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November 1
3:18 am
Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center
Room 216

For the last four hours, Beck had been waiting patiently to find out if his girlfriend was going to be ok. However, his mind had barely gone to Kelly much in that span of time, images of Tori and what she might be doing, or who, haunting him as he sat in the waiting area. Finally, after asking to follow a nurse, some news had arrived for the very tired teen.

Beck looked over the room where they were keeping Kelly and she seemed to be doing alright, clearly in pain and physically looking very pale, but overall, she seemed like she would make it. Part of him wanted to just walk away now that he had his answer and just go to bed, but his con-science, no matter how small currently, wouldn't let him.

"Mr Oliver?" a voice sounded from behind him.

"Yeah?" Beck answered turning to face a very tired looking older man in a lab coat.

"I'm Dr Coker. I was on call to treat Miss Kennedy."

"Oh, ok… I'm just her boyfriend… I don't really know her f*mily or anything."

"Well, luckily," the man started, "she's not in too much danger so alerting her parents isn't really necessary, but I'm glad you got her here when you did. Her tox screen came back with very odd results."

Beck just nodded and looked Kelly over, wondering what exactly the doctor knew and if he should share info if questions came up.

"I need to ask, son… was your girlfriend smoking marijuana at the time of the reaction?"

"Yeah… she does some a few times a day."

"Well, i*****lity aside, I don't believe that's really the big issue." The doctor looked at Beck, almost as if to read him on a deeper level. "Does she have a stash of her own or did she purchase her supply tonight?"

Beck was worried this might be a trick question, so he was slow to respond.

"It's important and no one else needs to know," the older man said, trying to ease the nerves.

"She has a bag of her own that she's had for a couple weeks now. But she said something was off tonight, just before she started seizing."

"Well, I can tell you why, but really, I'm not sure if it’s going to answer any questions… Miss Kennedy was poisoned. We found strong traces of what's known as the Narcissus plant, or a Daffodil, in her system. Which is odd, because if you're correct, these were added to her supply in the last 12 hours, because what we found was clearly fresh, since the plant loses much of its toxicity within a day after being picked."

"So… you're saying someone meant to do this? To try and kill her?"

"Oh no…" Coker shook his head. "This kind of poisoning wouldn't kill a person unless they ate several plants at once. And if someone else knew enough to be able to add this, they would know it wouldn't be lethal. However, if foul play is involved, though, I'm afraid I have to alert the cam-pus security."

"I understand… I don't think they'd kick her out for having a little weed in her dorm though, right?"

"I couldn't say, Mr Oliver, but I would suggest that Miss Kennedy find a new hobby once she wakes up."

With that, the doctor disappeared, leaving Beck alone with the u*********s Kelly, and to wonder how in the hell this happened, another room-mate of his a victim of… something or someone, and more importantly, how could he do what he needed to do with her like this.

* * *

November 1
8:22 am
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 602

Once he woke up, Freddie could not get back to sl*ep no matter how hard he tried. The events of the last 12 hours rushed by, assaulting his mind with images of what he had done. It wasn't the first time that he had had sex with Tori, but it was arguably the best, and one of the best nights of his life. Which was what made this so much worse… he felt like he had cheated on Jade. Not in the physical sense, which she actually seemed ok with, once things settled down and she had joined them in bed for when sl*ep was too overwhelming. The emotional cheating was the real issue.

There was no question that he loved Jade, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but last night, something just as powerful happened with Tori. He knew it wasn't like his feelings for Jade when he woke up, but in the moment, he could see, and truly wanted, himself to be with the fit brunette.

So, now there was just confusion. On top and next to him, lay Jade and Tori, both still passed out thanks to Freddie remaining very still. He wanted to kiss Jade awake, but he was afraid that he'd be kissing her with Tori's lips. And vice versa… something just felt wrong about this. Finally, after minutes of struggle he managed to snuggle Jade a bit closer, and planted a soft kiss on her neck and collarbone.

The gentle moans and sighs alerted him that he was not only doing his job pleasuring her, but also not ruining whatever pleasant dream she might be lost in. Tori shifted slightly, rubbing her thigh against Freddie's substantial morning wood, her body craving his, even subconsciously.

Mmmmm…" Jade muttered, slowly waking up. She looked down to see Freddie softly kissing around the swell of her breasts. "Shit Freddie… I've been awake for like ten seconds and I already want to fuck you… a new record for sure."

