Chapter 4
"Alright, people, that concludes this special tour of the Marine Lab. I hope you enjoy your stay, have fun, don't make fun of the cook, etc etc," Concluded Allen, the Marine Lab instructor. The class had just been taken on a tour of the entire marine lab. By now, it was 8:00, so the groups of teens were starting to get restless. They were all ready to sit around, gossip, and reminisce on there day.
After eating dinner, they all headed back to the volleyball pavilion. Most kids went and played volleyball, but others sat on the picnic tables and just talked. These people included Teddy, Tori, and Jen. "Okay, I'm just gonna put this out there...that cook guy freaks the heck out of me!" Jen stated. Teddy and Tori laughed at their friend's bluntness. "I know! did you see the death glare he gave me when I asked for extra salad! I think he's gonna kill me in the night..." Teddy whispered dramatically. "Ha ha, sure Teddy. I'm sure that man is gonna kill you because you wanted more salad. I mean, that's just criminal!" Tori said, putting a hand to her mouth. "It could happen..." Teddy mumbled. Jen sighed, "So anyway, what are we doing tomorrow?" "I think we go snorkeling in the reefs tomorrow," Teddy answered. Tori stiffened. She was not looking forward to that. Snorkeling was one of her worst fears, especially snorkeling in the middle of the ocean. What if she saw a barracuda? Or worse...a shark! Tori gulped frighteningly. Teddy saw her scared expression and laughed, "Don't worry about it, Tor, I'll be right there...oh I mean, um, we..." Teddy said blushing and looking away. "Oh, okay thanks," Tori said, looking away also. Jen just sat in the middle, looking around awkwardly. "Well, I think it's time we get to bed. I need my sleep, or else I'll be cranky and I won't talk all day!," said Jen, dragging Tori with her. "We wouldn't want that, would we?" Said Teddy sarcastically. Jen stuck her tounge out at him as she and Tori ran up the stairs.
When all the girls were laying comfortably in bed, Tori lay sat up in bed, eavesdropping on other girl's conversations. After all, it was one of her favorite past times. Currently, Caitlin Panky was stressing over a pimple that had popped up on her chin, Trish Kits was rapidly texting her boyfriend from back home, and Scar Darkness (as she liked to be called) was sitting in a dark corner mumbling to herself. Tori flopped out on her bed, bored and tired...and yet strangely awake. It was one of those nights where she just couldn't fall asleep. The same couldn't be said for Jen. She had been out like a light by the time her head hit the pillow.
Tori just lay there, going through the pictures on her cell phone, until a text message appeared on her screen:
Teddy: Hey r u as bored as me? :l
Tori smiled. If anyone, Teddy could brighten her mood.
Tori: well, lying in bed isnt exactly xiting if u know what i mean :P
Teddy: Whats Jen doing?
Tori: Snoring like a pig.
Teddy: Okay I'll take it she's sleeping, or else we would have a problem
Tori: haha right. So how is Camp Testosterone over there?
Teddy: Loud and sweaty
Tori: That's pretty concerning
Teddy: No not like that! nobody will shut up, though
Tori: Well, what are they talking about? I've always wonder what they do at boy slumber parties...
Teddy: Ok #1 its not a slumber party #2 their just talking about girls
Tori: Ooooh boy gossip! who are they talking about?
Teddy: I cant tell you, that would would break the man code!
Tori: Rules are meant to be broken :)
Teddy: Ok fine. Their pretty much talking about Summer, Jessica Alba, and someone else
Tori: Ok thats not surprising. Wait...who is the someone else?
Teddy: I gtg good night Tor!
Tori: No! You cant leave me hanging! THEODORE GOODMAN!!!
But it was to late. Teddy had already put his phone away. Tori sighed and lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Who was the someone else? It would probably turn out to be some stereotypical celebrity, but Tori couldn't help but wonder. And whoever it was, why didn't Teddy want to tell her? She lay pondering, barely getting a wink of sleep all night.
