hey, reminder of the triggers in this chapter. Do not read the Trina parts if you are triggered by teacher-student things happening. (no it's not Sikowitz)
Becks Big Beak (Part 2)
As the last few students trickled out of the classroom, Cat noticed Robbie slumped over in his corner, his eyes closed as if he were lost in a troubled dream. Concern etched across her features, she approached him with a gentle shake.
"Robbie!" she called, her voice soft but insistent.
Startled, Robbie jerked awake, his gaze bleary as he blinked at Cat. "Oh, hey… what did I miss?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes wearily.
With a sympathetic smile, Cat gestured towards the now-empty classroom. "Everything, class is over," she replied, bending down to pick up her backpack.
As she straightened up, Cat's expression turned more serious. "You're still having nightmares?" she asked, her tone laced with worry.
Robbie nodded, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Yeah, I haven't slept a wink," he admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
"I mean it, you really should go to Lane and talk to him," Cat suggested gently, her concern evident in her eyes. "He really helped me out when I had emotional problems."
Robbie regarded her with a mixture of skepticism and consideration. He had known Cat for years, aware of the emotional struggles she had faced. While he appreciated her concern, he couldn't help but feel hesitant about seeking help.
"Maybe. I'll think about it," he replied, his tone uncertain as he wrestled with his inner turmoil.
Cat nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. She knew that opening up about one's emotions wasn't easy, especially for someone like Robbie, who often kept his feelings guarded. With a reassuring smile, she patted his shoulder gently before heading towards the door, leaving Robbie to ponder her suggestion.
The next morning, the bustling energy of Hollywood Arts seemed to overflow onto the set as students eagerly awaited their cues. With more than half of Sikowitz's fourth-period class dressed up and ready for action, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. For these young artists, being on set was not just an extracurricular activity—it was a chance to pursue their dreams while still honing their craft.
Andre found himself by craft services, flashing a charming smile at a cute young PA. "Hey, so I'm uh… in the next scene, where Melinda Murray meets her ex-partner."
"Really? What part do you play?" the PA inquired with genuine interest.
Andre paused, trying to inject a hint of mystery into his response. "Well, I don't have any lines, but…" His attempt at intrigue fell flat as the PA abruptly walked away without a word. "Oh, you gotta go… Okay, talk to you later," he muttered to himself, mustering a casual smile before returning to his friends.
Tori, Jade, and Cat observed the exchange with amusement, and Andre made sure not to show any sign of being bothered by the PA's departure. "Hey!" Tori greeted with a grin. "Saw you working on that hot girl over there."
Andre returned his attention to his friends, deciding to play up the encounter. "Yeah, I think she's into me," he boasted, hoping to pique their interest.
Jade rolled her eyes, still harboring a hint of resentment toward Andre. "Yeah, we could tell by the way she ran away from you screaming," she remarked, her sarcasm dripping like honey.
"She wasn't—" Andre began, but his protest was cut short by the director's interruption.
"Melinda's on her way to set. First positions, please!" the director called out, signaling the start of filming.
Cat gently nudged Tori and Jade, directing their attention to their assigned table at the back of the set. Meanwhile, Andre made his way to his designated spot by the bar as the bell rang overhead, signaling the start of the scene.
Melinda Murray made her grand entrance, exuding confidence and grace as she took her seat amidst a flurry of activity from her entourage. With meticulous attention to detail, they attended to every aspect of her appearance, ensuring she looked flawless for the camera.
The director outlined the blocking for the upcoming scene, instructing the actors on their movements and interactions. "Alright, now on action, Melinda and Jeff will start their conversation and our waiter—" the director gestured to where Beck was standing, snapping his fingers and scrunching his face in concentration.
"Beck," Beck offered his name.
"Beck," the director nodded.
"My boyfriend," Jade added loudly. Tori shot her an exasperated look, which Jade only responded to with a self-satisfied grin.
"Her boyfriend," the director added, albeit a bit confused at the clarification, "will come in, do his line, then move off to the left. Who's not ready?"
No one answered, and the set hands scattered off the set and out of sight from the camera.