"Shhh…" Freddie smiled back, his eyes directing Jade to Tori's softly breathing body.

"Screw Vega… she got to have you all to herself last night… I deserve something special for letting you k*ds play."

Here we go, Freddie thought, his hand sliding up down Jade's body, until he reached her neck and pulled her close for a deep kiss.

"Are you mad at me?" he whispered softly between the crashing lips.

"Technically, I made you two do stuff, so I guess I shouldn't be, but it did kinda hurt. After sl*eping on it, though, part of me kinda feels like we should have something a bit more open. I mean, both of us clearly have a strong connection to Tori, and the way you were with her was so feral and intense… I came just from watching like twice."

Freddie kissed his girlfriend and smiled at her, his hand drifting downward until he reached a molten wetness that seemed to ache for attention. "How about we up that to three times?"

Jade bit her lip and took a breath as she felt his fingers slip inside her folds, where she was as wet as she was tight. The couple never broke eye con-tact as Freddie's fingers sunk deeper and faster and his mouth dropped to her glorious pale orbs, topped off with pretty pink nipples that could have cut glass. He suckled her breasts softly, but intently, putting the focus on her nipples and sliding his tongue across the nerve endings whenever he could.

Before long, the assault on her chest made her lower body react as she was now humping his hand. Freddie smiled, and still looking at her, inserted another finger deep inside. Jade cried out into her pillow as the oral and manual attacks kept coming, and so her body just caved in and gave into her true carnal desire, and she came, pulling his head from her breasts to kiss her as she rode out this incredible feeling as his fingers didn't stop inside her.

Once he knew she had come down, he withdrew his fingers and offered Jade a taste, which she gladly took, before licking her honey from his hands. "You sure we're ok, baby?" he asked, savouring her flavour, "I just feel weird about letting last night happen."

"Freddie… I love you, and I trust you… if Tori is what you want at a given time, go for it, and I'm gonna do the same, but we come first. She can be our shared guilty pleasure, and a little submissive like her will love being our third wheel."

Freddie began to speak, but Jade had other plans, pulling her hair back and without any warning, she dove down onto his waiting member and began blowing him, her hot sponge-y tongue encircling the head as she bobbed up and down it.

To make the matter even hotter, as she worshipped Freddie's sizable member, she was close enough between Tori's legs that she could smell her sex, and just knew that she was having a good dream. The dark haired teen got a very hot idea as she stroked Freddie's base and treating the rest like candy, pulling Freddie over a bit so his head was mere millimetres from the pretty pink pussy he had given his all too the night before. Jade slid her tongue up the rod and didn't stop as she went past the tip and licked along Tori's entrance.

A coo and a spasm followed, jerking the Latina a bit, but she was so exhausted she slept right through it.

"I don't know what you did to this cunt, baby, but somehow it tastes even better… maybe your delicious meaty cock and her sweet pussy go really well together."

With that line, Jade pulled more on Freddie's member, now sliding it against Tori's outer lips, the slightest move could send his rod into her very tired core. But, if the heat and moistness was any indication, Freddie's penetration could not come soon enough.

"She's so tired baby… you could probably fuck her and she wouldn't wake up…" Jade whispered, licking Tori's shiny red button. "But where's the fun in that? Guess you'll just have to settle for fucking me…"

"Jade West, I would never 'settle' for making love to you. It is an honour and one I would do every moment I could."

"Okay, one… I already blew you and said I wanted to screw you, so you don't have be so sweet. And two, I said 'fuck,' not 'make love.'"

"It's always love for me… Any requests on how I can 'fuck' you, baby," Freddie slid out from Tori and covered the teen with a blanket before standing before his lover, at full mast and more than ready for action.

"I got a couple…" she said seductively, pushing him back so he was now seated on Noelle's bed. Jade wasted no time rushing over and turning around so Freddie could watch his length disappear inside Jade's tight love canal, while her perfect peach of an ass bounced on his lap as she f*rcefully impaled herself over and over on his hard rod.

"Fuuuuckkk…" she murmured, a half grin on her face as she felt Freddie's hands find their place on her chest, squeezing her nipples between his middle and ring fingers as his mitts kneaded her soft pillowy flesh, gripping tighter and tighter. "Shit, baby… you're so… rough… don't stop… fuck me."

Freddie was more than happy to oblige, gripping tight with one hand while his other sunk in between her legs and diddled her love button more and more intently with each thrust.

