JADE'S POV - Am I a Cat Person Now?
"Who's she?" the mystery girl thumbed toward me.
But I could give a damn. My eyes were on Tori. Ball's in your court. What are you gonna do now?
I was smirking at first, imagining the turmoil Vega must be experiencing while trying to cook up an excuse. She took a couple seconds too long to respond, so little miss thing was now scowling with folded arms. Oh, honey...don't insult me with such am amateurish mean face. That won't strike fear in the hearts of anyone!
What was this tightness in my chest? I'm starting to feel...bad? ...for her. NO WAY! But this was getting less enjoyable, watching Tori squirm, so against my better judgment I decided to do what Shapiro calls a "mitzvah" and bail her out.
"Sorry she's a bit tongue-tied," I said with a flash of my (mostly) disarming smile. "Tori didn't expect I'd still be here."
The other girl relaxed her posture and Tori started to thaw out.
"Chloe..." she finally said. "This is...J-J-Jade..."
"I was just house sitting!" I leaned in. "My ride was a no-show, so I called an Uber. Should be here soon."
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why didn't I just say the truth? "Your date is shacking up with her ex, no biggie!"
"I'll..." I swallowed. "I'll just give you two some privacy. I'll be over there..." And with that I fucked off to the bedroom, leaving the pair in the main area.
I held my breath until I was secluded in the bedroom, now along with what used to be our shared sanctum.
Sinister must not have liked the vibe I was bringing to the room because she trotted off. I must be a real piece of shit to make a cat wake from a nap and take a stroll. Damn cat might as well get acquainted with Vega's new squeeze.
What did you think, West? That she was going to die lonely, pining for you? Yeah, right.
"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!"
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
"MY EYES! I CAN'T..."
The hell is going on out there?
Not one to turn away from a commotion, I just HAD to see what was going on.
And was there ever! And me without a camera!
That Chloe bimbo was practically trying to scoot her butt up the wall, terror written all over her face! And for what? A furball.
Tori picked up Sinister, apologizing profusely.
"I didn't know that..."
"My eyes are itching!" Chloe shouted. "I can FEEL the dander all over me!" she dragged out the last word in a pathetic whine.
She fumbled for the doorknob and after watching her struggle for a second, I stepped in and assisted with her hasty exit.
Chloe continued down the hall, muttering about how she had to get to a pharmacy. Tori offered to take her but she (rudely) turned her down.
Tori just stood in the hallway, dumbfounded and still clutching Sinister.
"Can I call you?"
Nothing.
I think she's going to need some space, Vega.
After softly closing the door, she let Sinister go and the cat just looked up at us. Tori stormed off into her room, leaving me with the feline.
I scooped up the little fucker and she surprisingly didn't give me any resistance.
"You know something, cat?" I smirked. "This might be a beautiful friendship after all."