Monday. Home economics.
Tori walked into Miss Brooks class. Cooking day. She avoided home room, and signed in at the school office. Here's to luck, that he wouldnt be in today.
She walked into the class, and put her bag on the bench and hung her flannel on the clothes hook, before taking an apron. She had full skinny jeans on today, and a shirt that was cut out, and tied back together at the back. Her flannel was keeping it under cover, yet she forgot she had cooking. She actually didnt even want to come in today.
She walked to her station, fastening her apron as her stomach flooded with nerves, and butterflies. Michael was at the sink, washing his hand. His red hair, and a plain white top on. She gulped a little as she walked to her station and turned her back to him. Taking a deep breath, Tina looked at her. "You okay, Tori?" Tina asked her quietly. Tori nodded as she sighed.
"Hey, hot buns!" Michael's voice sent shivers through her. She turned, wide eyed. "What?!" She spoke up. Michael stared at her in silence, with a straight face. "We're making...cinnamon buns" Tina, slid a recipe to Tori. "Oh..." Tori nodded as she scanned the sheet of paper. She thought he meant something else, her head was all over the place right now.
Tori looked up at Michael again.
"Okay, guys get your ingredients...try and not make a mess today!" Miss Brooks told them as she walked into the class with a huge mug of whatver. Tori moved her eyes from Miss Brooks, to Michael as Tina and the rest of the class headed to get ingredients. A small, devious smile appeared on Michael's lips. Soon turning into a huge smirk. He then walked to the main table to pick up ingredients. He did mean it that way! She wasnt stupid.
Tori grabbed a plate as she headed to the opposite of the table. She weighed and collected flour, cinnamon, mixed spice, sugar...till she was disturbed by a voice in her ear.
"Can you pass some spice?" Michael whispered in her ear. Shit. Tori sighed as she quickly weighed out some, before tossing it onto his plate. Keeping eye contact off the table! "Thank you" He told her, she then felt a soft touch against her ass cheek. She widened her eyes, trying not to make it obvious to him, or anyone else.
"Oh, baking soda please" He told her. Tori sighed, and leaned over the table picking up the small tub of baking powder. "Its baking powder" Tori corrected him, as he firmly squeezed her ass. "Whats the difference?" He asked her. "Baking powder makes them....puff up" She looked up at him. "Mm, i know what i want to puff up" He mocked a little.
"Okay, that doesnt even make sense" Tori looked at him. "Doesnt have too" He smirked, before walking behind her and too her other side. Tori bit her lip, anxiously as she turned her head away and took a baking tray. She made her way back to her station, and looked up at the table again. Watching as Michael took some butter, then he looked at her and smiled. Tori quickly looked away and sighed as she through all the correct ingredients into her bowl.
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Lunch.
"Okay, so does this quote back up what happened?" Hanna asked Spencer, as they sat at the lunch table. It was only a few minutes till the bell went and...till english. Tori sat eating an apple, and drinking some bottled ice tea. Her knee bouncing up and down a little.
"Are you sure your okay?" Spencer asked her. "Mm?" Tori looked at her, then nodded. "Yes, im fine" Tori lied. Spencer and Hanna exchanged a look, as the bell went. "Hey, see if im typing up essays in english...couldnt i just skip it. After all, i'll type it up later, or at home" Tori looked at the girls. "Did something happen with Michael?" Hanna asked her. "No! I just...cant be assed with this class" SHe sighed.