"Good." The director moved to take his seat beside the camera and called, "Roll."
The camera rolled, capturing the anticipation that permeated the set. The clapboard snapped shut, echoing through the space, signaling the commencement of another take.
"And action," the director called out, setting the scene in motion.
The lead actors began their dialogue, seamlessly slipping into their roles. Beck, in character as the waiter, approached their table, ready to deliver his lines. But before he could, Melinda interrupted, breaking character with a look of disdain.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say? Cut! Can we cut?" Melinda's interruption halted the scene, causing a ripple of confusion among the crew.
"Melinda, please," the director attempted to calm the situation, but Melinda was already on her feet, dismissing his words with a wave of her hand.
"He needs to learn his lines," she asserted, her frustration palpable.
"So let the script supervisor tell him that," the director retorted, but Tori, ever vigilant, interjected, armed with evidence from the script.
"She's right," Beck admitted, taking responsibility for the misstep. "Totally my fault. I'll get it right this time."
"Hope so," Melinda retorted, her tone dripping with skepticism as Beck returned to his starting position.
As the director called for first positions once more, Tori couldn't remain silent. Brandishing the script, she addressed the director, determined to set the record straight.
"Um, actually, Beck got his line right," Tori asserted, her voice firm with conviction.
Beck, caught off guard by Tori's boldness, attempted to dissuade her with a nervous laugh and a pleading look. But Tori refused to back down, unwilling to let Melinda's dominance go unchallenged.
"What?" the director approached Tori, seeking clarification as tensions simmered.
"Sit. Down," Jade intervened, her voice a barely contained whisper of warning, urging Tori to choose her battles wisely.
"See," Tori pointed out, holding up the script fragment as evidence, her voice filled with righteous determination. She ignored Jade's warning tone, her focus unwavering. "Waiter #1's line is, 'I'm sorry, the chicken breast isn't available today.'"
"Oh, yeah. Kid, you got it right," the director conceded wearily, clapping a hand on Beck's shoulder before moving back to his seat. But before he could settle in, Melinda swept in with an air of superiority.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you?" Melinda demanded, her tone dripping with disdain as she flicked her fingers dismissively in Tori's direction.
"Background player, big fan," Tori chirped, her smile wide with excitement. She couldn't contain her awe at being in Melinda Murray's presence. "Hi, Melinda Murray," she managed to squeak out before the lack of air caught up with her, causing her to collapse in a faint.
"Okay, an extra is correcting me on the set," Melinda addressed the director, her annoyance palpable.
"I'm sorry," Tori began to explain, her excitement dampened by Melinda's sharp words. "But you yelled at my friend, and he was totally right—"
"She's your friend?" Melinda's icy gaze shifted to Beck, her disdain evident.
"Yeah," Beck confirmed with a nervous smile. "She's—"
"Go," Melinda commanded, pointing towards the studio door with authority.
"Go?" Beck echoed, bewildered, blinking in confusion.
"I want you off this movie," Melinda demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument as she directed her ultimatum at the director.
"Melinda—" the director attempted to intervene.
But Melinda cut him off, her resolve unwavering. "You want him here or me?" she challenged, her gaze piercing.
The director hesitated for a moment, then turned to Beck, his expression apologetic. "Kid, I'm sorry."
"No, it's cool," Beck muttered, leaving the towel he had draped over his arm on the table as he quietly exited the set.
Tori watched in shock, her mouth hanging open at the abrupt turn of events. She stammered in protest, "N-n-n-no, no!" Her frustration bubbled to the surface as she threw her hands up in exasperation. "Why'd you get mad at him? I'm the one who corrected you."
"Good point," Melinda acknowledged casually, her dismissal evident as she waved a farewell to Tori.
Tori blustered, trying desperately to defend herself, but Melinda shook her head and curtly repeated, "Out. Go."
Tori hung her head in defeat as she trudged out of the set, feeling the weight of disappointment settle heavily upon her shoulders. "That's not what I wanted to happen," she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with regret and frustration.
Once she reached the door, Tori caught a glimpse of Beck's figure disappearing into the outside world, and without a moment's hesitation, she ran after him.