Jade's eyes had closed from the insane pleasure coursing through her body, so she didn't see when a very naked and fit brunette slipped over from the bed to in front of Jade, worshipping her DD cup breasts with her very hungry mouth.

"Shit, Tori!" Jade exclaimed, pulling her head further into the soft and welcoming orbs. "I'm gonna come!"

"Me too," Freddie replied. "Where should-"

"Don't you dare even think of firing a single drop outside of my body! Paint my inner walls white, and don't stop until your balls are drained, baby!"

Jade was a master at the aggressive sex talk and she proved herself yet again, as her words put Freddie over the edge, and he shot a heavy load deep inside Jade, the searing white hot feeling triggering her own overdue orgasm, as she came, milking as much as she could from his cock.

Once they were sure they had given all they could to each other, the couple separated and Jade kissed Tori softly before grabbing the back of her head and forcing her to her knees.

"I think Tori here needs some protein, baby," she said as Freddie stood up beside her. "Put that hot little mouth of yours to use and clean up Fred-die's cock, Vega."

Tori complied and bashfully began to suck Freddie's wet and sticky cock, savouring the absolute dessert of his cum, Jade's juices, and the musk of sex. She tried to take as much as she could into her throat without gagging which was a surprising amount actually.

"And then I'm going to feed you his cum inside me. And then Freddie's going to head out for a little while and you and I are going to have a chat about what your place is."

The brunette looked up at her new 'masters' nervously, wondering if she was truly going to be paying for last night. And then she felt peace… be-cause in her body, her mind, and even her heart, she knew it was all worth it.

* * *

November 1
9:02 am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 321

"How the fuck is this my fault?!"

"How isn't it, Kelly? If you hadn't have been so dr*nk and then hooked on that shit, you wouldn't have nearly died!"

The argument between Beck and Kelly was reaching its boiling point as the two teens were starting to get physically violent.

"Only because some piece shit spoiled my stash with that poison chiz. So not my fault, clearly." The blonde stood and started out the door when she decided to take another personal shot and march towards him. "Besides, if you wouldn't have been such a fuckin' buzzkill all the time, I wouldn't need dope and drinking."

"How am I a 'buzzkill'? I saved your life a few hours ago! Your fucking 'buzz' is what nearly killed you."

"Doctor Dude said the shit wasn't lethal, so I was not gonna die regardless."

"You're an idiot…" Beck said, throwing his hands in the air. "I don't know why I even bother."

"Likewise you limp dick piece of poser trash…" she fired back. "You need to just man up and don't think I didn't notice that the last person you lived with had an 'accident' too, br*."

"That's pretty presumptuous for a brain dead stoner."

"Brain dead? I beat the shit out of your grades, bitch."

"How Kelly? You don't even go to class…"

"Cause I'm fuckin' gooood. That's why."

Beck wanted to reply, but found himself biting his tongue. He had every intention of dropping Kelly like a bad habit 12 hours ago, but now, here in his room, part of him actually worried about who or what did this to her, he just couldn't bring himself to the main point.

"Look, are you happy in this relationship?"

"Let's see," Kelly said rolling her eyes, annoyed that this kept coming up. "We argue all the time, you fuck like a pansy, and I just had the worst night of my life because of you probably… so yeah… I'm thrilled with this bullshit."

"Then why don't we just break up?" Beck asked calmly, as if the idea had just now occurred to him.

"Seriously? I'm feeling like utter shit and you want to end things? Wow… you are the lowest fucking… you know what?' Kelly said, walking to-wards Beck, and at the last second fired a hard fist right into his stomach. "You deserve that, and I should kick your lame fuckin' ass, but I got more self-respect than that."

A slam of the door later, and she was gone, leaving Beck all alone once again. Part of him was thankful that this charade was finally over and that he was free from Kelly's abuse and her constant issues, but at the same time, the idea of being alone emotionally started to weigh heavier and heavier.

* * *

November 1
9:28 am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 114

"Did you unwrap and check every piece that you got?"

"Yes, mom…" Freddie Benson rolled his eyes as he headed towards his dorm, giving Jade and Tori some time together.

"Bad people hide razor blades and d**gs in those things so you need to be very careful. Did you make sure to get all those chemicals off your face? Those Halloween makeups you k*ds insist on using are so filled with germs and they can destroy your pretty face that we spent a lot of money on. Speaking of, I found some of your facial scrub pads, sweetie, did you forget those when you went to school?"

