A Fighter's Secrets (Jori Fanfic) [Discontinued]

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: Jade's POV

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What the fuck, Jade? I scold as I flee from the bathroom as quickly as possible. Didn't you have any self-control? I smack my forehead, baring my teeth. I screwed up. Big time. For fuck's sake, you were about to jump the poor girl! "Shut the hell up!" I hiss at myself, ignoring the looks I receive from the students around me. "What the hell are you lookin' at?" I bark, scaring them away.

Huffing loudly, I storm to my locker, nearly twisting the knob off the locker. I breathe in deeply, letting it out slowly. My pulse thuds to a halt, returning back to its normal rhythm. I swallow the lump in my throat as I smack my fist on the scissored surface.

Luckily, I didn't impale myself.

The sight of Vega flashes in my mind again, making my stomach churn, heat boiling in my lower abdomen. Little drops of water were scattered over her caramel skin, that tank top deliciously defining the muscles she was sporting. Her chocolate waves of hair were loose and sprawled over her shoulders, a lazy expression on her face. Her eyes were deep and intense, urging me forward.

From the second my fingertips grazed her smooth skin, it sent violent shockwaves up my spine, making me want to slam her against the wall and take her.

It was at that moment that desire mixed in with my other feelings for her. A lethal mixture if I do say so myself.

I press my forehead against the lockers, my warm forehead cooling dramatically against the cold metal. "Why does Vega have to turn so irresistible and so damn cute at the same fucking time?" I curse, clenching my jaw. My brain was starting to obsess about her even more, but this time, with more sexual thoughts. A small tingling sensation occurs in my pelvic area at the lone concept. My heartbeat starts rapidly again, my breathing harshening as I let my body needs take over my mind.

Biting my lip, my eyes close half way, imagining how it would be like to have the Latina hovering over me, her eyes dilated, her hair a sexy mess. Our bare skin skimming the others, making goosebumps run across my flushed skin. Her lips kissing a pattern down my throat as she, teasing slow, trails a hand down to my—

"Hey Jadey!" a high pitched voice interrupts, jolting me away from my fantasy. I accidentally hit my arm against one of the scissors, making it bend in a weird position. I blink, turning my attention to Cat. Why did she have to come during the good part? Wait, what? There is no good part. That will never happen between me and Vega.

The redhead smiles wide, her eyes shining. I huff, composing myself from that...daydream? I shake my head, trying to remove it from my mind. "What is it, Cat?" She better have disturbed me for a good reason.

Reopening my locker, I throw my textbooks into it, examining the scissors' ends from inside the door.

She giggles, jumping in her shoes. "Did you see the way Tori stood up to Darren? It was so brave," she swoons, smiling giddily. For some reason, the thought of Cat thinking about Vega was ticking me off. In fact, I didn't want anyone to think about the Latina in a romantic fashion.

I slam my locker closed, noticing how the perky girl flinches at the sudden sound. My cold eyes fall to her, freezing her to the ground. "I thought we talked about this, Cat. We swore never to bring that, girl up. Remember?" She cocks her head to the side. I lift my brows, pursing my lips. A certain light flickers in her eyes as she nods in agreement, twirling her fingers. "Exactly. Now, why are we talking about Vega?"