Reasons To Be Beautiful

A/N: Jade & Tori are an established couple in this one. These drabbles inspired by the people who sent me prompts on tumblr (theblackboxtheatre) so thank you. Up first the quickest anon with 'Dirty Texting'. Here goes.

'Miss West, I just don't think this script is appropriate for the project I set you. I can't let you put this on in school, I'm afraid.' The teacher held the offending document with the tips of her fingers and at arm's length, as if the characters written within might suddenly jump out of the pages and bite her. Jade glared at her but made no move to take the script back.

'And why not?' Jade pierced eyebrows were perilously near her hair line. Anyone familiar to Jade knew that when she raised her eyebrows at you that high, you were in trouble, and you better run. The teacher seemed to know this and edged away from the desk a couple of inches.

'Errr…the script writing teaching staff found it to be a little….graphic.' The teacher's voice trembled a little and she shuffled a further centimetre backwards. Jade's eyebrows retreated back to her forhead to meet in a furrowed point, framing the death glare she was sending her professor.

'What's wrong with graphic? Do you think you simply write a child being tormented by the ghost of her serial-killer great-great grandfather by halves? The pain is what the whole play is about! The extended metaphor for your family holding you back in life and causing you pain. Did you not get that?' Jade's voice was practically shouting by the end of her sentence.

'Errr…..Miss West, I think the metaphor was a little too… advanced is some scenes…' said the teacher tentatively.

With a growl Jade snatched up her bag from the floor, grabbed the script from her teacher's hands and stood up, propelling the chair she had been seated on to the ground. 'No-one appreciates my talents here! Are you all stupid?'

With a last heaved sigh of exasperation she swept from the classroom and slammed the door specifically hard on the way out, leaving behind the stunned faces or her class-mates and the frankly terrified expression on her teacher's features.

She made her way to the Janitor's closet, fully intending to spend the rest of the hour cutting up a trash-can into ragged strips, but stopped when her phone beeped in her bag. She yanked the door open while she reached inside her bag for her pear-phone and when she found it, right at the bottom of her messenger bag of course, she sat herself on an upturned bucket and inspected whowever was interrupting her rage.

Vega: Jade, I saw you walk past the class room. R U alright babe? :{/

Stupid Tori and her stupid moustache emoticons. How many times did she have to tell her girls can't grow moustaches, and therefore she shouldn't use them in her texts? But she stubbornly carried on and Jade admitted that the little symbols were growing on her. A little bit. Not much.

Jade: Script-writing rejected my script for production. Again. Fucking school.

Almost only a second later Jade's phone lit up at Tori's reply and Jade absently twirled a blue extension round her finger while she read it.

Vega: But you worked so hard! I know that script was brilliant, I read it…a little creepy in some places but they obviously didn't get it enough. Babe, I'm sorry. I'll treat you this evening to make up for it :{)

Jade smirked. Tori had looked a little uncomfortable reading the script, sitting rigid on her sofa, but had gushed about it afterwards, telling everyone how good it was. Jade wondered what Tori had in mind and started to wish the brunette was with her, instead at the other end of a micro-wave.

Jade: That's what I said. Treat me?

A second.

Vega: My parents + Trina won't be home ;{)

Wow. Short but sweet from Vega there. Jade looked up at the clock and noticed they still had an hour and a half until school finished. She didn't think she could wait that long to feel Tori in her arms. She'd fought against it so long; she didn't want to waste any opportunity now.

Jade: I'm in our closet. Can you get here?

Vega: Babe, I can't. I'm in the back of R+B Vocals. I can't get out the door + I have no excuse. I'm sorry :/{

Jade's hopes dropped. She really wanted Tori at the moment. It might make her feel better about her imbecile of a script-writing teacher. An idea occurred to her and she flashed her fingers across the keypad.

Jade: Ok. So do it this way.

Vega: What do you mean….like….dirty texting?

Jade smirked. She was so naïve sometimes. Just never as bad as Cat.

Jade: Bingo Vega.

Vega: Uhhh. Okay…How are we going to start this? Shall I go or what? How about you go? Or do you want me to..?

Jade was becoming increasingly restless and resisted the urge to just march into Tori's class and drag her out cave man, well cavewoman really, style.

Jade: I grab your wrist and pull your body against mine, feeling your boobs begin to rub against my own.