"Mom!" Freddie had to say finally to silence her ear torture with nonstop talking. "I'm fine and I've been very responsible. I'm not 5 years old anymore."

"You sure aren't. You used to love talking to your mother, and now what is this attitude? Am I that horrible of a mother?"

Ms Benson continued on and on while Freddie pulled his key from his pocket and opened up the room, to something he immediately regretted.

"Shit!" his roommate exclaimed.

Slouched over a chair at the desk they shared, Freddie witnessed Robbie masturbating heavily to what looked like some intense porn, and luckily managed to close the door back before the thin nerd could finish, groaning with his release. Freddie stood on the other side of the door now, just staring at it, unsure of what you were supposed to do in this situation.

"Mom… I'm gonna have to call you back."

* * *

November 1
9:44am
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 339

"So… tell me about him."

Sam sat on the edge of her bed and looked over at the two scantily clad girls in the bed across from her, Cat and Noelle practically becoming one entity nowadays. They had been very busy together that morning already, which normally annoyed Sam, but this time, it was just fuel for her fantasy about this big, strong cowboy that could swoop her up. Unfortunately, Freddie's face kept popping up, ruining the mood when reality set in. Currently, Noelle was giving Cat a really good backrub from the sounds of it, which made getting answers somewhat difficult.

"Nate?" Cat responded. "He's super nice and oooh… that's nice… and he is super old fashioned. Like he is all about being macho and stuff."

"A macho man, eh? That's pretty cool." Sam's eyes fluttered back to the image of him carrying her through doorways. "So is he dumb or some-thing or why isn't he here with the rest of you guys?"

"Oh… ha-ha… that's not my 'back' Noey," the redhead whispered giving a quick kiss to her partner before re-entering the conversation. "Sorry… Nate's a year younger than us. He's still in high school and stuff. Thought you knew."

"Nah… but now I feel like I'm robbing the cradle a bit."

"What?" Noelle said, looking at Sam incredulously. "Dude's like a year younger than you. Max. It's not a big deal. I mean, I'm almost a year older than Cat and we're making it work just fine."

Sam was going to make a comment about that, but the two girls began to make out softly before they switched places and Cat took over the rubbing.

"So… any bad stuff I should know about him?"

"Not that I know of, but Tori would be the one to talk to about that. They dated for a while, and I know he felt something for her, but I don't really think she felt the same way-"

"Cat!" Noelle cut her off, pulling away from the redhead's magic fingers. "Don't gossip. If Sam wants to know something, she should talk to Tori, not get the 'scoop' from you."

"Tori never talks about it, though… it’s really weird."

Sam took a deep breath and figured this was too much to try and deal with at this time on a Friday morning. Talking to Tori might give her some insight and maybe putting her focus on this new guy would do wonders for getting over Freddie.

"You look stressed," Noelle said, reaching out to the blonde. "You need a massage, I think."

* * *

November 1
10:12 am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 114

"So… we don't need to talk about what just happened."

The startling end of the silence f*rced Robbie to look over at Freddie, sitting on his own bed, clearly trying to stop thinking about what had just happened.

"Probably a good idea…" Robbie said. "I'm sorry by the-"

"Dude…" Freddie said, shaking his head as he sat up. "Please do not apologize for this. The less we talk about it, the better the situation. I'm gonna grab a shower."

"Cool, I'll join you."

Freddie stopped cold and turned with this look of anger and utter confusion.

"Not 'join' like 'together' together… I just meant I was gonna take one too, and having someone there might be… you know what? I'm just gonna sit here and take mine later."

"Good call, Shapiro."

Freddie grabbed his supplies and headed to the bathroom to start his shower, and he was more than thankful when there was no sign of another person in the bathroom, so he really could have some peace.

Soaping up, the former iCarly producer couldn't help but think of his shower from last night, still feeling the handprints of Tori as they passionately made love in the shower together. She felt so small and fragile and Freddie couldn't wait for the next opportunity to be with her again now that Jade had given their whole three person thing the go ahead.

Just as his mind drifted to what the girls might be up to at that very moment, which caused his hand to drift to ease some of that coming fire, Freddie's concentration was shattered by a nasally voice.

"Hey, Freddie…" Robbie called out, slowly moving into the shower next to Freddie, thankfully hidden behind the plastic sheet barrier separating them. "I know you don't-"

"Friggin' A, dude. I said let's never discuss it again. How is that so difficult?"

