Story: She's On My Mind (all chapters)

Authors: spazix

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Chapter 1

[Author's notes: Story Redone! Tell me what you think.]

It’s just me and him, alone on the balcony. Winter’s soft chill can’t dampen my spirits at a moment like this, and my heart is burning brightly. “It’s just…you’re so perfect!! I’ve never felt like this before!!” He just smiles knowingly and puts his arm around me. I blush and can feel the heart rising on my face. He leans towards me, opens his mouth, and…..

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

The blaring siren that is my alarm once again drags me back into consciousness. As I groggily get up from my bed, I try to remember my dreams that had been so rudely interrupted….but I can only pick out a nameless, faceless guy on a balcony with me.

Just another fantasy about actually liking my boyfriend. What a surprise... I think sadly. Yes, that dream was sure not about my actual boyfriend. I can’t even really say I actually like my boyfriend of three months, Ralph.

Ralph. The word alone puts my face in a grimace. Really, he’s not that bad of a guy; he's just completely wrong for me. I mean, he IS a quite buff football player, and I should consider myself lucky...but I don't. He's even nice and caring (pretty rare traits for jocks), but..I just don't feel any connection. But it wasn’t like I was going to turn him down such a nice guy...

“EVEEEEEE!!!!!!!” The sound of my mother’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I rush to the shower before she can start yelling again. In record time, I wash and blow-dry my hair, put on make-up and get dressed. Before heading downstairs, I take a quick glance in the mirror. My long, curly blonde hair cascades down my back, and my large green eyes seem to shine today. Okay, okay. That’s definitely exaggerating, but I can wish, can’t I? At the very least I was gifted with an adequate figure: skinny, not too tall, and a substantial amount of breasts.

After this extended glance in the mirror I sprint downstairs, grab my backpack and make it on the bus without a second to spare, as usual. I walk down the aisle until I spot my best friend Abby. We flash a smile at each other, and I take the seat next to her. Abby has been my best friend for as long as I could remember, though yeah, we both aren’t that popular; I’m considered "hot" by jock standards, sure, but I never could do the bitchy cheerleader gossiping thing, and, unlike many girls in my grade, I don't seethe flirtation around every hot guy I see. Abby is really the person I can trust the most, the person that will listen to my whining about how much I really don’t like Ralph (bleh, Ralph). Today her bright orange, curly hair falls down to her shoulders, and her brown eyes seem giddy.

“Hey Eve, any more dreams about Ralph?” she prods, with a slight smile. I grunt, and she chuckles; Abby always has possesed the ability to read my every thought.

I sigh. "Don't even get me started..."

Ten minutes later, we get off the bus, and I take a good look at Harrison High School. Willow trees adorn the lawn of my three-story prison, and a banner hanging from the roof attempts to garner attention for some nonsense about our football team. Sports….really don't interest me. Neither does school. Well, I hate it, but I’m no idiot; I keep straight-A's... but I sure don’t enjoy doing it.

I walk through the halls and head to my first classroom/torture chamber of the day: Precalculus Honors. My teacher, Ms. Bean, appears to be nearing the 100 year old mark and is like the great-grandmother our class doesn’t want. I take my seat in the back row next to my neighbor and good friend Alex.

Alex immediately turns to me. The look on his face, reminiscent of a scared puppy dog, allows me to guess his next question. “Hey….you think she’ll check homework today?!?!” Alex frantically asks. I sigh. Yep, I know Alex all right. Alex is the laziest, just plain weirdest kid you'll ever met…but you can’t help from being friends with him. I think there is something to be said about the charm intense sarcasm can eventually have on someone, and, if anything besides running, sarcasm is Alex’s forte. Yep, he’s the cross country captain, too, and a pretty dang good one, at that. You don’t have to be a genius to know that running three miles in less than 16 minutes is basically inhuman. Then again, looking at Alex’s extremely skinny frame and long legs, I could have sworn that he was born to run.

“Yes, Alex. She always does.” I answer, rolling my eyes. He slumps in his seat, dejected by the answer he knew was coming.

