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Tori's Perspetive-

She sighs, her pencil scratching over lines written a few minutes before. I furrow my brow, placing my binder on the floor before tilting my head. "Jade?" I ask, "You having trouble coming up with stuff?" She merely grunts, nodding her head tersely. I grimace pitifully, shifting over towards her. "Is that the script for your class?"

"Yes Vega," she mumbles, scrawling a few words for dialogue.

I listen as she sighs, shaking her head before stuffing the materials in her bag. Jade rests her feet on the coffee table, eyes fixated on the blank screen. "Are you going to put a script in for the showcase or whatever?" I try again, earning a swift glance.

"Dunno..."

"Oh come on Jade, you'll do fine," I grin, "I wouldn't be surprised if you got the scholarship stuff." I bump her elbow with mine lightly, a glare sent my way with a raised brow. Well at least she isn't dead.

"And how do you know that?" she growls.

I roll my eyes, answering, "Oh come on. You're a good writer, you can think of something. Write about a beast attacking people or whatever."

"What's the point of that?" she sneers.

"I don't know," I shrug, "Just spitting stuff out."

"Can you quiet down then?"

I raise a brow, folding my arms cockily before retorting, "Make me. I'm just trying to help."

I grin at her chuckles as she leans in, murmuring, "You shouldn't tell me to 'make you' do anything for shit..." Her lips are against mine, moving gingerly as I close my eyes. Her hesitance but need sneaks through her lips, fingers caressing my jaw. I snake my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Jade lets out a short, quiet groan, her hand gripping my thigh as she shifts over. My leg hooks around her right - or left, I don't really know - pressing her closer. My gut begins to heat rapidly, seeing as this is the most we've done in a long time. Her hands clutch my side, bringing my waist against hers. Once I drop my left hand to support our weight, I feel a tentative tongue brush against my bottom lip, seeking access. It's granted, unsurprisingly, and a small, hitched breath escapes my lips as hers runs over my own tongue.

In a swift movement I pull myself over her lap, my own legs pinching her sides as nails dig at my lower torso. I bring my hands, cupping her cheeks as our lips crash together furiously, wanting more contact. I feel a small grin stretch over her lips as we continue, the same excitement blossoming in my gut. I can't think past any thoughts besides just pure enjoyment, and maybe some hormones...but I doubt we'll go that far.

"DO YOU TWO NEED A ROOM?" Well, we definitely won't go that far.

I jerk abruptly, my jaw snapping before Jade let's out a low groan, her boot shoving itself against my gut. I crash against the coffee table, Trina scampering down the stairs while I fix my gaze on Jade who has her hand over her mouth. "Ow! Why did you kick me?" I snap.

"I didn't mean to- you bit my lip!" she hisses, twisting around to shoot a glare at my sister, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What are you doing to my sister?" she growls back as I pick myself up, "Were you two about to have-"

"No," the two of us snarl in unison. A short buzz sounds in the short silence in the room, Jade fishing her phone from her pocket. She scowls before shoving it back in, her hands shouldering her bag.

"I have to go and pick up my brother," she announces bitterly, casting a quick glare towards Trina who watches her suspiciously. With a devious smirk, Jade tilts my jaw towards her, lips pressing feverishly against mine to spite my sister. I don't mind, however, as I wrap my arms around her neck, going with the tease. She parts from me with a sinister - yet playful - smirk, snapping her jaws as she leaves towards the door, eyebrow raising towards Trina.

"I-I," my sister stumbles over her words, my fingers brushing along my lips. "I...and I was saying you had to do better with Beck..."

"Well," I drawl, recalling events that happened oh so long ago, "You did see how I woke up that one morning right?"

"Oh no...you two should never be alone ever," she widens her eyes as I roll mine.

I shake my head, mumbling, "I don't think either of us are necessarily ready for that so don't worry..."

"But you were trying to talk her into the play?" she asks, brushing the whole situation over to the best of her abilities.

Was she really listening to all of that? "I'm not going to- you know!" I snap, snatching my bag from the side before storming up the stairs. God Trina can be so...nosey. That's the only thing that comes to mind and it's probably the only thing my mom will allow me to say...

