I've been on an extended hiatus, but I woke up from a dream about a month ago and immediately jotted down some notes. This version of Spencer was so vivid in my dream I wish I could watch the whole thing play out on a movie screen, but alas I'll have to settle for 'pen to paper' and hope that my writing does justice to what I saw in my head.
She was gonna die. Spencer's heart beat erratically and she temporarily forgot how to breathe. Dark eyes swept over her, a subtle move with a touch of barely controlled restraint. Her skin felt flush and she was certain she could die at any minute. Never had she felt so objectified, her ears burned, because she liked it. She was about to die of embarrassment, she was sure of it.
Spencer tried to control her breathing, blue eyes watching from their peripheral as the dark haired beauty passed by her elliptical machine. After what felt like an eternity the blonde risked a glance over her shoulder and was at once both relieved and disappointed that the mysterious dark haired girl was gone. Spencer swore she could still feel those eyes roving over her backside.
With a disappointed huff Spencer turned back to look at the display panel, groaning when she realized that she still had 25 of her 60 minute workout remaining. She inexplicably had lost all motivation to continue and wanted nothing more than to stroll into the locker rooms in the hopes of seeing the brunette again. Taking a deep breath she forced herself to focus; she was being ridiculous, she misread the other girl, she had no gay-dar, she had no interest, her life was too busy, she needed to focus on her last semester before graduation…she was driving herself nuts with her internal monologue.
Reversing the machine Spencer immediately felt the burn in her quads, it was a welcomed distraction. No pain no gain she told herself as sweat started to bead on her forehead. Five minutes later the blonde wanted to scream as the resistance increased automatically, her legs were on fire as she pushed harder to keep up her pace. For the next few minutes her mind focused solely on the hell she was putting her body through. She licked her lips and tasted her own salty perspiration; turning her head she quickly swiped the sweat onto her sleeve, catching sight of the brunette beauty again in the process.
The world's sexiest woman was on a treadmill two rows behind her and three machines to the left. Spencer switched the direction of her feet again and settled into the longest 15 minutes of her life. She spent the entire time planning her walk to the locker room. She would climb off the machine, wipe all the sweat from her face, take a drink of water and calm her breathing, then she would turn and confidently walk past the treadmills without paying any attention to the other girl. No she would smile and nod at her. No she would stretch next to her machine, yeah show off a little, no that would be too obvious, maybe she should wink when she walked by, no she didn't have the guts for that, oh God, she had no idea what she was going to do and she only had a minute left! Her feet were slowing to a stop and her only real plan was to somehow gracefully exit the machine without her jelly legs collapsing.
As she landed on solid ground Spencer snuck a look out of the corner of her eye only to be disappointed when the other girl was gone again. Blue eyes casually swept the gym but she couldn't spot the brunette through the sea of bodies and equipment. Accepting defeat Spencer snatched her water bottle and headed for the locker room. She was being ridiculous and acting completely out of character. She had goals, a long term plan, thinking about girls was not in her plan and sorting out her sexual orientation was definetly not on her to do list.
Comfortable with her lame existence and no longer looking for adventure Spencer leaned against the locker room door, water bottle tipped to her lips she shouldered her way into a hurried brunette. Things sort of happened all at once after that, the water bottle fell from her hand, "oh shit" fell from her lips, and the brunette fell on her ass.
Spencer stared down at the brunette in shock. Her shirt was wearing what was left of the blonde's water, her things were scattered all around the floor and she was looking up at Spencer like she had two heads.
"Well that's a hell of a first impression."