“Ah well. Screw math!” He pats his legs. “These two babies will carry me throughout high school!!” I roll my eyes again as the class bell rings. You’d be surprised to know that Alex is actually a little smarter than me; he just manages to apply himself as little as possible. It's quite a feat.

“Okay, class…” Ms. Bean starts. “Today I have an important announcement!!”

“Maybe she’s retiring….” Alex says dreamily. I just roll my eyes; around Alex it’s a habit.

“We are getting a new student today! She is moving here from, err….” Ms. Bean looks down at a piece of paper on her desk. “England!!! And she will be here for the remainder of the semester, so I want everyone to treat her like she is a part of our Math Family here at Harrison High!”

A new student? This actually piques my interest. Harrison High rarely sees new students, and we could be getting anyone from the guy in my dreams to a psycho serial rapist. I obviously hope for the former.

We all look expectantly at Ms. Bean until she finally gets the memo.

“OH!! Yes, yes. I should probably unlock the door and
let her in. Old age, you know…” Oh yes, I know. She trails off, muttering to herself, and heads over to the door to let in our new student…..

..and mouths drop. This girl, I’m telling you, is something else entirely. Her wavy blonde hair truly cascades down her back, and her clear green eyes seem to be actually be sparkling. Before this moment, I had never actually thought this feat to be possible; but her eyes are ACTUALLY sparkling! A realization redirects my thoughts, as a glance around the room's salivating male population immediately tells what’s on all of the guys’ minds. I frown in disgust.

“Her name is…” Ms. Bean frowns as her memory once again fails her. “Victoria.” the girl’s low, soft voice utters. The girl smiles as she speaks in a way that the world's greatest supermodel could only aspire to achieve, and just a few seconds of looking at her completely reverse any notion I had previously held about beauty. I suddenly realize I'm staring and look away akwardly. Smooth, Eve. Creep out the hot new girl in record time. I push aside my creep inner voice as the girl moves towards the only empty seat: the one on my left, of course. I glance over at Alex, but I find him not giving the new girl a second glance; he instead has hidden the newest edition of Runner’s Weekly in the recesses of his math book. “Usain Bolt….pssh.” he grumbles. Alex would be the one guy to not care about Victoria. I think and laugh a little to myself.

The girl takes her seat next to me, and I am graced with the first close-up view of her. Damn…those boobs could knock someone out cold!! And her face….sheesh. How flawless can someone be?! Victoria looks towards me, and I immediately twist my face away, now sporting a bright-red complexion. Victoria raises one perfect eyebrow towards me. "Ehh, sorry. I really didn't mean to be staring." I sputter out awkwardly.

She laughs a little and smiles at me. It's not one of those huge grins; it's one of those little smiles that seem to say a lot more. I wish I knew what this one was saying...

“It’s okay; I get the whole looking at the new student thing. I’m Victoria, as your math teacher was so kind to announce. What’s your name?” Her speech seems inhumanly eloquent and....perfect. Like the rest of her, actually...gah.

"I'm Eve. So why in the world would you move down here to Harrison?"

She smiles another one of her little smiles. "My dad's work. And I'm sure it can't be too bad-"

"DO I HEAR TALKING?" Ms. Bean snaps in my direction. We all answer no, and she mutters something about checking her hearing aid, but the conversation with Victoria is ended. This saddens me a little; I don't know her at all, sure, but she seems like the kinda person you'd really want to get to know...

Masses passes, but before I can try to talk to Victoria again, Ms. Bean drops another announcement on us."OH, Victoria, hunny, I'm actually going to need you to move your desk over to this side of the room." Ms. Bean points to the vacant right corner of the room. "You have a lot of make-up work to do, and Eve will only distract you. She's what we call a slacker."

"HEY!" Ms. Bean seems to ignore my interruption.

Eve rolls her eyes and smiles sadly at me as Ms. Bean moves her desk. I slink into to my desk and sulk. Ugh...super cool, nice new British student sits next to me... and then Bean has to go and move her because of damned make-up shit... I continue my sulking, and after a while the bell finally rings. Victoria is immediately surrounded by jocks offering to help her find her next class. Big surprise there; I just hope she isn't one of THOSE girls. But you know what? I'm going to find out; it's not everyday you get a new student like this at Harrison High; really, I doubt Harrison will EVER get a student like her again, and I don't even know her yet. But, oh, I sure plan to...