"I'm sorry, man… I didn't mean to-"

"It doesn't even make sense, Robbie. Your girlfriend is like ridiculously hot… why in the world were you jerking off to… whatever that was on your computer?"

"I just… I miss her. And like, I know I just saw her last night, and we were do-"

"I think we're good on the details."

"Yeah…" Robbie had turned on the water on his end, which caused a bit of a pause; one that wasn't nearly long enough for Freddie. "But she left again last night after… some stuff. Guess the tension kinda f*rced my hand."

It was clear that Robbie was trying to make a joke, but the timing was at its worst without question.

"You ever feel sexually inadequate?" the curly haired teen continued in his line of highly uncomfortable topics.

"What?!" Freddie said, cutting off the steaming water as if that would stop the mental anguish he was being put through by his nightmare room-mate. "Why the fuck would you even ask that to another guy?"

"I don't know!" Robbie exclaimed back, pulling the separating sheet back, revealing way too much of himself to the rapidly dressing Freddie. "I just don't know who I can talk to about stuff. My girlfriend and best friend are not exactly options right now."

Freddie wasn't entirely sure how to respond. The situation as a whole was bad enough, but there was just something about the poor k*d that just made Freddie feel sad, like he need to help him. "Sometimes… I guess. I guess I don't last sometimes as long as I wish I did. Is that what you mean?"

"No…" Robbie began, realizing quickly that he was going to explain the situation for Freddie to understand. If he wanted to understand. "Can I just tell you what happened?"

"I feel like you're going to regardless, so you might as well," Freddie responded sighing heavily before realizing a change of scenery might be in order. "After we get back to the room."

"Groovy."

One excruciating hour later…

"And that's everything…"

Freddie sat on his bed staring into the abyss that his brain had created as an escape from the most awkward, incredibly detailed, and just plain disturbing story that had been laid out before him. He barely knew Robbie even after living with the guy for a couple months, and had learned way too much in the last hour.

Apparently, Andre walked in on Robbie and Trina going at it at the costume party and Trina invited him in, and from the moment he joined, Robbie felt like he was pushed to the side, and Trina apparently seemed to get more out of sex with Andre. That was the short version. The long version, which Freddie had just been subjected to, was filled with details, including sizes, shapes, all the different positions, and the choice words that came up during the encounter. It went without saying that Freddie cursed the moment he agreed to hear the poor nerd out.

"So… what should I do, Freddie?"

"Um…." The Seattle teen just searched for the words. It was an insane situation that he himself had been a part of long ago, and Trina was in-credible attractive, but imagining Robbie and Andre there just made Freddie's stomach turn a bit. "I'm not really sure. I've never actually had this problem before."

"Ugh…" Robbie said, throwing his hands in the air. "I figured if anyone knew what to do it would be you… you've been with like every girl I know besides Trina."

"That's not… true," Freddie said, realizing in a moment that the curly haired teen might have an actual point there.

"Should we go through the list- your two friends in Seattle, Jade of course, Cat, and now Tori."

'Whoa," Freddie said, throwing a hand in the air. "Why do you think I was with Tori?"

"Because," Robbie said matter of factly, "it's pretty obvious and word kinda gets around. Besides, it’s not like you don't talk in your sl*ep some nights when you're here. Does Jade know you're cheating-"

"We're going to stop right there, Robbie," Freddie said sternly. "I am not, nor would I ever be, cheating on Jade. I won't like that I've been with Tori, but it's a bit more complicated than just that. Jade knows and wants her around for us."

"And I thought my situation was kinda fucked up…" Robbie sighed.

"Look, as much as we could play 'who is more messed up in their relationship,' I still have an image of you and Andre plowing Trina and it’s kinda turning my stomach. Have you even tried to talk to her about it?"

"Yeah… we kinda talked right after… and she assured me that, like, she was fine and she preferred me, but I could just see that she was lying. Like when your parents get you socks for your birthday… a white lie for my benefit, but a lie nonetheless."

"You ever wonder if she might have been both lying and telling the truth?" Freddie asked, his ther****t hat finally on. "Like she still prefers you and loves you, but the new, different, or forbidden stuff was enticing."

