Before I say anything else, the brownies were not entirely my fault. Somebody else gave them to me, and I thought it would be better if you ate them. To be honest, I’m glad that I had them with you instead of that other guy. Even though I still don’t remember parts of that night. I do remember the kiss.
Anyways, it was the first day of school today. I hated it. All the teachers were boring, none of them were fun like Sikowitz. Most of the kids tried to make friends with me, since I was new or whatever, but I scared them off with my morbid sense of humor and just being myself. There was this one girl, though. She was cool because she wasn’t scared of me, kind of like you aren’t afraid of me. And when I bit, she bit back. Not literally, of course. So I ate lunch with her since she’s kind of lonely too. (No surprise, she was kind of strange.) Turns out she’s gay and has a girlfriend. I was kind of surprised, and being the dumbass I am, I told her about you. I can’t believe I told her. I don’t even trust this girl, so what if she tells someone and word gets around to my dad? I’m such an idiot sometimes.
Lying to your mother, going off by yourself, and sneaking away to see me? That sounds a bit naughty for the Tori Vega I know. But, hey, I’m not complaining, I’d love to see you sometime. I got a couple of college acceptance letters, but they were mostly my back-ups. I’m still waiting to hear back from the other schools I’m really aiming for.
Thanks for calling last night. It was … nice. I’d say that I was sorry for keeping you up so late, but I don’t really care. I’m pretty sure you don’t care either. You should call me tonight. No, scratch that, you will call me tonight, because, well, because I said so.
How’s Hollywood Arts? Is it different without me there? Not that I care, I’m just curious. Being away from you and that school is weird. I feel like some sort of drug addict that gave up cold turkey and is going through withdrawal. You’re my drug, Vega. That’s actually mildly romantic, you should write it down since it may never happen again.
Ah, well, tell Cat I said hi and follow that with a ‘shut up’ so it sounds like it came from me. I hope to see you soon, or to at least get some food. I have to kill to get a salad around here.
- Jade West