[End notes: Edited]

Chapter 2

[Author's notes: Edited]

The rest of the school day passes uneventfully, with school seeming more dull than usual. After somehow staying awake open for an entire hour in Honors World History, which I can promise you is an accomplishment for anyone, I finally make my way back to the bus lanes in front of school. I take the seat in the back of the bus, plug my iPod in and start to unwind. My mind drifts towards that new girl.

Well, I didn’t see her after math, so we must not have any more classes together. Ugh...and despite only talking with her for a few minutes, I really like her! Weird, I know...but still. She's got the whole cool foreign accent thing going for her, and the fact that she is quite easy on the eyes doesn't hurt as well...


“Eve?”

I snap back into reality and see Abby staring at me with one brown eyebrow raised. I really need to work on the whole zoning out thing…

"Oh, hey Abby. Somehow I didn't even notice you there."

Abby rolls her eyes. You'd be surprised how often we actually do that; it must be an acquired skill.

"Obviously. Once again, you were off in your own little world, but I think I'm used to it by now." Abby takes the seat next to me and grabs one of my headphones.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know I’m weird. So how was your day anyways?” I ask.

“Pretty normal besides the whole new student thing. Have you seen her yet?”

I try to act as nochalant as possible. “Yeaaah, her name’s Victoria, right? She seems pretty....I dunno." I trail off as my mind fails to find any word capable of describing the enigmatic new student.

“Odd? Yeah, I think so too. She's nice and polite but seems a little..... I don't know. There's just something about her. But have you SEEN her?! She’s something else. The guys are all over her. Hopefully she won't end up being another Hannah Simples….”

I grunt audibly; Hannah was one of our best friends until she realized that sex=popularity. It all went downhill from there.

“Yeah, but I don't think she's one of those people. I dunno why, really, I just don't get that vibe from her. She actually seems pretty nice, and I really wouldn't mind getting to know her.”

Abby grins slyly. “Aww, Evey is trying to make a new friend! Want me to help set the playdates?“ My face turns bright red.

"SHUT UP!!" I shout. Actually, I wouldn't mind having Abby's help, and, she probably knows this. But I wouldn't ever admit it...

"You know it's tru-" The loud buzz of my cell phone interrupts Abby before she can finish. I fish it out of my pocket and glance at the Caller ID. One exaggerated roll of the eyes later Abby knows exactly who’s calling.

“Ralph?” she asks knowingly. I just nod miserably. “You really should answer, even if things with you two aren’t exactly perfect. What’s even really wrong?” I wait too long and the call goes to my voicemail.

“I really don’t know what’s wrong…I’m just liking him less and less as time goes on. He’s sweet and all… and not doing anything wrong, but hanging out with him is becoming a chore…” Abby gives me an odd look. “Well why are you dating him then?! And if you don’t call him back…” I smile and laugh. Without Abby I don’t know how I’d stay in line.
“Yeah…that’s the thing. I don’t know why I am. I guess it’s because he hasn’t really done anything wrong. And yes, I will have to call him…” Abby just shakes her head.

Two hours later, I’m finally going through with it…

“Hey… this is Ralph. Leave a message. Bye.”

SUCCESS!! Another awkward, unpleasant phone call is avoided. I murmur something about missing him (as if…) and dance around my room in pure ecstasy. Of course five seconds later I hear my phone buzz obnoxiously. Damn it…I mumble unhappily as I pick up the phone. The rest of the night passes with me attempting to think of ways to kill myself before Ralph can describe yet another football play to me. At the moment, hari kari seems quite pleasant...