As the words exited his mouth, Freddie began to wonder if the same could be said of the 'magic' that he and Tori were experiencing. The parallels were not wasted on Robbie either and it was clear that the glasses wearing teen wanted to point this out, but Freddie was more than aware.

While Freddie had pretty much committed himself to not attending class today after everything, at this moment he just needed to get the hell out of Dodge and clear his head of his current predicament as well as wipe his brain clean of the three way described before him.

And as if fate had not cursed his soul enough, his phone began to ring with his mother's overbearingly anxious call of where he was. The news he actually received from her, however, was something much, much worse.

***

November 3
8:06 pm
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 602

"So you're going to miss the whole week?!"

Jade had been pacing her room for the last few minutes as Tori lay on the Goth’s bed and watched Jade's face as it changed expressions every few seconds. Tori hadn't really left the building but a couple times since Halloween night, spending all her time with Jade and just enjoying this new, strange, and exhilarating feeling of freedom.

It wasn't all happy feelings, however. Both girls, Jade in particular, had been worried about Freddie. His mom had called him Friday morning to let him know his grandfather, who he was very close to, was on the verge of death. Naturally, he hopped a plane back to Seattle first thing Saturday morning, which meant neither girl had really seen him since their special morning.

Jade plopped down next to Tori who quickly shifted so that her head could be in the pale girl's lap. "So it's just a waiting game or something?" she muttered, stroking Tori's hair, a stress reliever for the angry dark haired teen.

"Yeah," Freddie's voice said, now loud enough for Tori to hear. "Hours, at most they said."

"So, you're gonna stay with him until then? Even though he's not even you know… awake?"

"Of course, Jade," he responded sharply. "I'm sure he knows I'm here whether he's conscious or not."

"Sorry…" she muttered, mad at herself for coming across so shrewdly. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby. I wish you were right here with me."

"Me too…" Jade whispered into the phone. "I could come up if you needed-"

"No…" he said, firmly, but the waiver in his voice showed his true feelings, "You need to stay there and go to class. You're my note taker, you know."

"Just don't call me your secretary, Benson…"

"Only when we play the office game, Miss West," he flirted back, but again his voice showed that he was not feeling so frisky. Jade didn't even know who this guy was, but the fact that Freddie was hurting so much, made her tear up a bit. "I love you, Jade."

"I love you too," Jade said, choking up more than she expected. "Tori says hey too."

"You girls behave," he chuckled, then quickly followed up, "or if you don't, at least take pictures."

"You bet," Tori called out, earning and tight pull of her brown hair.

"I'm just glad you made it there safe… just call and keep me updated."

"Of course. I love you, Jade."

"You already said that, and you're already making me cry. Take care of yourself Freddie, and I'll be here if you need me."

There was a soft sound on the end of the line, signalling a kiss, which Jade copied, and then they hung up, ending what would be their last conversation for what would be an excruciatingly long time.

The room was nothing but silence for nearly 5 minutes until finally Jade stood up and looked down at Tori.

"Look, Vega… you're my best friend and who knows what else at this point… but I really need to be alone for a bit. You can sl*ep her tonight again, but I just need a couple days to get my head straight…"

"We can talk about it if you want, Jade," Tori offered, sitting up.

"Not about this. My head is really messed up and if you stick around, I think there might be some issues." Jade definitely looked like she was struggling with this decision. "I'll call you when I'm ok."

Tori just nodded and got off the bed, and headed towards the door.

"You don't have to leave yet… I just said 'starting tomorrow.'"

"I know," the Latina said, turning around, "but I think I should just go now… let you get it all out. Maybe stay at my parents house for a while."

"Maybe that's for the best," Jade muttered, feeling ashamed now for running her best friend off. She reached out to the thin teen and pulled her close for a very deep hug. Jade took in the sweet, almost honey-esque scent that Tori's body gave off mixed with the fruity shampoo she had used just hours ago. The Goth teen just stood there motionless, just squeezing Tori before she pulled away slightly and kissed her soft lips.

Tori seemed surprised by the kiss but gave into it, stopping just short of incredible. As Jade pulled away, the girls just breathed into the other's face, unsure of what the last few minutes actually meant.

"I will call you," Jade whispered before turning back and laying on her bed, burying her face deep in the pillow.

Tori silently trudged from what had become her home away from home, and headed downstairs to wait for whichever f*mily member was avail-able to come pick her up.