-(:)-

The sheets rustle beneath me as I shift my back over, staring blandly at the ceiling as the light outside grew gradually dimmer. I blink slowly at the fan, watching as it spins and spins and spins and spins... I growl as my stomach grumbles, flipping over to my side. Dinner is almost ready, as I checked a few minutes prior to my current state, though it's not ready enough. I jerk up, my eyes blinking in the half-lit room while my phone buzzes against my bed. I grab it from my side, flicking through the screens.

Jade- Alright...I'm doing it.

I grin happily, a smile forming across my lips. It's been a long while since I've seen any of her works showcased and I think it's about time that she gives her other talents a good run. Typing, I come back to her text almost a half a minute later.

Tori- Yay! :D Do you know what you'll do for it?

She doesn't respond immediately - which I kind of expected - leaving me to twist my head around towards my mom's call for dinner. Right when I am in the middle of something of course... Just as I move to go, I feel the phone against my hand, bringing my eyes down.

Jade- I'm not telling.

I roll my eyes, having expected that answer as well.

My strides guide me to the stairs then to the table where I seat myself in front of a salad and chicken. I dive into my meal as the others do, the three going into a conversation about Trina's day. I'm nearly done with my salad and half my chicken once my mom turns to me. "So how was your day?"

"Good," I nod honestly, going back to my food.

She furrows her brows, picking my head up curiously. "I haven't seen Beck in a while..." I widen my eyes as Trina hides her stricken face behind a cup of water. I haven't told her... I haven't told her and it's been nearly a week. Trina knows, dad knows but...oh god.

"Uh," I drawl, setting my fork down, "I, um, I broke up with him..."

Slowly, she places her own utensils down before glancing at me curiously. "What for?" my mom asks.

"I didn't feel anything there," I mumble honestly, "I-I kind of had my eye on someone else..." I might as well just tell her now, even if she won't love the idea.

"Who?" she replies, eyes darting softly to catch my own with no success.

I swallow, answering hesitantly, "J-Jade..."

"West? The same one who treats you badly?" she tilts her head to the side, trying to wrap her brain around it. I can't blame her, honestly, though I stand my ground. I nod, still training my stare down at my plate. "For how long?"

"A, uh, little while actually..." I whisper, though she still catches it.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Holly," my dad intervenes cautiously, his eyes darting nervously between the two of us.

"No, why- wait. Did she tell you?" my mom turns to him.

He shakes his head somberly, glancing at me as I give him a deep breath, letting him go ahead. "Well," he starts, "yeah...but only when I caught them..."

"What?" my mom snaps, eyebrow raised as she grips the table. I bow my head, sinking into my chair. My mom is really adamant about me not having sex until I'm old enough. Well, that was thrown out of the window with me initiating it...like four months ago. I turn away at her accusatory stare, "Victoria-" God I hate that "- What in God's name did you do?"

"We- mom...I," I sputter out, flashing a worried stare at her. She's not happy, I conclude. Not happy at all. I know she doesn't care that I'm with a girl - even if we haven't technically been dating - but with Jade, well, that's a bit of a problem it seems. That and a bunch of other stuff which really I think she's worried about at the moment. "I- yes...no, I'm, I- fuck."

"Language," she hisses, "Did she take my baby's virginity-"

"I asked for it-" I clap a hand over my mouth, darting my gaze towards both of my parents. Now I'm not sure what Jade has told me dad, since they have - apparently - talked about it, but my mom...well.

"You WHAT?"

My dad stands up hesitantly, trying to take control of the situation. "Holly, what's done is done, okay? We just have to roll with the punches-"

"How did that happen?" she spat as I rose from my chair, stepping from the table.

I honestly would be lying if I said I didn't want Trina to butt into this. I need anything to distract my mom's disciplinary and disappointed stare which I hate so much. "I- I got drunk at a party and, and Jade- she drank your-"

"SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KNEW ABOUT MY DRINK?" she explodes at the sound of Jade's name. God damn it, this isn't turning out well.

"Holly! Calm down, it isn't as bad-"

"What do you mean it's not bad? The girl who bullied her for months took her virginity and got her drunk!"