“And this one, the Fumbler, is really freaking awesome!!” I ignore whatever could possibly be awesome about the Fumbler and make up an excuse about having to go and hang up before Ralph can keep on talking. It’s days like this that make me wonder why I even said yes to Ralph in the first place…

After spending time wondering about why I subjected myself to the torture in the first place, I am unable to form any kind of answer. It’s only fair, I think, to dump him. With this thought in mind, I begin to consider how to accomplish this… But I push this thought away for the moment after glancing at my clock. Eleven already….man, Ralph sure knows how to talk about football without even being that good. I climb into my bed and let exhaustion cleanse the palette that is my troubled mind…

The following morning, my usual ritual of waking up late and getting yelled at repeats itself. After an amazingly fast shower of ten minutes (a new personal record, actually), I have some time before the bus arrives, so I spend a moment eating some cereal with my mom and little sister Katherine. My mom’s short brown hair matches her outfit, which has been meticulously picked out, like usual. If my mom is anything, she is structured; from yelling about my habitual tardiness, to organizing fancy dinner parties…I’m pretty sure everything my mom does is dominated by her inner control-freak. Katherine, on the other hand, acts much more like me; with long blonde hair and a carefree attitude towards most things, she is nearly a carbon copy.

“GIRLS! Get ready, please.” Katherine and I manage a simultaneous eye roll (a notable accomplishment) and toss our plastic bowls into the sink. I begin my trek to the bus stop, and before I know it I’m cruising towards Harrison at a cool 15 miles an hour. Dang elderly drivers...

Abby greets me, and we chit-chat until we get off the bus. I can tell she wants to bring up Ralph but knows that now isn’t the time. The fierce, eyebrow-raised look she gives me as we walk our separate ways to our classes confirms this thought. The look, which I receive often, says, “You escaped it now, but expect a serious conversation about your relationship later. You have no say in the matter.”

The look never lies, and I expect the talk later.

I begin walking to Precalculus until, lo and behold, by the door I see Victoria chatting it up with none other than Hannah Simples. Hannah, dressed in her staple American Eagle and Hollister whatever with her bleached blonde hair looking incredibly similar to yellow vomit, seems to be simultaneously making conversation and jealously scoping out Victoria's figure. This time, I really couldn't blame her; Victoria is sporting a blue skirt that makes her legs more desirable than any part of Hannah's overexposed skanky little body. And that's without even mentioning the rest of Victoria's outfit. Yep, Hannah doesn't stand a chance against a figure like that, which is why she's trying to drag her into her clique of bitches. The thought of another Hannah sickens me, but before I can turn
away in disgust, I hear something simply incredible.

"Sorry, but I'll be fine on my own.

Zoning in on the conversation, I realize that Victoria just completely brushed Hannah off. Apparently Hannah is as surprised as me, as she is still standing still with her mouth wide open long after Victoria goes into the Precalculus room. I walk by her, grinning as widely as I can possibly grin; I've picked well, that's for sure. Now I just got to simultaneously get to know this awesome new student while not appearing to be a total creeper.

The latter will be a definite challenge, but I'm up to it.

[End notes: R/R]

Chapter 3

[Author's notes: Character (of sorts) added. Enjoy!]

I take my seat next to Victoria and attempt unsuccessfully to understand what I just witnessed. No one ever turns down Hannah...she practically runs the freakin' school! She's our own Queen Bitch...She wasn't always like this, though, and I still somehow harbor the hope that deep down she didn't change too much...

I turn and look at Victoria. Despite wearing your average Hollister jeans and t-shirt, she somehow manages to look like a freakin' goddess. I'm thinking she's determined to look this pretty solely to damage my self-esteem.

"That, or your virginity" my inner pervert adds.

My face turns bright red, but no one seems to notice. Damn. Now, instead of just dealing with zoning out, I have to deal with zoning out AND hearing homosexual, sexually charged jokes. It's not that I'm gay at all; my mind just seems to get a thrill out of my embarrasment and torment.

At the moment, Victoria's intently focused on all the make-up work she was loaded up with, and I can't blame her. Ugh, I wouldn't know what to say to her anyway. I turn from her and begin working on my 'lines' again.

I make absolutely no noteworthy progress, though I COULD really see that kidnapping fleshing itself out...

A tap on the shoulder draws me back into reality. I turn to find the source of the tapping to be Alex. He shakes his head at me, long curly brown locks flying everywhere, and sighs.

"Eve, this whole spacing out thing...you should probably leave it to me. I can actually pull it off without Bean noticing. You pretty much suck at it." He says with a slight grin.

