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Chapter 19 – She's come undun

Tori's Pov

"I wonder what it's like to watch someone being dissolved in vat of acid. Alive that is. It's not fun if their dead. Then it'd be like dissolving any random thing, like a chair or a toy truck. Maybe it would smell a bit worse, but not nearly as fun. No screams…."

I looked up from my burrito with a frown. "Jade, were eating."

"So what."

"Jade, That's hardly proper lunchtime conversation."

Seeming annoyed by me throwing shade on her speculation, Jade quickly sneered back. "I'd bet you'd scream really loud if I dissolved you in acid."

I quickly pondered how to respond and decided to fight fire, with fire. "Not if I slashed your throat during sex, with a razor blade first. Right as you were about to orgasm, I might add."

I don't think she was expecting that reply as her mouth sort of slowly fell open with a somewhat stunned expression. For several seconds she just sat there looking as if she were trying to either picture just that."

"Someone call the fire department, because Jade's been burned." Quipped Rex in a rather gleeful tone.

"OOOOOHHHHH…" Retorted Andre and Beck in near unison.

Perhaps I went a bit too far, as Jade jumped up from the table and roared. "Shut the fuck up!"

Then she sat back down and turned to me and glared, looking as if she was going to say something, but just as quickly went back to eating her salad.

"Hey Jade, Aren't you mad at Tori." Asked Cat, who up to this point had been silent.

Jade then briefly looked up from her plate. "None of your beeswax, I'll deal with her later."

Jade and I have been dating for almost 3 full weeks now and things have been going pretty good. Well, for Jade and I that is and considering how much of a train wreck this all was at the start, I'm happy. We've been taking it slow. A lot of our time has been spent on studying for final exams together. Those start in a few days. Summer is almost here and I'm really looking forward to spending it with Jade. In fact I'm thinking of asking her to officially be my girlfriend. I get giddy just thinking about it.

Sitting here eating the last of my lunch, I worry for a moment about what Jade meant by "deal with her later" but I quickly dismiss it as just; Jade talk. She's got to be able to get as well as she gives.

Looking up at her, as finishes off the last of her salad with a rather sour expression, I smile. She does not smile in return; choosing only to eat the jello that remained on her plate. Still I didn't worry.

Of course no sooner as we had gotten up from our table a pale hand grabbed my wrist.

"You and me…broom closet….Now!"

As I was quickly pulled away, I could hear the guys giggling and at the same time, cat say. "Ooooo…Tori's in trouble."

Again I worried for a moment, if was really in trouble, but once again told myself, no.

As she had before, she pulled me into the closet and promptly….

….hugged me.

Just like that, she pulled me and tightly wrapped her arms around me. I like it when she hugs me like that. Not only is she touching me, but I can smell her. I like her scent. Today, she smell's faintly of lavender. And as she buried her head into my shoulder, gripping me as if life depended on it, she said nothing.

I love it when she holds me. We're going slow, but it's perfect little moments like these that really make me hope we have a future together.

After a moment she lets go and smirks.

"So I'm not in trouble?" I query.

For a moment her smirk widened into a solid grin, then she kissed me. "Fabulous burn…You're wonderful….later vega."

Then she left.

How good is that, I totally burn her and I get a hug and a kiss. She really likes me. Just thinking about it, I suddenly squeal with Joy.

The rest of the day went rather uneventfully. We had no plans for that night, as Jade had a term paper to finish and I had a song project to finish writing.

The next morning, I walked up to Jade at her locker.

"You like coffee."

Slamming her locker shut, Jade raised an eyebrow. "Is this a trick question?"

Quickly chuckling, I said. "No. Have you heard of that new ultra expensive coffee bar up near Beverly hills that just opened."

"Yeah, I think it's called, The golden bean. Supposedly some of the best coffee the country."

I then held what looks like 2 tickets. "They're having a special tasting event, to help promote the place. My mom had a friend who was invited, but she couldn't make it. My mom turns out, couldn't use them either, so she gave them to me. The event is tonight, at 6:00. Wanna come?"

Jade, I guess, lit up at the thought of free exotic coffees from around the world. "Damn right."

We then quickly arranged for Jade to drive us out there, immediately after school. We could window shop a bit in the ultra-expensive stores nearby then attend the coffee tasting.

More time to spend with Jade, I was really looking forward to it as the day rolled on. Finally the day ended and we left for the event. With traffic we wound up in the ultra-exclusive shopping district around 4:30. We planned to window shop, attend the event, then some quick dinner and back to studying.

As we got out of the car, Jade slipped her fingers into mine and we headed off. I loved all the expensive fashions and jewelry visible in the windows. I know Jade didn't like it, but she indulged me and even made some comments about how this or that would look good on me. It meant a lot to know that she was doing this for me. Oh don't get me wrong, she did make some acid comments, but mostly it was about the well dressed women and men around.

It was nearly 6:00 and we decided to head to the tasting. Just a short bit away from the coffee bar we were passing a sidewalk café, in front of a small but expensive, hotel. Neither of us paid attention to the various people here.

At least until I heard a voice call out.

"Jade?"

Looking over at Jade, I saw her visibly cringe, then look over to a small group of well dressed women at one of the tables.

Seeing Jade look over, one of the women, raised her hand. "Jade. Here darling."

With a grunt Jade, still holding my hand, walked towards the table.

The woman who called Jade had long blonde hair, striking features was very very well dressed, with what looked like a solid gold tennis bracelet. She looked very rich. I guessed she was in her 40's but she looked much younger.

