I bit the inside of my cheeks, my phone dropping to the bed before I nimbly guide my limbs to the edge. I jerk cautiously as my foot touched a smooth, cool object. Hesitantly, I grab it from the floor, my elbows on my knees as I stare at the bottle of champagne. In a sudden outburst, the rest of the night's sequence sloshed through my mind. "Shit," I cursed, standing abruptly as my eyes darted along my scattered clothes.
My heart began to thump rapidly, my ears throbbing as I hastily gathered my socks, underwear and bra before nearly tripping over myself. "Fuck," I sneered, glaring down at my shoes. I reached over, grabbing my t-shirt before pulling it over my head, my pants soon slipping on. With the damn converse following, I sat uneasily on the bed, my phone in one hand and the glass bottle in the other. My gut churned horribly, eyes closing in a sudden shame.
A groan brought me back to reality, stripping my attention to the items in my hands. My eyes glanced over the alarm clock, which was set to six-thirty, half an hour from now. Leaning over the bed, I pulled the sheets from her lower chest, over to her shoulders. 'Let her sleep,' my thoughts reasoned as I pressed my lips against her temple. Quietly, I crept back, doing a quick skim over the room to ensure I hadn't missed anything. I would have to tell her later otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk to her at school, knowing my dad's heavy promises.
I stalked across the room, my eyes lingering on her sleeping form. I pressed my hand down on the handle, pulling it towards me before I stepped forward, startling at the figure standing stock still. My mouth gaped open, unable to for the proper words as Mr. Vega frowned, confused. "Jade? What are you doing-" I cringed, knowing his eyes wondering over Tori's own scattered clothes. I shifted to the side as he stepped in, focusing my stare down at the ground as he looked at his daughter.
'His daughter who he thinks you just fucked and were about to leave her...' the criticizing voices snarled. I vaguely hear the officer murmur into Tori's ear before striding towards the door.
He closes it quietly, his feet remaining right in front of me. We were both bathed in the dark shadow that the short hall to Tori's door gave, both of us close enough to notice the finest details of our clothing. He folded his arms, his eyes focusing on the floor. "Did you two have sex?" he murmured quietly, his voice not hinting any sort of emotion as a cop would do.
"Y-yes," I whispered quietly, "I- I dropped her off here and we ended up talking and then...shit happened. I'm- I'm so sorry." I lift my gaze up to meet his own, eyes surveying me with interest. "I didn't, I wouldn't have if I didn't drink this...or, or just give in."
"What do you mean?" he hummed.
"I- she was flirting with me all night and when we got here it just- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Do you have feelings for my daughter?" he cut across, wanting his own questions answered. I nodded slowly, my eyes burning as my cheeks reddened.
"I- I'm sorry," I croaked.
He gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "It's okay, Jade... Honestly I thought she would've done it sooner with all of the parties the boys have always been talkin' about. But, why the hell are you leaving? You can't be running away."
"I don't want to," I replied firmly, my grip tightening around my phone, "But my dad- he called and it was probably him who woke me up. I have to get home otherwise I won't be at Hollywood Arts anymore. I-" I give a small laugh, "I kind of crossed too many lines."
"So," Mr. Vega started before he halted in his words, head craning to the side as small, off-key hums made their way down the hall. We watched, silently, as Trina passed right in front of Tori's door - of us - with a towel in her hands. She paid no attention to the two people within the small, divit of the wall. Both the sister's father and I share a brief, glance. "Anyway," he continues, "So what are you going to do about it while I'm off to my trip?"
I stared at his stone expression, muttering under my breath, "I need to just talk to her. Clear this up and, maybe, just start over. I can't- I swear I wouldn't have gone straight in if we were actually starting something..."
His lips spread across with a wide smile, pleased with my answer. "I swear with all of the scenarios of this conversation I had in mind, I didn't quite think it would turn out this way. Now, that is, if you keep your word," he warned, his features still soft.
"I will," I nodded.
He began to stride towards the stairs, stepping down casually before I went to do the same. My neck prickled against my shirt as I vaguely heard the rustling of sheets, a soft 'fuck' ghosting from the room behind me. I bit my lip, briefly checking the time. I had to get home, then and there. And so my steps padded down the hall, bottle still in my hand. "By the way Jade," I hear a voice from the kitchen, "You're gonna have to pay Holly back for the Louis Bouillot."
"How about I buy two?" I grinned, earning a slight chuckle.
"You do that." I bowed my head before darting towards the door, quickly remembering to snatch my keys from the couch. "I thought those keys didn't look familiar..." I distinctly heard him mutter through his coffee just as I closed the door behind me. With a champagne bottle, keys and phone in my hand, I sprinted to my car, wildly attempting to start it before I rushed home.
My eyes flicker open as the phone rings. "One more fucking time and I swear," I snapped viciously, picking up the phone. "What?"
"Well sorry I got you at a bad time... Did I wake you?" Andre's voice sounds from the other end.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
"Okay, really bad time then," he grumbles. "I have an idea though..."
"What do you mean?" I frown, my gut twinging excitedly though my jaw clenches.
"Well...I was listening to some of Curtis' songs and I have a perfect one." I practically can hear him grinning from his glee.
My eyes narrow at the alarm clock, reading '11:58.' "Andre. It's nearly midnight-"
"So? You're awake-"
"Yeah. Thanks for that," I growl. "Anyway, what do you have in mind?"
"Well...it'll be perfect we just have to wait a week or two for the November Showcase."
"I'm loosing my mind here," I breath calmly, my glare focusing on the bookcase in front of me.
He sighs momentarily before answering, "But this way we know for sure you're going to have the audience you want; all H-A kids need attend, remember? She'll be there."
"...fine..."
"You wanna call up Dennis and Marcus?"
"...sure," I say with a hint of a grin.
Holy shit guys... This chapter, I'm telling you now the past seven chapters were just me loading a pistol. Well, with this one I shot the bullet finally and, well, let's see where that bullet flies! And also, shit guys...I didn't intend for it to be 10,000+ words. X3
I hope you enjoyed!
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PS- Some of you have been wondering where the angst of this story would come from...well here you go. We have the first taste! :D