"No," I growl heatedly, "No actually, Beck gave me some of the drinks to get me drunk and Jade tried to protect me throughout the party." With the new fire in my system I step forward, teeth bared. "Beck kept asking for more and more and more and yet Jade said to wait and wait until we were sober but I wanted it and I initiated it. I've been doing far worse to Jade than she has ever done to me and that's that! Tell me one more time that she bullied me and sure she was a pain in my ass but she wasn't doing it to just see me broken!" Okay, at the start of Jade's opinion of me, that may be what she was doing but we'll gloss over that... "Mom, I want her not Beck...just please."

"Why didn't you tell me Tori?" she asks again. Something flashes through her gaze before she adds, "And you're not to see Jade whatsoever in the near future."

"Mom," I snap, "That is not happening. I would be more likely to just shove her in a closet with me than not see her." I snarl an unintelligible sound before storming off, leaving my chicken along on the dish. My steps find their way to my room, burying myself under the covers. She'll get over it, I know, but as I lay with the pillow in my face, shoulders trembling, it won't be as easy as I hoped it would.

-(:)-

I stare inside the metal box for longer than I should, the main hall buzzing as it usually does behind me. I twist around briefly, my eyes wandering over the groups of people about. Guiding it back towards the locker, I growl quietly, momentarily cursing a certain dream that I had last night. It started off normally - if you would call dreams that - and then Jade stepped in. I drop my gaze towards the bottom of the locker, lingering over my textbooks as my mind replays her pale skin, extended throat and low moa-

The locker slams closed in front of me, a breath seeping from my nose slowly. 'Quit that Tori, not now,' my thoughts manage as I twist around, leaning against my back against the metal, eyes focused straight ahead. I feel my heart pump anxiously, though somewhat slowly. That made no sense but that's how I'm describing it... It's just, well...pumping hard but at a normal pace. Does that make any- I'm going to quit it... The point's made.

My heart throbs to just see her so I can just grab her and- God, what the hell am I thinking?

I shake my head, rubbing my forehead before my eyes glide over towards the glass locker. Beck crouches in front of it, staring inside with a bitter gaze. I furrow my brows, watching as Andre and Cat join him. His dark eyes glance over towards me, my lips pursing into a soft, awkward smile as his does the same. He looks...tired actually. Tired and just not there. Like the lights in the house are on but no one's exactly home.

However, the slamming of a certain locker door snatches my attention, Jade finally out of Sikowitz' class. She crosses the hall, my heart pumping faster as my eyes linger over her bare shoulders almost glowing past her ripped, band tank top. 'God, quit it! You actually need to talk to her Tori!' thoughts growl at my hormones accusingly. Black converse make their way towards me, Jade halting in front, studded brow raised.

Before she could spit out a word, I hiss, "Janitor's closet, need to talk, now."

"Okay- Jesus Vega!" she snaps as I tug the wrist that was held out lazily, our steps thundering towards the closet. I nearly slam the door, throwing Jade inside, and then turn around with my chest heaving slightly. I flick my gaze over her in the dim light - the bulb needs to be replaced in her but the janitor, ironically, hasn't gotten to it yet - pale eyes glancing at me in a brief glare. Leaving her bag on the floor, I make a step towards her, my mind just whirling at the fact that, damn it, she's fucking hot.

My lips press against her feverishly, her mouth frozen under mine for a brief second. Hands begin to grip my back, lips moving at the same pace while we stumble towards the wall. One arm lashes out, keeping us both from falling. "T-Tori!" I hear her whine softly as I move towards her jaw.

I freeze, realizing that my right hand had snuck under her shirt, resting on her stomach. "Uh...sorry," I pull away, her breaths coming out short with blush spreading across her cheek. I mentally make a rule for myself to not just jump on her every single time I get in the mood...though from her darkening stare she doesn't mind- Wait, that's beside the point. "I- I do need to talk to you but you just...I didn't mean to go too fast, I kind of just-" I stumble over my words before I feel her lips against my cheek, silencing me.

"I'm fine Vega, really...I was just nearly impaled by a broomstick is all," Jade smirks, possibly breaking some laws of innocence somewhere. Or everywhere.