I role my eyes and smile a little; I'd just gotten a typical Alex response.

"Cocky much? From the kid who looks up 5k records for the whole class?

"Ehh, you got me there. So we hanging out this-"

Alex stops in mid-sentence just as Ms. Bean turns around from writing on the board. Ms. Bean looks angrily around the room for the source of noise but to no avail; Alex is just that good. When she turns around, he turns back to me.

"Yeah, so we hanging this Friday? With the rest of the gang?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Duh, like usual."

Alex just grins and turns back around. I spend the rest of math stealing glances at Victoria.

The rest of the day is boring as usually until the bus ride home with Abby. I'm about to get off the bus when she brings up something quite interesting.

"Oh, Eve, remember that Victoria girl I mentioned?"

I perk up. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I've talked to some people and apparently she's already with most of the popular crowd. Dissing Hannah actually got her a lot of respect. So I guess she won't be joining our crowd."

Well, there goes all my efforts for conversation. Ah well, with a girl like her this is the expected outcome. I get off the bus without Abby remembering to beat me over the head for abusing Ralph, who happens to call me later that day right when I'm 'in the shower'. Oh, a shame, I know. So overall it was an okay day, but the news about Victoria still dissapointed me. I went to bed with a some kind of odd feeling in the pit of my stomach...

It feels something like sadness.

"Or sexual tension?" my mind adds helpfully.

I just groan.

I'm still feeling kind of down the next morning until my mother indirectly reminds me of an important fact. While walking out the door, I hear:

"Hey Eve, remember to take out the trash after you get back from your half day!"

A half day! Of course! I had forgotten that we had one of those. Half the classes and school time today...yes! I happily make my way to school and breeze through everything. Chemistry flies by, I watch a movie in Lit. and I am utterly blissful...until Precalculus comes along. It's always Precalcus.

After the class bell rings and I take my seat next to Victoria, my mind began to drift towards thoughts the evening. Maybe I'll hang out with Alex, Abby and the rest of the gang. Movies, pizza, and FINALLY some relaxation....ahh, tonight would be-

"And the answer, Eve?" I snap my head up towards Ms. Bean. Her face is adorned with an evil, knowing smile. I swear, that woman can't hear or think coherently, but she knows exactly whenever I start one of my little daydreams. Time to improvise...

"Undefined. There is no answer!" The class just looks at my oddly. Well, I tried at least.

Ms. Bean narrows her eyes and opens her wrinkled little mouth. ...and her comes the lecture. Great.

"Ms. Walker, if you were paying attention you would know the correct answer. Do you even know what problem we're on? You know what, you have about two minutes to give me the answer before I-"

"Fourteen."

Eh? I turn my head to find the source of the interruption: Victoria. A few people give her an odd look; Ms. Bean is certainly not the teacher you want to interrupt or get on your bad side; I can personally account for this. Lo and behold, Alex actually looks up from a cleverly hidden Runner's Weekly and raises his eyebrow at the popular new student. Ms. Bean turns sharply and stares at Victoria with a strange look on her face.

"Eh?"

"DId you not just ask for the answer? Is my answer not correct?"

Ms. Bean says nothing, but her eye begins to twitch a little. Oh, please, I pray to God that she hasn't finally snapped.

"Victoria, sweeetiee-" The way she says sweetie is nearly murderous; I am scared.

"It is sooo GREAT that you know the answer, but I was just asking Cloud Brains over hear. Not You."

I chuckle; Cloud Brains isn't half bad, really.

"And I do not expect ANY more interruptions. Understand?"

Victoria, who has been looking intently at Ms. Bean, responds, "Yes, I definitely do."

"Very well then. You and Eve can stay after class for an hour today and grade all my papers. Each error costs you a point on your overall grade."

We look at each other in shock as the bell rings and all the students, along with Ms. Bean, file out of the room to enjoy their half day. I turn to Eve.

"Ehh, I'm REALLY sorry about the whole detention thing." I start, a little embarrassed. I haven't been able to talk to Eve all week, and when I get a chance it's because I got her in trouble. She just smiles, and it's as beautiful as ever. I don't know why but that smile makes me feel nervous...