Vega: …Boobs? :{S

Jade sighed.

Jade: Boobs. Breasts. Tits. CAN WE MOVE ON?

Vega: Uhh Okay!...I kiss you and move my hand to …cup your….breast?

Jade: DOES IT MATTER?

Vega: I guess not!

Jade thought fleetingly about hurling her phone at the wall until another text came through.

Vega: I'm not very good at this…

Jade: No Chizz Vega.

Vega: It just feels awkward…and dirty.

Jade: Congratulations, you understand the concept of dirty texting. Can we continue? I moan and move to take off your shirt before pushing my tongue into your mouth and squeezing your breast in my hand, the other pushing under the waistband of your pants.

There was at least a minute where Jade's phone lay in her lap, not vibrating, whilst she imagined Tori hyper-ventilating in her classroom, clutching her phone to her chest with her cheeks stained furiously red and wriggling in her seat. Abruptly her phone sprang to life in her hands and Jade flicked the message open, whilst adjusting herself on the bucket to create a little friction.

Vega: Omg Jade, I can't do this…it feels wrong!

A wry grin flitted across Jade's features. She'd expected as much. She couldn't help letting out a little laugh at Tori's reaction, it was so predictable. She always had been too much of a goody-two-shoes. But god knows opposites attract.

Jade: Fine. I'm coming to get you.

She swung her bag back onto her arm, blue hair extensions flying, and shouldered the door open, marching with purpose to Tori's classroom back on the second floor, opposite her own script-wring class. Her laced up boots made a loud clicking noise in the empty hallways. One she reached Tori's room she knocked primly then flung the door open, not waiting for an answer before barging in. The whole R&B class was looking at her with mixed expressions of intrigue and terror. Tori's head snapped up at the sound of the door crashing open and she froze from typing furiously at her phone. Jade supressed a smirk. She was sure that text would have been for her. Too late. Tori's eyes met hers, brown irises widened in fear. She began shaking her head vehemently, brown curls flying around her shoulders. Jade longed to fist her own hands in that long hair. Nope, this was going to happen.

Tori's teacher was looking at Jade with a polite questioning expression and Jade put on her best fake smile and addressed him.

'So sorry Sir, but could you spare Victoria? Her sister's had an awful accident down in the Black Box and has had to go to the hospital. I thought Victoria would like to know,' she simpered.

'Gracious, Miss West, of course. But have you got a note?' Shit.

She saw Tori'e syes get impossibly larger with worry but shook her head anyway.

'No Sir, it was as student led play. Sikowitz was attending but…he isn't exactly…reliable.'

The teacher nodded in understanding. So gullible. 'Ahhh, yes I understand. Miss Vega, you may go.'

Tori didn't need to be told twice and grabbed her bag and walked briskly to the door, avoiding Jade's eye, head held firmly downwards, until the door was closed behind them.

'Jade! How did you think-'

Jade grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from the classroom. 'Shh! They'll hear us, idiot!'

Tori frowned but lowered her voice a decibel or two. 'Trina's not really in hospital is she?'

Jade laughed. 'Maybe she needs a hospital for lack of talent, but I'm not that thorough Tori.'

Tori visibly relaxed before asking worriedly again 'What happened when they find out she's fine?'

'We get detention. You can manage one detention right Vega?' A raised eyebrow in Tori's direction.

She swallowed thickly then nodded reluctantly.

'Good. Now can we finish what we started?'

This time Tori was the one who laughed and moved her hands to hook around the other girl's neck before placing a gentle kiss on the goth's lips. Jade growled into it and opened up her mouth to nip at Tori's lower lip and the Tori moaned. That escalated quickly.

'Come on, we can't do this here. Wrist' The instruction was clear and Tori smiled and willingly held out her arm for Jade to grab. Jade's hand encircled Tori's own, quite gently however, and she pulled the brunette towards the closet she had just left.

She kicked open the door with her black boot and propelled Tori in before her and practically pounced on her after locking the door behind them. She wasted no time in inserting her tongue into Tori's mouth either.

Finally was her last thought before the long-awaited make out session began.

AN: Now I know anon this isn't exactly what you were looking for, but like Tori, I think it just feels wrong to write it, so I twisted it a lil' bit, cos I'm evil (and a wimp) I'll do proper action in other chapters (hopefully) Ta-ta for now! – Thea.