Second Chance, Second Choice.

Chapter 3 - Signs

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Second Chance, Second Choice

Chapter 3 – Signs

No One's POV

"Vega?"

For a single moment, Tori hesitated turning round. In her mind she half expected to see her Jade and as expected the argument would continue. The argument always seems to continue. Strangely she found herself more nervous, more apprehensive in facing Jade than she had in a very long time.

When she did turn around, she found it was younger Jade; looking just as beautiful as before. She had her head tilted and looked slightly puzzled.

"Yes Jade?"

"You've been staring at your locker, just starring at it for over a minute. As if you're somehow expecting it to open by itself, simply because you want it."

The Latina was so nervous about what she was going to say, she found herself blurting out the truth. "I can't remember the combination."

Jade closed her mouth, narrowed her eyes and for a moment looked around her at the locker. Beyond the silly reason, Jade couldn't help notice there was weariness in Tori's eyes. It wasn't fatigue, but something deeper. The Goth quickly disregarded the thought and concentrated on the problem at hand.

"You forgot your combination?"

Tori cringed. "Yes."

"You forgot your locker combination" Repeated Jade in a matter-of-fact tone.

Needing a way out, Tori lied. "I was studying for the history exam all last night and didn't get much sleep. I'm kind of fried."

Jade's expression suddenly morphed from that of puzzlement to slight suspicion. "That exam isn't until next week. Cramming a bit early, are you."

"I...I...really want to ace the exam."

Jade stood here, her expression unchanging, as is she was thinking of something.

"35....7.....22." Replied Jade.

Out of the dim, recesses of Tori's memory, those numbers sounded familiar. After a second, she realized that was right. But that in itself, startled Tori.

"Hey...how do you know that?"

Jade smirked and for a moment her eyes twinkled. "I like knowing things."

It didn't take much more than that twinkle, to blast Tori's planned speech about not being compatible right out of her mind. Its was more than a mere twinkle, there was a softness in Jade's eyes, that really got to her.

Tori was used seeing only hatred and contempt in Jade's.

Among the thousand thoughts and feelings running through Jade's mind, one came right to the surface. Half of me wants to drag her into the broom closet and beat her to death, the other half, wants to drag her into the broom closet, rip off those clothes and fuck her senseless.

Realizing she was quickly losing control of both her feelings and the situation; Tori knew she needed to strike back.

With a smirk of her own, Tori said. "567-68-0515"

Jade's eyes suddenly widened, if only for an instant before she recovered. "My Social security, number. Touché. I'll have to step up my game."

Jade then joked. "I'll bet you know my bank card pin number too."