"Beck, I'm sorry," Tori blurted out as soon as she caught up to him, her words tumbling out in a rush as she struggled to express her remorse.
"It's fine, Tori," Beck replied with a forced smile, though his eyes betrayed the pain he was trying to conceal. Tears glistened on his lashes, threatening to spill over as he spoke. "Not like it was supposed to be my big break or anything," he muttered bitterly, avoiding Tori's gaze and turning away.
"I-I'll see you tomorrow," Beck whispered, his voice cracking with emotion as he fought to maintain his composure. With that, he hurried away, disappearing into the distance toward his truck.
Tori stood there, feeling her chest tighten with aching guilt and remorse. This wasn't what she wanted to happen. She wished she could turn back time and undo the chain of events that led to Beck's dismissal from the movie set. But all she could do now was watch helplessly as he retreated, her heart heavy with regret.
Later that afternoon, as the students returned to school, Tori and Andre sat at the lunch table on the asphalt. Andre was engrossed in playing around with an old keyboard he had found in the music room. It was a rare battery-operated one, a relic in today's world. After tracking down the needed batteries, Andre was testing the instrument's range, albeit finding it a bit odd due to the misplaced middle C. Nevertheless, he managed to make the notes work.
Tori plopped down next to him, her face fixed in a frown, which prompted Andre to try to lighten the mood, or at least distract her from whatever was bothering her. "Ooh, you got tater pops!" he exclaimed, popping one into his mouth and starting to play a funky upbeat jingle with a mischievous smile.
Tori glared at Andre, her frustration evident in her expression. "Why," she muttered, clearly unamused by his antics.
"'Cause you know what's great about movies?" Andre challenged, undeterred by Tori's displeasure. "A musical score. Whenever stuff happens, you always hear the perfect music to go with it. See, tater pops make me happy, so," he popped another piece into his mouth and played a different upbeat tune, flashing a grin.
Tori sighed, briefly considering whether to indulge him or not, before looking around and spotting Jade and Beck approaching from the Grub Truck. "Oh, great. Here comes Jade."
Hearing the dread in Tori's voice, Andre played an ominous tune as Jade and Beck slowed to a stop.
"Can we sit somewhere else?" Jade asked, her annoyance palpable.
"Nope," Beck replied, taking a seat on the table without hesitation. Jade begrudgingly followed suit, seating herself right next to Tori.
"Fine," Jade muttered, casting a pointed glance at Tori. "We'll sit with the girl who can't keep her mouth shut and got you fired."
Tori rolled her eyes but remained silent, inwardly acknowledging the truth in Jade's words, despite her discomfort with the situation.
"Beck, I swear if there was anything I could do to make it up to you, I would," Tori offered earnestly, her remorse evident.
"I bet you would," Jade chimed in sarcastically, her tone dripping with disdain. Tori frowned, confused by Jade's comment, but before she could respond, Andre added to the tension with a playful keyboard tone.
Jade abruptly stood up, shouldering her bag and preparing to leave. Andre played her out with a dramatic tune as if she were in a soap opera. Angrily, Jade turned back and flipped Andre's keyboard, scattering the D batteries everywhere.
Beck sighed, indicating he needed to go after Jade. "I'd better go hose her down."
"I'm so sorry," Tori apologized once again as Beck gathered his things.
"Stop saying that," Beck assured her, before walking away from the table.
"Don't let it get to you," Andre offered, collecting the batteries and fixing his keyboard.
"No," Tori shook her head with a groan. "She's right. I should go apologize to Melinda Murray and get Beck his job back."
"Uh oh, I know that look," Andre remarked, playing a folly on the keyboard.
Tori laughed. "Stop… I think I know what to do. Wanna come?"
"Nah, promised my grandma I'd be home on time today," Andre replied.
"Okay, well, I'll see you later," Tori said, standing up and leaving Andre behind her sighing, wishing she thought of him the way he thought of her. But, Beck ws right. Tori was way more into Chicks. He could see it. And he had to just… turn to someone Shelby. But he felt wrong because she looked so much like Tori, he thought it wasn't fair to her.
