Teaching | Eddie Munson

The Date - Part 1

Victoria spent the week in a state of restless anticipation, counting down the days until Saturday. Every Saturday meant a meeting with Eddie, but this week felt different—more electrifying and, frankly, maddening. Just months ago, the idea of going out with him would have sent her into a furious spiral; now, the thought of their date had her heart racing in an entirely new way.

As the week dragged on, her excitement twisted into a knot of anxiety. She'd hung out with Eddie plenty of times before, but a date was uncharted territory, and the uncertainty gnawed at her. What did this mean for them? She didn't want to jeopardize whatever fragile connection they had built.

Preparing for the date alone felt like a recipe for disaster. She could already picture Eddie finding her in a complete mess, clothes everywhere and doubts swirling in her mind. No, she needed backup.

Max had already agreed to a date with Lucas, so Victoria turned to Robin for moral support. However, when she opened the door, she was taken aback to find Steve standing next to Robin—not exactly the comforting presence she'd hoped for. His grin suggested he was more interested in making snide remarks than offering any actual support.

Victoria stood amidst a chaotic sea of clothes, tossing items from one pile to another as she tried to find the perfect outfit. Each time she held up a top or a pair of jeans, she caught Steve's snarky comments out of the corner of her eye, and it took every ounce of her willpower to ignore them. But when he rolled his eyes dramatically at her latest selection, she felt her patience snap.

"What's your deal, Harrington?" She snapped, her voice sharp as she flung a rolled-up T-shirt in his direction. It landed at his feet, a defiant gesture.

"I don't have a deal." he replied with an exaggerated scoff, tossing the shirt back toward her. She let it fall to the floor, her focus solely on the mounting frustration in her chest.

"It seems to me like you do..." she sighed, running her fingers through her damp hair, the weight of his judgment pressing down on her. "You weren't invited, but since you're here, I thought it was to help me, not to hate on me."

"I'm not! It's not my fault that none of your clothes look date-worthy for Munson." He crossed his arms, his tone laced with mock seriousness. Victoria could swear she saw him cringe at Eddie's name, a reaction that only fueled her annoyance.

"Okay, Mr. Fashion Expert," she challenged, raising an eyebrow as she pulled out another top. "So, what do you suggest I wear?"

"For a date with him? And why bother? Considering all he'd want to see you in is nothing. It's odd he didn't just invite you straight to his bedroom," he replied, a smug smile creeping onto his face, as if he had just dropped the most obvious truth in the world.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Victoria tried to keep her voice steady, but the sting of his words cut deep.

"Oh, come on, Vivi..." he said, exasperated. "It's Munson we're talking about. You've gotten all lovey-dovey with him, but you must know about his reputation." He cast a quick glance at Robin, seeking solidarity, but she merely flipped through a magazine, refusing to engage in their escalating argument.

"His reputation?" Victoria echoed, disbelief coloring her tone. "What are you talking about?"

"From what I've heard, he's had his fair share of girls in his trailer." He spoke slowly, careful to soften his words, his intention to protect her evident in his furrowed brow.

"Oh... From what you've heard, of course. Just like you've heard he's the leader of a satanic cult?" Each word dripped with increasing irritation as her anger bubbled to the surface.