"I just, I-" my words stutter before I shake my head. "My mom, uh, knows now and...and she's not happy at the moment." The effect is immediate. A flash of disappointment crawls through her expression before she could stop it, her back leaning against the shelf. She exhales slowly, her teeth gnawing at my lower lip. "Jade?" I mutter, watching as she picks up her bag. "No, Jade...Jade," I grab her wrist once her own hand clasps the door handle, "It's fine. She'll get over it sometime..."

"How did she react exactly? Did she just sit down or did she yell?" she growls quietly, pale eyes piercing through mine. I stumble over my words, not wanting to answer as she nods. "Of course," Jade hums, going to open the door.

I hiss, snapping, "Don't leave me here, I can't deal with her alone..." My words halt her movements entirely, her stare down at the floor. Hesitantly, her hand falls from the door along with her bag.

She turns around, pursing her lips. "I wouldn't ever leave you," she whispers, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. I do the same, my chest feeling as if ten pounds had just crashed into it. I feel like we took a step back, unable to move forward to where we were exactly. I bury my head at the crook of her neck, my lips moving out of guilt.

"I'm sorry..."

-(:)-

"Alrighty!" Sikowitz beams, throwing his hands out as the class turn their attention towards him. "What? I have an announcement," he pouts, staring over all. Most of us just blink at him, my hand frozen on Jade's lap as her fingers grip mine seeing as the teacher interrupted. "Anyway," he waves his hands, clearly not getting the reaction he wanted, "We casted the votes for the string of plays for the Script-Bash and now we have the five entered. So there will be Jackson's play, who isn't here right now-"

"I am," spoke a quiet boy from the corner, raising his hands.

Sikowitz takes a step back, his eyes narrowing at him. "You're in this class?"

"Uh...yeah?"

"Huh," the man shook his head, "Well then... Uh, we have Amy's play, who isn't here, and then Jade's and- then Gregory-"

"Wait, what?" I hear Jade's voice ring beside me, her husk almost accusatory.

Sikowitz' blue gaze swept over, grinning toothily at her. "Why yes little princess-"

"Don't call me that."

"-you are going to be directing your script for the show. You did enter right? Or is there a Jade North running around with her directions confused?" He glances down at the paper, skimming over the lines to make sure a Jade North didn't actually enter. "Actually, yours had the most votes...I don't know why you're surprised." Jade nods softly, her hand brushing away from mine as she presses her knuckles against her lips in thought. Shrugging, the teacher continues, going over the general information about the performances that was explained before.

I watch as pale eyes loose focus of the ground below them, her foot tapping slowly. My brow furrows, my body not jerking as the bell rings as it usually does. I remain beside her, the rest of the class filtering out for lunch. Andre picks up my gaze momentarily, gesturing towards Jade with a concerned expression. As an answer I shrug, not knowing anything. He nods, carrying himself out the door while Cat waits patiently, practically squirming at the spot for some ice-cream that was promised.

I tilt my head to the side as her eyes flick up, not apparently taken aback from the loss of people. "Jade?" I whisper gingerly, "Are you, are you surprised that-"

"It wasn't my best work," she mumbles smoothly, her gaze switching towards me, "I didn't really expect that it would be accepted since 'Well Wishes' wasn't and I quite liked that one..."

I stare into her eyes, searching through the cracks and different layers; once again I find myself stunned by their perplexity as I have been before. "Is there anything else?" I ask quietly, picking up on her hesitance. Her mouth parts, eyes dropping to search for the proper words before she closes it. "It's fine Jade..." I hum, placing my lips against the side of her temple, "You don't have to tell me."

She nods, slowly picking herself up as I follow, grabbing my back. With her own over her shoulder, she clears her throat softly. "Do...do you want to, uh, play the main role?" her eyes almost wince, darting between mine gingerly.

A small smile creeps along my lips, her own expression falling into what I would call relief. I take her hand gently, murmuring, "I would love to."

Anyway, I think I'm good with this...eh, not really. The last chapter and this one have been kind of fillers so, whatever. So there's not too many chapters left, about five or so. Something like that. That and/or I'm trying to get the rest of this story before the end of this month so I can get 'Wooden Door' done with which won't be a very long one.

So I hope you enjoyed anyway!

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PS- I may or may not have posted this "late" because I was writing a very good, uh, scene for later... ;)