In the cozy confines of Lane's office, Robbie sat across from his therapist, his expression a mix of apprehension and vulnerability. Lane leaned forward, his kind eyes focused on Robbie, offering a safe space for him to share.
"Tell me about your dream, Robbie," Lane prompted gently, his voice a soothing melody in the otherwise quiet room.
Robbie took a deep breath, his words hesitant at first as he recounted the vivid images that haunted his sleep. "I... I dreamt that I showed up to school wearing a dress. Everyone was laughing, pointing... I felt so exposed, so... wrong."
Listening intently, Lane nodded, acknowledging Robbie's emotions without judgment. "It sounds like a distressing dream, Robbie. What do you think it represents?"
Robbie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, grappling with his thoughts. "I think... I think it's about feeling out of place like I don't belong in my own body. It's like... like living a lie, you know?"
Lane nodded empathetically, his expression conveying understanding. "It's understandable to feel that way, Robbie. Transitioning can be a complex journey, filled with challenges and uncertainties."
Robbie nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor as he continued to open up. "I... I still see Robyn sometimes, in the mirror. The person I used to be."
Lane listened attentively, his compassion unwavering. "And how does that make you feel, seeing Robyn?"
Robbie sighed, his voice tinged with sadness. "It's like... like a constant reminder of who I used to be, of the expectations others have of me. My dad still calls me that, you know?"
Understanding the weight of Robbie's words, Lane offered a supportive presence. "I'm here to help you navigate those feelings, Robbie. It's okay to grieve the person you once were, while also embracing the person you're becoming."
Robbie nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized he wasn't alone in his struggles. "Thank you, Lane. I... I needed to talk about this."
"Anytime, Robbie," Lane reassured him with a warm smile. "You're on a journey of self-discovery, and I'm here to walk alongside you every step of the way."
Tori had convinced Cat to come with her to the studio. Cat didn't need a whole lot of convincing, so they got on the city bus got off at the two of them and snuck onto set, splitting up to slip past the security guard.
They were in the clear as she headed in the direction of the set, but suddenly the guard spotted her. "Hey, what are you doing? This is a closed set.
"It's okay I'm in the movie," she said and continued on her way.
"Wait, what's your name?" He asked. Tori looked around for any name. She spotted the water cooler and smiled.
"It's Crystal Waters." There he should think that was familiar enough.
"Ah yeah… no wait, I've never seen that name on my list." He said going after Tori who was stepping back toward set. Then suddenly, Cat Appeared making a dramatic plea for her mother as a diversion to distract the guard long enough for Tori to slip away.
Cat wailed about not being able to find her mother and clung desperately to the flustered guard as Tori raced to the set they were all extras earlier that morning. She scanned the crew for any signs of the blonde actress. She spotted Melinda's blonde hair and deep purple blouse by the catering table. She began to plead to the actresses back. Who finally turned around and the face just wasn't hers. It was a grotesque man. He told her he was Melinda's stunt double.
She stared at him horrified who smiled sultrily at her. "So… what's your name?" He asked looking her body up and down.
"I'm 16," Tori responded, THis didn't always deter men but she hoped he wasn't a creep. She sighed with relief when he immediately looked away.
"Later," he mumbled and sped away with his plate full of snacks.
Trina had been hanging out after school in the Black Box theater, watching the cute substitute from last week. He was doing the play she hadn't been cast in, but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. She looked down at herself and felt confident in her outfit - a tight black crop top and high-waisted denim shorts that showed off her toned figure. She had been working on him all week, determined to catch his attention.
As the other students left the theater, Trina stayed behind, waiting for her opportunity. When he finally dismissed rehearsal and started packing up, Trina walked up to him with a confident smile. He sighed and shook his head, knowing exactly what this girl was up to. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but he was trying to be a responsible adult and not get himself in trouble.
But today, Trina was wearing an outfit that made it almost impossible for him to resist. The short shorts barely covered her long, lean legs and her midriff was on full display. And to top it off, she smelled absolutely delicious. 'Have you been eating brownies?' he asked, inhaling her sweet scent.