One Trina-driven car ride later, Tori found herself in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror and still tasting the electricity that she shared with Jade. As Tori undressed, she examined her tanned naked body, and allowed her mind to be flooded with memories as her hands touch and caressed every mark that her lovers had given her, and it wasn't until her alarm blared hours later, that Tori rolled over in bed and realized she was all alone again.

* * *

November 8
3:04 pm
UCLA- Elkins Hall
Room 232

For over a week, Sam had been wondering if she should talk to Tori about this Nate guy and get the lowdown on who he really was. However, it seemed that she was not the easiest person to find, even if they shared classes. It didn't help matters that the one class that the two sat closest to each other was their lit class with Adams. Tori was absent Monday and on Wednesday, Adams had given her a note that made her stomach absolutely turn.

So, now it was Friday and since Adams seemed to be in a bad mood, Sam finally felt a level of freedom from the way the middle aged man made her feel and mustered up the courage to get the much needed info from Tori.

Once the class let out, Sam jogged up through the now crowded hallway to meet the very sad looking Latina and tried to be as non-aggressive as she possibly could.

"Yo, Tori… how's it going?"

The brunette spun around quickly put her happy face on as best she could. "Oh, hey Sam… what's up?"

"You know… not too much. Just wanted to talk to you about something?"

"About class?" she responded quickly, "Because I don't think I'll be much help. He just kinda goes off the deep end and I can't follow-"

"No… it was something else," Sam said, quickly resisting thoughts of Adams.

"Oh… ok… let's just talk outside where we aren't so rushed or cramped."

The two girls headed for the door and ended up walking near where Nate had taken Sam just over a week ago, and where Tori's one night stand stood for the last time. Neither girl wanted to dwell too much on either one at the moment.

"So… what's going on?"

"I just wanted to ask you about a friend of yours."

"Freddie?" Tori asked a bit too quickly, nervous that since he was Sam's long-time boyfriend that she might be mad at her.

"No… Talking about that nub is the last thing I want to do, I promise."

"Then who?"

"Hey," said a voice from behind the girls. They turned at the same time to see Beck approaching, looking a little less glum, and almost back to the more jovial way that he used to be months ago. "What are you guys up to?"

"We were just talking about some stuff," Tori responded, unsure of how much attention she should give to Beck since it had been weeks since they actually talked. "Sam was going to ask-"

"Never mind…" Sam growled and stood up. "You two do whatever… I will just catch you later I guess."

"Sam?!" Tori called after the angry blonde but it was no use. She had to wonder if Beck was the subject of their almost discussion, but as the handsome teen took Sam's place next to her, her mind was focused on other matters.

"What was her problem?"

"I don't know, Beck… you came over before she could tell me. What's up?"

"Nothin'," he said softly. "Just thought I'd come and see you, if you have a minute."

"I have a few minutes, but I'm not sure if you are how I should spend them Beck," she fired back, trying to show her backbone to her ex.

Without warning, his lips moved like lightning onto hers, and after three seconds- one for shock, one for enjoyment, and one for escape- she looked back at him with narrowed, very confused eyes as she slid away.

"What the hell was that, Beck?!" she nearly screamed, lowering her voice for 'hell' as if that made it better.

"What?" he stared back innocently as if there was nothing wrong with what he just did.

"You can't just kiss me like that! That's what!"

"Sorry… you seemed to want this a few weeks ago. Why is now so different? I dumped Kelly, you know."

"Beck…" Tori was speechless, trying to figure out the words she needed to say to erase what just happened. "You can't… we can't. Not again."

"So we make out in the library," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I drop Kelly for you, and now, all of a sudden, you don't want this?"

"Beck… It's too late. We had our chance together… and you need to move on. Like I have." Tori knew she was lying at that last part, but the statement itself was certainly true.

"You didn't move on…" Beck said, his anger starting to really show, "you started sl*eping with a closet dyke and her fuck-everything-that-moves boyfriend. That's not moving on. That's just pathetic desperation."

"I knew you hadn't changed, Beck…" Tori said, getting up and heading for her dorm. "Don't talk to me anymore. Just leave me alone."

Beck wanted to argue, knowing he had hurt her without meaning to, but she was just too far gone, and the icy glare and cold words she was now giving off told him that his opportunity might really have slipped by. She walked away, not once looking back at Beck who punched the base of the fountain in pure frustration.

As he turned to look over the fountain at the design and the fact that a section was still roped off where Hunter had apparently hit, with sparse items, showing how few people actually missed him.

