CHAPTER 1; Lovesick Fool

Tory POV

Chance Claybourne was a Viral. The thought kept echoing in my head like a song on repeat. It just didn't compute. Even now, three weeks after we'd found out, I couldn't make sense of it. I needed to see him. I mean, he was Pack now, so he wasn't the enemy...so we could be friends...or more than friends...

Angry at myself, I shake my head. No, Victoria, I mentally scold, you are with Ben. You love him. This is just the last remnants of a silly schoolgirl crush putting up their dying battle. Just because he's gorgous and unattainable and charming and obnoxious and infuriatingly unattainable...

I need to see Chance. Once I see him, I'll remember how evil and schemy (is that a word?) he is and I can go back to being happy with Ben.

Ignoring the small voice in my head telling me that I just wanted to see him so I could jump him, I walk to my closet and survey my clothes. After nearly twenty minutes I pick out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans that cling to me like a second skin, a dark purple camisole with a slightly translucent white tank top over it, a pair of black ballet flats and a black leather jacket. Pulling my dark auburn hair into a high, sleek ponytail and dabbing on a little eye liner and lip gloss, I try to calm my nerves and ignore that voice now telling me I shouldn't use this much effort to go see someone I hate.

As I walk downstairs though, a thought hits me. How am I going to get there? It's not like I could ask Ben for a ride. Shit. Although... Kit won't be home for ages, and I know how to drive. I have my permit and everything. I can take the car and have it back hours before he gets newfound determination I call Coop and head out of the house, locking the door behind me. Before I lose my nerve I slid into the drivers seat and buckle my seatbelt as Coop settles himself in the passengers seat. Nervously, I ajust the rear view mirror and slowly back out of the garage. As I start down the street I let out a breath. This was...easy. Just like every other time I've done, just without Kit.

Fifteen minutes later I pull up and park across the street from the Claybourne mansion. I made it all the way here without hitting anything, thank you very much. I don't care what Hi says, I'm a great driver. Skipping the guarded front gate (yeah, guarded as in actual guards) I slip through the entry in the back that's been so helpful in the past and make my way to the office. Opening the door, I peek in. Empty. Huh. Where else would he be? I wish I knew where his room was...and that sounded bad. NOT what I meant. How was I supposed to find him though? This place was bigger than Morris Island.

Maybe... I close my eyes and let my pack sense float out. Sheldon and Ben, at Bens house. Hi, at temple with his mom - poor guy. Coop, next to me. And, very faint, a small thread leading to the third floor, to the room right above where I'm standing now.

Got ya! Quickly but quietly I hurry up two flights of stairs. Standing in front of his door, I can hear soft music floating through the door. I think about just walking in, but considering that this is Chance, it's probably safer to knock. Hesitantly, I rest my fist against the door and knock before I can over think it. I hear bed springs creak (do NOT think about chance on a bed) and footsteps padding over to the door. I swallow, brace myself, and look up just as the door is opened.

By Chance Claybourne.

Forcing myself to look him in the eye, I peer up at him and announce, "We need to talk."

AN: Good? Bad? Mediocre? Let me know! There are not enough Chance/Tory fics out there. You guys know any? The title was the song Lovesick Fool, by The Cab. Seriously though, it's my first fanfic, so RR, cuz I really need some feedback :-)