Trina's heart raced as she felt his eyes on her. 'No, but I have a huge chocolate cookie we can share,' she said with a mischievous grin, pulling out a giant chocolate chip cookie shaped like a heart from her bag.
They sat together on the stage, talking and laughing while sharing the cookie. Trina learned that he was twenty-three and had just graduated from college. He was now doing coursework to become a teacher, which only made him even more attractive to her.
As the conversation continued, Trina couldn't resist leaning in closer to him. The darkened theater and the late hour gave the atmosphere a dangerous edge, but she didn't care. The chemistry between them was undeniable.
As they talked, their hands brushed against each other, sending shivers down their spines. Trina's heart was beating out of her chest as she felt his breath on her skin. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop herself. And it seemed like he couldn't either.
Before they knew it, their conversation had turned into a passionate makeout session. Trina's hands roamed his body, tracing every muscle, while his hands tangled in her hair. As their bodies pressed against each other, they both knew there was no turning back.
The theater was filled with the sounds of their kisses and quiet moans as they explored each other's bodies. Trina's top was quickly discarded, leaving her in only her bra, while his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest. They were both lost in the moment, unable to resist the dangerous and forbidden attraction between them.
As the makeout session became more heated, Trina couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control over the situation. She knew he wanted her, and she was determined to make him admit it. And as they moved closer to the edge, their actions becoming more reckless, the teacher found himself finally giving in to his desires.
Their session ended with both of them out of breath and partially undressed. They looked at each other with a mix of desire and guilt, knowing that what they had done was wrong. But in that moment, they couldn't bring themselves to care.
As they left the theater Trina slid a slip of paper bearing her cell number into the substitute teacher's hand before sauntering away with a coy smile, leaving him with a lingering sense of intrigue and excitement. As she disappeared into the shadows of the theater, her heart danced with anticipation, wondering what might come of their unexpected connection. they both knew that this wouldn't be the last time they gave into their dangerous flirtation. And as much as the teacher tried to resist, he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted Trina just as much as she wanted him.
"Okay, people!" the director's voice echoed across the set, commanding the attention of everyone present. Tori stood in the wings, observing the flurry of activity as the crew hurried to their designated spots. The director proceeded to explain the scene's blocking, emphasizing its potentially dangerous nature. As he gestured for everyone to take their positions and the bell rang throughout the set, Tori made her way over to Melinda, her nerves palpable.
"Um... Melinda?" she began tentatively.
"Ugh, who let you on stage?" Melinda snapped as her gaze fell upon Tori.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have corrected you—" Tori started, but was interrupted by Melinda's sharp call for Michael.
"No, no, no! We don't need Michael, no Michael!" Tori interjected urgently, turning her focus back to Melinda. "I just want to say I'm sorry, but you shouldn't get mad at Beck because he didn't even know—"
"Just go away," Melinda dismissed her with a tired tone.
"Come on," Tori pleaded. "Just let Beck have his part back. He's just a high school kid trying to get his foot in the door. It's not his—"
"Get out!" Melinda's sharp command cut through the air, but unfortunately, it was also the cue for an inattentive crew member above. There was a sudden twang followed by a hiss as a crossbow released a bolt, which sailed through the air, impaling Melinda's outstretched hand clean through.
Tori's horrified scream mingled with Melinda's pained cries, the chaos enveloping the set. The injured actress dropped to her knees as the entire crew rushed to her aid, calling out for medics.
Tori retreated into the background, overwhelmed with guilt and regret. She didn't want to be the cause of Melinda's injury, but couldn't shake the feeling that if Melinda had been more receptive, none of this would have happened.
She watched from the sidelines as the commotion unfolded, her heart heavy with remorse.
Trina couldn't stop smiling as she worked on her homework that night. She couldn't believe what had happened earlier in the black box theater with her teacher, Mr. Scott. It was exhilarating and forbidden, and it made her feel alive.
As she was typing away on her laptop, an unknown number popped up on her phone. She hesitated for a moment before answering, knowing it was most likely Mr. Scott. Sure enough, his name appeared on the screen.
'Hey, it's me,' he texted.