The fragility of life hitting Beck once more, he began to wonder how many people would actually care if the same thing happened to him.

* * *

November 13
1:48pm
UCLA- Elkins Hall
Room 312

Sam Puckett had reached a whole new low in her life. Unable to get Tori alone for the last few days, Sam couldn't help but hate the current situation and wish there was something magical she could do about all of it. However, her prayers remained unanswered as she stood outside Adams' office door, knocking softly, worrying what this assignment he had for her was, and what degrading thing it would f*rce her to do.

Her fears were confirmed as the door opened revealing her professor who was wearing his patented slick smile, with upturned nose. She walked by him without a greeting and plopped down in a chair as he shut the door behind her.

"Miss Puckett… glad you could make it."

"You told to, remember?"

"Yes, but it’s still pleasant to see you come when called," he said, petting her like a dog.

"Let's cut the shit… what's up?"

"Always eager to get to the point. I suppose that's a noble trait, especially for the fairer sex." Sam motioned her hand in a wheel encouraging him to get to the point while she wore a sneer on her lips. "As you hopefully know, there's no class today because I'm meeting everyone individually about their papers. You're going to assist me in the office. Not a hard job."

"So now you want me to be your secretary?"

"Ha-ha… no…" he chuckled. "I have a secretary who actually is competent so no need there. I have a different job for you."

"Just get to the fucking point, dude…" Sam said, sighing, arms crossed as she mocked this arrangement they shared... "You want me to blow you for the next hour or something?"

"Ah… that was very astute, Samantha," Adams said, coldly, surprising Sam actually. "I even went through the trouble of getting a pillow for your knees."

"Fucking seriously?!" she nearly shouted, shaking her head for a few moments. "This is shit."

"No… this is how someone like you makes the grade," he shot back. "You do a good job and go unnoticed, you get an A for the assignment. I think that's more than fair."

"So, I do this and I get an A for the course."

"No… but you are on your way to a B. Don't want to raise any suspicions, you know."

Sam wanted to complain that a B was not worth degrading herself, but the argument kinda fizzled in her mind and she realized that perhaps the ends would justify the means. She sunk her head down in shame and stood up before pulling her hair back into a ponytail so at least that would be out of her face.

"Now that's a good girl…" Adams said, not standing, but backing his swivel chair back enough and undoing his pants and boxers. Taking her place underneath the desk, Sam felt very cramped, and even more so when his naked bottom half slid towards her, somewhat flaccid penis leading the charge, trapping her and leaving her little choice but to service him.

"You might want to lose the shirt and bra… I'd hate for you to get… dirty from a mess."

"I hate you…" she whispered back just as the office door opened.

The next few minutes were a blur, Sam actively trying to ignore the conversations, and was actually surprised that Adams made no noises or responses to her ministrations. After about four or five people, Adams finally started making some noises, signalling he might be finishing very soon.

Sam finally took his advice and removed her t-shirt and bra as she stroked him to completion, getting shot after shot of salty goo on her naked chest. Is was absolutely degrading, and now that her job was done, she wanted to leave.

After hearing the door shut after a particularly boisterous male student, Sam tried to move, but Adams' legs were staying tight to block the way.

"I said you needed to service me the whole time… so get back to work. I want to come at least two more times… if you think you are capable."

If there was one thing that put Sam on edge, it was someone questioning her ability to do something, and for a few moments she didn't even think that he might be manipulating her and the awful position she was in.

The next hour dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, hearing people drone and drone on while her legs were starting to get tired. She'd made him come again, and was getting close, she thought, to a third time, when his last appointment arrived at the office. It wasn't even until Sam really listened to her voice that she realized who he was talking to- Tori.

Almost as if it was a reflex, Sam bashed her head on the top of the desk, and let out a pained noise. The Latina visitor's eyes went wide and she instantly knew what was going on here.

"What the hell?!" she screamed, causing Sam to lurch forward, knocking Adams' chair back, revealing his naked lower half to the thin teen who stared for just a moment too long, and saw Sam's face, looking beyond awful and gross as it rose from under the desk. "Sam?!"

"Tori, this isn't-" the blonde tried to say, but was cut off.

"Don't…" Tori said, clearly fighting being sick. She began backing out of the room as Sam grabbed her shirt and bra and dressed so she could follow Tori and finally talk to her, and to tell her of what was going on with Adams. If she could catch her.