When It Rains
Victoria Strokes is your average run of the mill teenager. Well until her mom is offered a job in La Push, Washington. But some strange events began to unravel one having to do with a boy at school, Seth Clearwater. But that’s not the only thing that’s strange. Want to know? Read and find out!
3. Chapter 3:Muscles
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“Sorry I never did get to introduce myself yesterday. It’s Evelyn Dollison.” She seemed nice enough so I returned the smile.
“Nice to meet you. It’s Victoria Strokes, but most people call me Tori.”
“Okay.” I saw her eyeing my piece of paper.
“What’s that?” I looked down at my paper about to say “Just doodles.” But I realized what it was. It was a sketch of Seth Clearwater’s face.
Man! I was even thinking about him unconsciously. I pushed the piece of paper under my binder and replied stupidly.
“Nothing.” To my surprise she giggled and said.
“You don’t have to lie. Besides I think you have some serious skill.” I hadn’t expected the change of subjects to my drawing.
“Uh thanks but I was just doodling.”
“Well it is really impressi-.” Mr. Woods’s entrance cut her off and sent people fleeing for their seats.
“Hey do you mind if I sit here?” She gestures to the empty seat next to me.
“Not at all.” Mr. Woods began to hand out worksheets.
“Okay so we haven’t gone over this yet so if you need help you may have a partner.” I look down at the problems on the worksheet, but all of it I had done before in Seattle.
I zipped through it and from what it looked like I still had a lot of time left. I look over at Evelyn and she was starring off into space. Her worksheet was filled out too. I think we were the only people done because everyone else had there heads down working away on their worksheet. I wonder how much longer until my escort would show up.
“Hey what time does this class end?” I asked Evelyn.
“8:58.” Its 8:50 now so I have eight minutes.“Why? Anxious about something?” She was grinning. Why am I so readable?
"What a girl can’t want to get out of math class?”
“Well not when they’re day dreaming about their escorts.” The way she looked at me made me feel like she could read my mind.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh come on it’s kinda obvious.” I forgot about me trying to be stubborn and asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, drawing him is kinda of a big hint and being overly sensitive when I say you like him, that’s a given.”
“I don’t like him.” Her simple perception made me think she saw right through me, but then again I was never good at lying.
“Whatever you say.” I guess Mr. Woods noticed that we had stopped working because he was standing right in front of us looking un-approvingly at us.
“Less chit-chat and more work.”
“But Mr. Woods Tori and I have finished already.” He looked in between us doubtfully then looked down at out papers to see them full.
“And you two understood it?”
“Well, okay then.” Then he walked back to his desk and took a seat. I hear a few loud thunks on the door, nothing like Maddie’s shy knocks, and Seth’s face appeared from behind the door. Evelyn saw him too.
“See you in PE.” She gave me a meaningful look. She was in my PE class? That shows how much I pay attention.
“Mmk.” I slur still looking at Seth’s face. I picked up all of my stuff and shoved it into my backpack. I walked with a quickened pace to the door. This time Mr. Woods didn’t stop me. Seth held the door for me but he seemed to be deep in thought.
“Senora Rodriguez’s.” He nodded acknowledge my answer, but he still seemed to be thinking, leaving a silence between us.
“Okay so I think I have a confession to make. Maddie didn’t really ask me. I kinda asked her if I could be your escort for the day.”
“Why?” I was taken back from his confession but I still wanted to know.
“Because I think I really like you Victoria.” It had sounded like there was a double meaning to it.
I had always thought that Victoria was a little to long for me and Tori was just short and simple so I had always liked it better. But when he said it I had no urge to correct him because it had sounded completely right on his lips.
“Oh.” What the heck? A boy just says that he likes you and you just say “Oh”?!
“Well, I think I might like you too.” I mumble. What the hell?! Since when did I like him?
I only said it because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings I said to myself. He was beaming down at me. God what did I just do?
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“God you’re smiling again.”
“Am I really?” I really hadn’t noticed.
“You must really like him.”
“Well I don’t know… more weights please.” In gym today we were in the weight room. Most people were at different stations. Evelyn and I were at the bench-press station. And at the moment I was pressing and she was spotting.
She trudged off to get two more weights because the ones I was pressing felt like five-pounds. She added them to the bar and I began pressing again.
“So he must have been one heck of an escort. What did you guys do?”
“We didn’t do anything. He said he liked me though.” The weights I was pressing still felt light. “More weights.”
“Okay.” She sounded like she didn’t believe me but she still went to get more weights. This time she was bent over by how heavy the weights were. She added them to the bar again and I began to bench-press again. The weights still felt like nothing but I didn’t want to bother her again.
“So is Seth the kind of guy who would do or say anything to get into a girl’s pants?”
“Not that I know of. He still dates a lot but you know like the two weeks kinda dating.”
“Oh.” I was trying to figure out if I was going to go under that category. He had seemed sensier but what did I know I was defiantly not a good judge. All of the boyfriends I had, I ended up breaking it off because they ate my crayons or something along those lines.
“But don’t worry he seems to really like you.” I guess she read my expression.
“So I’ve been told.” I muttered. Evelyn heard me because she opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted.
“Dang Tori!” A boy who I think introduced himself yesterday as Tom.
“How much are you bench-pressing?”
“I dunno…” The boy, Tom, went to the sides to see how much I was pressing.
“150! I can’t even press that much!” Tom was a pretty bulky looking boy.
“What!? I don’t think that’s right.” Last year I was barely able to lift thirty-pounds (sad I know). I put the bar on the rack and got up to see for myself. Yep, Tom had been right.
Dang! Where had I gotten all of these muscles?