Trina couldn't resist teasing him a little. 'Who's me?' she replied, adding a winking emoji.
'Don't play coy, Trina. I know it's you,' he responded.
Trina couldn't help but feel a sense of power over him. She knew he was trying to make sure she wouldn't say anything about what had happened between them, but she wasn't planning on stopping. She wanted more.
'So, about tonight...' she started, trying to keep her tone flirtatious.
'It was intense, wasn't it?' Mr. Scott replied, clearly remembering their make-out session.
'It was amazing. I can't stop thinking about it,' Trina admitted.
'I know what you mean. I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left,' he confessed.
Trina's heart raced as she read his words. She couldn't believe how turned on she was just from texting with him. She decided to take things to the next level.
'Want to know a secret?' she typed, sending a shot of her naked torso, save for her bra.
Mr. Scott's response was immediate. 'Holy...that's hot,' he wrote, clearly struggling to keep his composure.
'Did it make you hard?' Trina asked boldly.
'Very,' he replied, sending a picture of his bulge through his underwear.
Trina couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of having that effect on him. She continued to sext with him, telling him all the things she wanted to do to him the next time they met.
She could sense that Mr. Scott was hesitant and trying to convince himself that this was wrong, but Trina was determined. She wanted him, and she was going to make sure he wanted her just as much.
Finally, after some convincing, Mr. Scott agreed to go out with her on Friday night. Trina couldn't contain her excitement as she typed out her response.
'I can't wait. By the way, what's your first name? Mr. Scott just feels wrong now,' she wrote, emphasizing her newfound feeling of power over him.
'Zander,' he replied, and Trina couldn't help but feel a little thrill at using his first name.
As she closed her laptop and got ready for bed, Trina couldn't stop grinning. She had always been a shy and reserved girl, but this interaction with Mr. Scott had awakened something in her. She felt confident and powerful, knowing she had this effect on a man.
She couldn't wait for Friday night, when she could unleash her newfound sexuality and explore it with Mr. Scott, or Zander. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the rush it gave her. Deciding her sexuality was her superpower, Trina drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, eager for what was to come.
"Somebody get my ex-husband on the phone!" Tori heard Melinda demand as she was lifted onto the gurney.
The director dialed her manager's number, a somber expression on his face. "Yeah, I'm sorry too," he said with a nod, then hung up and turned to address everyone on set. "Okay, people, that was Melinda's manager. Um, because of the injury to her hand, we're gonna have to recast her role."
Murmurs arose all around. Faces, instead of angry, were shocked and relieved. But Tori didn't notice any of this. She felt so guilty that she wanted to sink into the ground and let the earth swallow her whole.
"Wait," the other lead actor said, "Melinda's not going to be in the movie?"
"Nope, thanks to her," the director nodded at Tori.
"I… I feel so bad about this," Tori stammered.
"Bad?" the director parroted back, his eyebrows raised.
"We all hated her," the lead actor chuckled. The set burst into thundering applause and cheers as many hands began to pat Tori on the shoulder and back.
"She was a nightmare!" the director chimed in, breaking into a wide grin. "What's your name?"
"That's Crystal Waters!" The guard from before said. The crowd kept coming up to her, thanking her for this, and maybe they would get a better actress now. And how Melinda had been a hack anyway. How this was worth blowing the budget for?
Cat and Tori left the studio feeling better than they had when they were told they could be extras. It had been a long day, and Cat had called her brother to pick them up.
Tori vowed never to ride with him again, however, because the man seemed truly unhinged. She bolted out of his convertible when she got home and nearly kissed the ground of the driveway. Instead, she just ran inside. Her mother was watching something on TV, so she sat with her.
"How was your day?" her mother asked.
"It was… a lot. They had to recast the movie we're all in, so we'll be back to filming that scene when they recast the lead."
"Wow… Who are they recasting?"
"Melinda Murray," Tori answered.
"Oh, I just heard that she had an accident, someone shot her hand with a crossbow?"
Tori blushed. "Yeah… she was… um, I'm gonna go to bed now."
"Oh Tor, Shelby has a fight this weekend, so your dad and I are leaving Friday morning."
