The weekend had been a boring, but very much needed break away from a certain green-eyed seductress. I barely believed my own behavior after our little incident in the bathroom, so it was clear she'd been clouding my judgement.
Even now I shivered at how much I'd wanted to climb Jade in that moment.
Which would've been wildly unsanitary and inappropriate given the location and time?! Which is exactly why that sort of thing isn't my style and SANE me never would've considered it. Something like that would never have even crossed my mind before— but the all new hormone fueled, lusty Tori???
She did a lot more than consider it.
Like I said, I don't even recognize that side of myself. I've dated before, done some things before, even, but I've never felt out of control like that. The completely on fire, breathless, shaking with want kind of out of control. It's scary and exhilarating, what Jade has been making me feel lately. And just like that, for the billionth time since I left that bathroom, my thoughts are back to her.
Jade had come to help, despite her freaky way of going about it.
It wasn't entirely her fault that I couldn't stop lusting after her long enough to eat without making a mess. Despite that, she came through for me in her own way. For a second it even looked like she might've been a little apologetic, which is waaayyy out of character— after all, this is the same Jade West who pushed me off a ledge and down two stories during stunt week.
But she seems a little less horrible now? Who am I kidding, a LOT less horrible. Maybe even... friendly?
That thought sticks with me as I get ready for school, and continues all the way until I'm at my locker. Is Jade being friendly because maybe she could see us actually being friends, or is it just because we have this weird flirting thing going on? I'm feeling a bit better about my ability to control myself around her now, but the whole situation still confounds me.
Speaking of the devil...
I barely yank my hand out of the way as someone closes my locker, and turn to scowl at none other than the green-eyes goddess herself. Shit, she's close.
"Good morning, Tori." She drawls out my name in a way that makes the hairs on the back of my neck bristle.
"Are we finally on first name basis, or are you planning something horrible?" My tone should come across as unamused, but part of me feels like Jade can see right through it. She laughs and gives me a feral grin, leaning in a bit closer than before. I can feel the heat off her body and smell the coffee and mint on her breath as her eyes glint mischievously.
Okay so that's unreasonably hot. It is absolutely ridiculous the way my body begins to heat up when she looks at me like that. My heart starts to pick up its rhythm and that familiar tingling starts to set in.
"You're awfully feisty this morning for someone who nearly jumped me in the bathroom last time we saw each other." Jade's tone is cocky and I hate that it's so fucking hot despite also being so annoying.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who asked to kiss me. After breaking in and staring at me like some creep. Not exactly your best moment either, Jade." Maybe my voice is harsher than I mean for it to be, and I feel guilty when I see a flash of hurt in her eyes, but the satisfaction of seeing that arrogant smirk melt away almost makes it worth it.
Almost.
The hurt in Jade's eyes fades into something darker, however, and I get the sense that I've pushed us into dangerous waters.
My thoughts are confirmed when Jade backs me into my locker, her hand coming to a firm grip on my exposed shoulder that sends sparks flying all over my skin. Despite knowing that she's trying to intimidate me, I can't help the thrill that comes with being pressed against her like this. Those green eyes are burning with anger and lust and it feels like those flames are consuming me everywhere our bodies make contact.
"Cut the bullshit Tori, we both know that's not how it happened. You can fool all your friends into believing your little innocent act but I can see right through you. I know exactly what you want." All pretense is dropped, Jade's voice is low and raspy and the force of it makes me dizzy. God, she could do anything to me right now and I'd let her.
I thought getting some time away would help me clear my head, but within moments of being back she's already put her spell on me again. I want to feel that hand slide from my shoulder to my throat, and I want Jade to kiss me hard in front of all the people in the hallway. I want to hear that sexy rasp in my ear as she tells me what she wants to do to me, and knowing Jade, I'd expect it to be filthy.
By now I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in certain places, and my lungs are struggling to deliver oxygen where it needs to go. My breaths come out short, and Jade's ruby red lips are all my eyes can seem to focus on.
They quirk up into a dangerous smirk, the hand on my shoulder applying more pressure now— possibly enough to leave a slight bruise. And with the headspace I'm in right how? I hope it fucking does.
I'm able to drag my gaze back up to her eyes, which are scrutinizing me with a look so intense and predatory it's impossible to look away. The low tone of Jade's voice makes me shiver.
"As much as I've enjoyed our little game of cat and mouse, I'm not in the habit of denying myself the things that I want. You just let me know when you're ready to do the same..." Jade pauses, letting go of my shoulder and straightening out the wrinkles on my shirt from where it had crumpled. I'm completely frozen, the roaring in my ears completely blocking out my ability to think, and the throbbing between my legs rendering me unwilling to move. Jade laughs a little at her obvious effect on me, shooting me one last conspiring wink as our friends round the corner and make their way over, the heated moment dissipating just as quickly as it came.
Holy. Fuck.
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I can't fucking believe she tried to pretend she doesn't feel anything.
I'm seething the rest of the way to Sikowitz's class. Part of me wants to grab Tori and scream at her for being so fucking blind to her own feelings, and the other part wants to go back and finish what I started.
I had planned the conversation all weekend— I'd show up, tease her a bit, then ask her out. We'd go out, have a nice date, then maybe work out some of the tension that's been literally fucking suffocating me for weeks. I needed some kind of closure, at least. Even if we didn't have sex (I figured Tori would never go for it so early on) I thought some acknowledgment would suffice? Something to confirm that Tori is feeling just as twisted up inside as I am, so that I don't feel so fucking crazy.
So when she did her best to pretend that the moment didn't faze her at all? My temper got the best of me, and I couldn't stop my walls from crumbling a bit. I didn't anticipate cornering her like that, touching her like that.
And I knew damn well the effect it had on both of us.
Unlike Tori, I know when to admit my feelings to myself. I know that I want to explore what we have, or at least get it out of my system; whatever it is being so intense that it's been costing me any moment of peace. Being that close, I could see those brown eyes get hazy, and her pupils dilate. I could feel the goosebumps raise on the skin of her shoulder; I could hear how hard she was panting. And of course I knew that my own body was buzzing for more contact, more of it all. My brain had been racing with hurtful things to say, but once I felt Tori's body react I knew that wasn't what either of us wanted.
She really is making me soft.
My eyes burn into the back of Tori's head as we take our seats, but she doesn't dare look back at me. We both know that once she acknowledges what I said, once she accepts it, that there's no coming back from it— regardless of what happens.
I'm pulled from my thoughts by the obnoxious sound of Sikowitz fumbling into the classroom.
"Acting exercise! Some of you are suicide bombers, the rest of you are civilians, go!"
How fucking annoying.
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Maybe I Do, Maybe I Don't (Jori) (Lesbian Story)
Romance" Jade, do you really hate me?" Tori's tone was desperate, as if the key to her life depended on the dark girl's answer. Perhaps it did. Collected, as always, the pale-skinned teen sipped her coffee for a moment, peered around the empty Starbucks, t...