"It's okay. She's a total bitch, and you seem really nice. So far in this school I've only encountered horny jocks and bitchy cheerleaders."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Well...that pretty much is Harrison." She laughs and I can begin to feel the tension slipping away. We talk non-stop for the rest of the hour while doing Ms. Bean's dirty work, and I love every second of it; I have truly never met anyone HALF as vibrant, beautiful or charismatic as Victoria before! I learn that she has an extremely rich family and really hasn't made any true friends here yet; the cheerleaders tried to draw her in, but, luckily enough, she's not buying it.

"It's just, they're so fake." she starts while bending over to pick up a box under Ms. Bean's cabinet. While she is starting to bend over, fate decides to intervene and my eyes happen to travel downward...which grants me a view of Victoria's godly ass...

.

..and my jaw drops. I mean, DAMN! That ass....

My mind stops whirling as a sudden realization hits me. Oh, God, it just turned me on. Badly. Come to think of it, I really wouldn't mind for Victoria to wear some less revealing shirts...and maybe then go pick up some more boxes...

"HA! Who's the pervert now? And, yeah, 'those awkward' homo jokes were your subconscious reaching out. Truly basic psychology, really..." my mind adds.

I push aside the voice, and that's when the impact of what just happened fully hits me. I've finally befriended Victoria...while simultaneously discovering an insanely strong attraction towards her. Oh, God, I mean, before now I've NEVER been attracted to ANY guy like that. Or girl for that matter. Oh, man, I need some air...

"Something wrong, Eve?" Victoria asks, smiling like usual.

"Nah, you can just pick up some more boxes." comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. Damn you inner pervert....

Victoria just laughs as she finishes putting the boxes up and my eyes glue themselves to her rear.

"Well, the hour's up, it seems, and I think we're all done."

"Oh, okay." My mind is still on lockdown.

Victoria begins to walk towards the door. Right before she learns, she turns around. I'm still staring off into space.

"Eve..." she begins nervously. "You think you'd like to maybe...hang out a little later today? My parents have been bugging me about bringing home a friend...and I do really like you..."

I manage to nod my head. My thoughts are still a mixture of "Oh, dear God, please help me." and "What. A. Piece. Of. Ass. Tap that, please."

Victoria smiles brightly and runs over to me.

"Thank you!!" she smiles and envelops me in a huge hug.

Still in shock, I barely notice as she hands me a piece of paper with her address and a time on it and runs outside to meet her mom. Somehow, I manage to wave to her as she sprints out of the room.

"Life just got interesting." I mumble aloud.

A/N: Well, I got another chapter out! It may be a little rough, though, so just review and tell me what you think. I still have to change Ch.1 and Ch.2 to fit some of the changes I made here (like making Eve seem a little more, gay, moving Victoria's seat in math, etc.) but let me know how you think the story's going!

[End notes: Edited. Hope you like Inner Eve =) Oh, and thanks The Anonymous! I wouldn't have caught those mistakes otherwise. And to all the other reviewers, you guys rule!]

Chapter 4

A few minutes pass before I am again able to think clearly...or, well, relatively clearly at least. I come out of my trance-like state to find the janitor giving me a very odd look as he mops Bean's floor.

"Err..." I mumble before sprinting out of the room at full speed. Once I reach the school's parking lot I plop down on the grass and begin to think.

Well...so I guess I like Victoria more than a friend... A LOT more than a friend. And I suppose this means I'm bisexual... Then again, I don't think I've EVER really liked a guy like this. Oh well, I have more important things to worry about now...like hanging out with her!

I let out a yelp as I realize that I'm going to be hanging out with Victoria in a few hours!! Well, it seems life has left me with but one option...

***

"You what?!?!" Julia asks over the phone, obviously a little surprised by my statement.

Julia is my older sister who has already gone off to college; if there is anyone I could talk to about this, it would be her. I know that Abby would be my best friend no matter what happened...but I can still see that conversation being extremely awkward. Julia understands me better than I probably do and could possibly know a thing or two about this whole 'doubting your sexuality' thing.