"Okay," she said. "Give Shelbs a hug from me." Tori said and headed up the stairs.
"I will," Holly said and went back to watching her show.
Friday morning, Beck went to his locker, a mix of relief and excitement coursing through him. Tori had done it. She had made it happen for him. He watched her walking down the hall, looking stunning in her blue top and tight jeans. Damn… That girl is hot and doesn't even know it. A smile tugged at his lips as he admired her from afar. When she saw him, her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she practically skipped over to greet him at his locker.
"Hey, Beck!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine happiness.
"Tori Vega," he greeted her warmly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Are you sure you're not Crystal Waters?" He raised an eyebrow in mock suspicion, teasing her lightly.
She gasped in mock surprise, playing along with his jest. "You got the call!" Tori exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"I'm back on the movie," Beck confirmed, spreading his arms wide in triumph.
"Yay!" Tori jumped into his arms, enveloping him in a tight bear hug. Beck chuckled, relishing the sensation of her pressed against him, her warmth seeping into his skin. As long as she wanted to hang on to him, he was game. He held her close, savoring the moment, until they heard a grumpy voice to their left.
"One," Jade's sharp voice cut through the morning air. "Two." Tori pulled away slightly, and they both turned their heads to find Jade standing at the corner, holding a Jet Brew cup and looking blasé. "Don't let me get to three," she growled.
Tori and Beck sprang apart, quickly straightening their tousled shirts. Beck leaned casually against the wall of lockers, adopting a relaxed posture, while Tori readjusted her purse strap, a hint of nervousness flickering in her eyes.
"Better," Jade commented with an unsettling smile that didn't reach her eyes. She immediately slipped into Beck's side, letting his arm wrap around her shoulders possessively as she kept a careful and even gaze on Tori.
"Right… well, see you later," Tori said, stepping away from the couple, a sense of unease lingering in the air.
Beck turned to face his thoroughly pissed-off girlfriend, his expression calm but resolute. He hadn't yet shared his theory that Tori was not into guys, but he liked this version of Jade, so he might never tell her that Tori and he would never happen. Instead, he decided it was better to let her know that if she didn't treat him right, she could risk losing him.
Jade felt a surge of frustration as Beck calmly explained his interaction with Tori. She knew she should trust him, but every time she saw him with Vega, it stirred up a storm of emotions within her. "I was just thanking her for getting my role back," he said, his demeanor relaxed.
But Jade couldn't shake off her unease. She hated this feeling of insecurity, of not being enough. And lately, she had been consciously avoiding using sex as a means to ease her anxieties. It had been two weeks since they last hooked up, and she could sense Beck's growing impatience with her reluctance.
When she invited him over to her house that night, Jade knew it was partly a test of his commitment. Her mom's reunion in New York meant she had the house to herself, at least in theory. "You coming over to my house tonight?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite the underlying tension. "My mom has some reunion back in New York this weekend, and I have the house to myself… Sorta… I'm supposed to be staying with Jason and his new family… but I think I just want to stay home."
Beck's smile was a confirmation that he had achieved what he wanted from their conversation. "Well, are you coming or not?" Jade snapped, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.
"I'll be there," Beck replied his tone light but with an edge of certainty. They walked toward their next class together, his arm around her shoulders, a silent reassurance of his presence. "I'll see you in Sikowitz," he promised as they parted ways at her classroom door. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, he walked away, leaving Jade with a mixture of conflicting emotions.
As she watched him go, Jade couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability that lingered within her. She knew she needed to regain her sense of self-worth, to stop being so dependent on Beck for validation. This had to change, she resolved silently, determined to find her inner strength again.
Trina had always been a good girl, always following the rules and never straying from the path her parents had set for her. But tonight, everything was about to change. She was about to lose her virginity to the one person she never thought she would – Mr. Scott, her substitute teacher.
It all started with a secret date in the Hollywood Hills. Trina had always had a crush on Mr. Scott, but she never thought he would feel the same way. So when he asked her out, she couldn't resist. They had planned to have a romantic dinner in the hills, but things took a different turn.
