A Jori Story: We're Just Acting, Right?

All I Get Is A Thank You?

"Hey, can you pass the salt?"

There was silence as Tori stared off into space, chin resting on her fist and a frown on her face. I mean, who wouldn't be upset if the prettiest girl with dark, dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes that weren't exactly blue completely ignored their existence for the next week?

"Tori?"

The brunette was sitting with Andre in some restaurant Andre insisted on taking her to because she seemed really sad. She had tried contacting Jade almost everyday that week but heard nothing in return. Her sleeping was messed up again and she spent most of her nights sitting by the window and staring up into the moon.

"Tori!"

Andre tapped Tori on the shoulder a little harder than he normally would have and her chin fell off her fist because of the force. She turned and looked at him, frowning.

"What?"

"I asked for- never mind."

Andre went back to his food and nudged Tori gently after seeing her plate that was barely touched.

"Eat up."

"I don't feel like eating."

"Why?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Andre sighed and continued eating while Tori picked at her plate of spaghetti. There really wasn't anything that could cheer her up properly and that sucked big time because she had to go through Sikowitz's loud classes and all she wanted to be was alone.

She caught Jade staring at her once or twice during class but didn't want to engage in conversation. If Jade wasn't going to respond to her texts or calls, Tori wouldn't talk to her in person. Worst case scenario would be Jade completely snubbing her and humiliating her and she knew she couldn't take that.

Not after what happened at the abandoned house. Jade said it was empty and dreary but now it wasn't. No, now it was filled with the ghost of their last conversation and all the raw emotion that came along with it when they were alone in there, when it was merely them who existed in the whole universe.

Jade usually had a lot to say but in that house when it was just the two of them, it felt like the lesser words she spoke, the more Tori began to understand. It was odd. Then again, it was Jade.

Jade, on the other hand, was in this weirdly calm freaking-out situation. She'd been that way ever since the abandoned house and the overwhelming feelings. Knowing Jade, she would have gone straight home and not slept, paced around the room and just be a complete mess but this time was different.

Before this, she would go to Beck to talk about whatever confusing feelings she had but she couldn't do that now. They weren't together. Jade couldn't talk about anything to anyone about this. There was silence for a while as Jade thought.

At times like these when she was mad at Beck, she always took her car out for a nice long drive to calm herself because she didn't want to snap his neck. She grabbed her car keys and left the house in her car, driving to wherever it is the road took her.

She was usually good with words. She knew that. But there some things that certain people said or did that just made her brain turn to mush. And she didn't like having her brain feel like that. She needed to be in control or she would surely mess things up. She knew that much was true about herself.

She was driving for over an hour when she realized where she was and sighed. It was Tori's house. She inhaled a deep breath and decided that it was now or never. Talk to her or she'd probably never talk to you again. Jade pulled up to the driveway and her heart sped up.