"Err...become extremely physically attracted to a new girl at school?" I say as quickly as I can. I hear a pause on the other end of the phone, but I'm positive that's its not one of disproval.

"Well now, that sure is something! Who is this girl anyway?"

I take a few moments to explain everything possible to Julia about Victoria.

Julia thinks quietly for a while. "Personally, I think you only have one option: go for that ass!" At this, my face turns bright red, which is a reaction that I'm sure Julia expected.

Attempting to garner a little payback, I ask, "Yeah, haha. So you know why I called you specifically?

I can imagine that Julia is still beaming as she replies, "Because of my superior wit, right?"

"No... I called you because I found your diary entries about Clara."

"Eeep!" Julia shrieks before immediately hanging-up. I just laugh; I had found out about my sister's infatuation with her college roommate a few weeks ago after going through a journal she'd accidentally left at the house. I couldn't really blame her; Julia had introduced us to Clara a few times, and she was sure a looker! Not anything like Victoria, but I doubt that ANYONE can compare to Victoria. Mmm...that ass...

My founds ringing brings me back down to Earth. I don't even bother looking at the caller ID.

I smirk as I answer. "Yes, Julia?"

"...I was going to mention it..........but how'd you find out?" she asks as quietly as possible.

"Found your diary, blah blah blah. So, now that we've gotten past the fact that we're apparently a family of lesbians (we can only hope for Katherine), what do you think I should do?!"

I hear silence for a while and presume that Julia is thinking. "Weeeeeell, all I've really done is creep around and spy on Clara when she's dressing, so I don't have too much experience in this field. BUT, what I PLAN on doing is getting her to like me as much as possible before springing my crush on her and simply hoping that it goes well. I suggest you do the same; just play it cool and charm her with your loving personality! Keep the flirting to a friendly level, and try to act as normal as possible, though. It took a lot of explaining for me to justify my Clara Panty collection I had going..."

"...erm, okay. Thanks; I think there was at least some good advice mixed in with all that creepy."

"Anytime, little sis! Oh, and Good luck with this Victoria girl; I can't wait to meet her when I'm back in town! But right now I think I'm gonna have to let you go, as I have some very pressing issues to attend to. Bye!!" As she hangs up I can only imagine what she is heading off to do to poor Clara. Suprisingly enough, my sister is an extremely popular and charismatic person; she has more friends than I could probably count! But, apparently, when she likes someone, she can get a little...obsessive. I'd prefer to never have to repeat some of the graphic things I saw in her diaries. All I can say is that she must like this girl a LOT, and we shall never speak of her diaries ever again.

...and now it's time to get ready to face Victoria. God help me...

I begin by walking to my house (only about a mile from the school thankfully) and taking out the trash. How did I remember this and why did I even bother? I have absolutely no idea, but it seemed to help take my mind off of the daunting task ahead. I head up to my room and put on a flatteringly tight Hollister shirt and some of my typical short shorts. I let my wavy hair run its natural course and lay off of the make-up; it can't seem like I made any sort of effort. All in all... I basically look the same as I did when I first got dressed this morning. Damn. Ah, well, I tried at least.

After getting dressed, I fish the paper Victoria gave me out of my old shorts. Gosh, even her handwriting is freakin' luscious! Being 2:30 right now, I have to be there by 4:00, when she wanted me to come over. I decide to spend that time relaxing as much as possible and eliminating any tension or stress. This plan goes great...until, like always, my mind runs a little astray.

I'm watching some Comedy Central... until my little Inner Pervert takes notice of a Victoria's Secret commercial.

"Hmm..." she muses. "Those panties would look great on Victoria. But...I'd still prefer her birthday suit, bar none."

My face immediately turns bright red with the mental image of a nude Victoria's long, slender legs, tight stomach, luscious, curvy-"

"AHH!" I blurt out loud in an attempt to push away the image. It's not that I didn't enjoy it; oh, HELL no! I just don't think I could face Victoria with that fresh in my mind...

Gathering myself together, I glance at the clock: 2:45!! Oh shit, I have to go!

I sprint to my with 1993 SAAB (it gets the job done, at least) and begin to drive towards Victoria's house.

What I'm in store for? Absolutely no idea...

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