As they sat in the back of Mr. Scott's car, Trina could feel the tension between them. She couldn't believe that she was about to be with her teacher, but she couldn't deny the excitement coursing through her veins. Instead of eating the takeout they had brought, Mr. Scott was more interested in the things they had texted about after their last make-out session.
Trina was nervous, but she wanted this. She wanted him. As they kissed, Mr. Scott's hands roamed her body, igniting a fire within her. She gave him a passionate blow job, driving him insane with desire. He could no longer resist her and brought her up to straddle him. Without any protection, he penetrated her, and Trina's world changed forever.
At first, she panicked. This was it. She was losing her virginity to her teacher in the back of his car. But as he moved inside her, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt. She had never felt so powerful and in control. Her insides massaged him, driving him wild with pleasure.
Mr. Scott changed positions, moving on top of her and pounding into her with an intensity that she never knew existed. Trina couldn't control her moans as she felt her orgasm building. As she reached her peak, she could feel Mr. Scott losing control, knowing that she was the one who had brought him to this point.
As they lay in each other's arms, panting and sweaty, Trina couldn't believe what had just happened. She had lost her virginity to Mr. Scott, and it was nothing like she had imagined. It was better. Zander, took her virginity that night in the back seat of his car, and everything changed.
As she lay there, looking up at the Hollywood lights, Trina's mind was racing. She wanted more. She wanted to feel his touch again, to experience the pleasure she had never known before. So, without hesitation, she lowered herself onto his member once more, trying to emulate the porn videos she had watched.
Zander got hard again and moved her into a different position, taking her doggy style. Trina couldn't believe how amazing it felt, and she couldn't help but think that this was what Tori had been talking about. This was what she had been looking for with her boyfriend, Daniel, but never got.
As they finished, Zander apologized for not using a condom. Trina reassured him that it was okay and that she would just go to the pharmacy in the morning to get a Plan B pill. Zander gave her the money to do so, but Trina hesitated.
'I'm not a whore,' she said, looking at him with a mixture of pride and shame.
Zander's face softened. 'I know, Trina. I just want to make sure you're safe.'
Trina felt a wave of emotions wash over her. She was grateful for Zander's concern but also guilty for what they had just done. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something wrong.
But as she looked into Zander's eyes, she saw something different. She saw kindness and understanding. She saw someone who cared about her, even though they barely knew each other.
And in that moment, Trina realized that she didn't regret what had happened. She didn't regret losing her virginity to Zander, and she didn't regret wanting more. She knew that she had found something special with him, something that she had been missing in her life.
Zander leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead. 'You're not a whore, Trina. You're a beautiful, amazing woman. And I would give you everything I have, because you deserve it.'
Tears welled up in Trina's eyes as she hugged him tightly. She knew that this was just the beginning of their story, and she couldn't wait to see where it would take them. Zander and Trina drove back to the Freezie Queen after their romantic rendezvous in the Hollywood hills. Trina's heart was still racing from their intense passion as she sat silently in the passenger seat of Zander's car through the winding roads.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, Zander parked his car and got out, walking over to Trina's door. He opened her door and helped her out, holding her hand as they walked towards the back of the restaurant where her car was parked.
Trina's car was hidden in the shadows, away from the view of any passersby. Zander leaned in and kissed her one last time, his lips lingering on hers. Trina's hands were shaking as she reached for her keys and unlocked her car.
'I wish we could stay here forever,' Zander whispered, his voice full of longing.
Trina nodded, her heart aching at the thought of leaving him. But she knew they had to be careful,
'I'll see you at school,' she said, smiling at him.
Zander nodded and watched as Trina got into her car and drove away. Beating himself up for what he'd done. She could ruin him. He picked up his phone and blocked her contact, then deleted their messages.
Trina, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about Zander as she drove home. She replayed their time together in her mind, the way he made her feel with just a touch or a kiss. She knew that what they had was special and she was willing to do whatever it took to keep it a secret.
As she pulled into her driveway, Trina couldn't help but smile at the memories of their secret rendezvous. She knew that they would have to be more careful in the future, but for now, she was content with the stolen moments they shared.