As we got nearer, I got a closer look at her eyes, they were the exact same as Jades. Not to mention that some of her facial features were jade's as well.

I had been Jade's house a few times, mostly we either studied or cuddled, while watching horror films. I met her father again and he was cold and businesslike but otherwise polite. Her stepmother was around occasionally but seemed to avoid Jade.

A few times I had asked Jade about her real mother. She told me a few things, such as her sister had died and they came from money but when I asked, she always steered me away from the subject.

"Is this your mother Jade?"

Jade quickly gritted her teeth, "Yes, and her friends."

Arriving at the table, they looked like they were having an early dinner, consisting mainly of martinis and looked to be on about the 5th or 6th course.

"Jade darling, what are you doing up here. Joining us?"

"No mother. I'm attending the tasting event down the street, with Tori"

Slightly nervous, but wanting to make a good impression, I stepped forward smiled, and extended my hand.

"Hello Mrs. West. I'm Tori Vega. Pleased to meet you."

For a second she narrowed her eyes and gazed at my hand as if it were covered in insects. Shifting her look to me, she seemed to look at each part of my clothing, down to my shoes. I was wearing one of my nicer outfits. Nevertheless, she quickly scowled with a look of condescension.

"First of all, I'm divorced from Jade's father, I am no longer Mrs. West." Snapped the woman quickly, "I took back my maiden name. It's Miss, Gloria Parkwell. Of the Long Island Parkwells. Do not refer to me as Mrs. West Again. You will refer to me as Miss Parkwell."

"Sorry." I murmured with embarrassment as I withdrew my hand.

She then looked to Jade, who was standing behind me now. "Jade, is this the brute that struck you."

"Yes…er…it's not…quite like that…." Said Jade, as she seemed to fumble over her words, before Gloria cut her off.

"Jade, since you've chosen to date women, I can at least set you up with a better class of girl. I'm going to call, My friend Candice and see if I can set up a date with her daughter, Brittany."

Incensed, I straightened up and frowned. "Excuse me, I'm dating Jade."

Me speaking up only seemed to annoy her further. "I didn't ask you…..Don't you have a house to clean, rather than waste my daughters time. Granted she wastes enough with all this Goth nonsense."

I was shocked. I knew what she was implying and it was an insult, plain and simple. But what made it worse was two things.

The fact that Gloria's rich friends, quickly cackled with laughter or the fact that Jade remained totally silent.

Looking back, I could only see an expression of frustration.

I took a deep breath, trying to push down my danger and tried to ignore the insult "Look Miss Parkwell. I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry If I insulted you, please accept my apologies. I like Jade a lot. She's a special girl, not to mention hugely talented and I hope to keep seeing her."

"Damn right she is. Only she need to be with a better class of people than you. Where did you get that outfit….I know….the dumpster behind the Tijuana Wal-Mart."

She went there and with every passing second, my blood was beginning to boil more and more. Again I heard nothing but silence from behind me. Why is she not doing anything to defend me. Though after a few seconds I heard Jade weakly say.

"Come on…let's go."

But I wasn't going to crawl away. Instead I glared back. "Look Mrs. Parkwell….I don't know why you don't like me. Maybe it's because I'm not rich or maybe your just a bigot. But for your information, my father is of Puerto Rican ancestry and your implication is both unwarranted and extremely rude, to put it midly. I tried to be nice and ignore you insult, but no more. I don't clean houses and neither does my father. He's a cop. Good day."

I then felt my hand being yanked. "Come on." Said Jade, her voice quivering a bit.

As walked away with Jade, she merely sneered back. However just as I turned away, I heard Gloria chuckle and say to her friends.

"He's probably on the take."

With that, my temper, was sent flying off the charts. The last time I was this mad, I punched Jade in the face. Not caring, I yanked my hand away and stormed back up to Gloria.

Fuming, I said."You know Gloria…..I heard you had a sister that died as a child. Hit by a car, wasn't it. I'm sorry to hear that, because I'm bet she was a lot nicer than you. Such a shame your parents were left with a snobby, racist bitch of a daughter, instead of the good one."

I didn't even plan to say that, I just thought of the most devastating thing I could say and blurted it out. Her friends simply gasped in horror, while Gloria simply turned white and began to shake. I wanted to devastate her and she looked quite devastated. Part of me wanted to take it back, but that wasn't possible.

Tears forming in her eyes, she stood up and screamed. "DAMN YOU!

Now sobbing, Gloria then fled.

I could only imagine how Jade would react as I turned to face her. The slap I got across the face, quickly gave me the answer.

"I didn't tell you that, so you could destroy my mother! Why in the fuck, did you say that!" Screamed Jade.

I didn't back down from Jade's mom and I wasn't going to back down from Jade.

"I'm not sure what's worse, her insulting me or you just standing there letting her. Not one word in my defense, not one! How fucking stupid of me to actually, believe you cared for me. "

"Screw you!" Hissed Jade.

"Nice to know you're shaping up to be a utter bitch just like your mother. You're not worth it, you never were. I thought you were kidding about that acid bit, maybe not. Go to hell!"

Still furious, I slapped Jade across the face and walked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her run in the direction her mother had fled.

She just made her choice and it wasn't me…

Fuck her. I muttered as I pulled my phone out to call Trina for a ride home.

I took a break from writing and reading for a few weeks. Sorry to start up again on such a bad note, but bad things happen. More story to come.

The song title, "She's come Undun" is a line from the song Uudun, by the Guess Who.