AN: G'day mates! How y'all doing in this fine morning?
So I have a secret to tell you... You know that whole 'Tori thinking she was a boy when she was little' bit? That is actually something based on a true story. And by that I mean that actually happened to me when I was three O_O Yep. Who would've thought right? So why am I revealing this? Oh, because I know nobody's reading it... I'm certain everyone and their mom completely skipped this AN and went straight to the story... you pervs!
So it's all good. My secret is safe :) Well, I had already told one of you but I trust the secret isstill safe T_T
I don't even know why I continue writing since y'all are probably even skipping through the first couple of paragraphs of the story 'til you get to the good, steamy stuff.
Ooooh! You know what that means?! I can say whatever I want and not be judged by anyone!
Boobies.
Tori
"Well look at you all smiles and pink cheeks…" My mom teases as I close the front door and make my way to the kitchen where she's currently preparing some sandwiches. My smile widens even more and I have to look down, feeling my face flush impossibly hotter. "You two are so cute together." She chuckles softly and turns her attention back to the slice of bread she's smearing mustard onto. "I still can't believe that's the same girl that would often send you home crying in anger and frustration."
"Yea…" I sigh, thinking back to the days when even the mention of Jade West would make my body tremble; Well, I think with a smirk, that hasn't really changed I guess. "I sometimes can't believe it myself either."
"It makes sense you know?" She grins and raises an eyebrow at me as she begins slicing a tomato. "Why she always affected you so much." I give her a confused look and motion for her to continue. "Why you always tried so hard for her to accept you and why it always hurt you so bad when she didn't. Why she did the things she did to you. Why she treated you the way she did. It all makes sense."
"Wha- how? You-you can't possibly think we felt something for each other since then?" I argue.
"Well, maybe not like what you feel now." She shrugs. "But there's always been that… attraction. That, undeniable pull, if you will." She lets out a small laugh when she sees the shock and disbelief in my face.
"Mom, she hated me." I exclaim. "She passionately hated me." She simply chuckles again and continues slicing. "She-she poured coffee on me, pretended I punched her in the eye and almost got me expelled, pushed me off a three story balcony, gave me bush daisies, stole a pint of my blood, ruined my prome and stuck a shrimp in my bra - god knows how - and let's not forget she's the reason I'm a sixteen year old girl with a bald patch behind her ear!" I cry lifting my hair and pointing to emphasize my point.
"Wow… that is pretty terrible." She says with a tsk."It's truly amazing she's been able to keep any friends at all with the way she treats people."
"Oh but see, that's the thing!" I snicker. "She never treated anyone else that bad. Nope… She seemed set on only making my life a living hell; saving her best –or should I say worst – taunts, pranks, and abuses for me, and only me." I reach over and grab a piece of tomato from the cutting board, shaking my head and smirking as I plop it into my mouth. "For someone who hated me so much she sure did focus a lot of her attention and energy on me. Then again," I chuckle. "I wasthere like an idiot, always coming back for more. It's as though I liked getting treated like crap by her 'cause that's the only way I could ever get her to pay…" I trail off, the smirk on my face vanishing. "-to pay any attention… to me…" I look up and see my mom give me a knowing smile.
