After the talk Victoria had found something unusually appealing about that hipster trash, she hate to admit it, but she did. Max had sought out to comfort her when the white paint had splatted all over her precious cashmere coat. Victoria knew if they had switched places at that moment she would have gone all the way just to make fun of her and snap a few photos here and there. Not only did the hipster girl not make fun of her she also compared Victoria's work to her hero: Richard Avedon.

For some reason that also made Victoria's skin boil with anger.

Someone like Max Lamefield recognizing her style really annoyed her. The young rich girl began to pace back and forth with anger.

Maybe Lamefield isn't as lame as I thought…

Victoria's thoughts on Max went on for days to where she even began to do a little bit of snooping. She would check Max's Facebook page every now and then, she didn't think much of it but she knew if she were to be caught looking at the hipster's wall… Well there would have to be a bit of explaining done (and what meant by explaining she meant lying.)

The popular girl would be in the parking lot often looking out for Max pretending that she was going to go for a ride in her car. From what she had picked up, Max was friends with that delinquent Chloe Price. How did she know that blue-haired loser and what were they always doing?

That reject doesn't even go to school here anymore.

On other days when Max didn't talk to the blue haired reject she would talk to that wimpy nerd Lauren… Or was it Warren? She didn't even know. The way that freaked looked at her was creepy and Victoria did not like it one bit. The fact that he always tried a move on her made Victoria lose it.

Today, Victoria sat all by her lonesome, watching Warren try to hit on Max. She took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. She closed her eyes for a moment taking in her surroundings.

"Victoria?"

A familiar voice hit her ears. She opened one eye to look at the person who spoke her name. The hipster bullshit stood in front of her with her usual expression. "What do you want?" Victoria's rude welcoming made the girl before her flinch. "Nothing, really. I just saw you by you-"

"I have friends Max, they just aren't here." Victoria could be as rude as she wanted but that did not make Max leave… instead Max just welcomed herself and sat across from Victoria. The silence was uncomfortable, for both. Lamefield would glance around every now and then but Victoria wouldn't even look at her.

Then Max spoke.

"Is that a cardigan designed by Adeline Andre? Looks good on you."

"Yes and thank y-"Victoria stopped speaking. Max had just complimented her and knew who designed the cardigan she was wearing.

"What are you playing at Lamefield?" Victoria glared at her. Max's expression still didn't change much. Every time Victoria would interact with the hipster it was like she knew exactly what to say, it was suspicious.

"What do you mean? I'm not playing at anything." Max sounded too confident for that, almost like she was teasing Victoria in a way.

"Right Max, you just somehow know all these things and all the right words to say. I don't buy it selfie ho."

"Whatever Victoria, I'm not playing at anything. Maybe I have similar taste as you." Victoria looked at her up and down with an expression that just said 'yeah, right'.

"Max, I can smell bullshit from a mile away. There's something up with you and I'm going to get to the bottom of it."

"Sure Victoria. We have class with Mr. Jefferson soon, we should get going." The frustrated rich girl just huffed, she didn't like this one bit. Max gestured for her to walk with her but Victoria shook her head. "Sorry, don't wanna be caught walking to class with a loser like you." Max didn't frown or anything, she just nodded and continued to walk. Victoria just couldn't express how much the selfie bitch pissed her off. She just took her insults and she didn't even seem offended by them.

Later during class they made eye contact every now and then, Max would advert her gaze and Victoria would do the same. One thing she noticed about Max was that she wasn't very good with eye contact. After class Victoria just walked to her dorm since that was her last class of the day. There she ran into Max once again drawing on her room whiteboard. "Um, what are you doing?" Victoria put her hand to her hip Max jumped back away from her the whiteboard. "Just drawing something…"

"On my whiteboard? You have your own."

On the whiteboard Max had drawn a peace sign.

"From hipster trash to hippie trash." Max had not said anything for a moment. "Sorry, I'm just gonna…" She started pointing that way and began to walk. "Wait."

The rich girl stopped Max. "Since trash was brought up, I was wondering how do you know that emo idiot." Max just glanced around confused, it took a moment for Max to figure out who she was talking about but then it finally came to her mind. "Oh you mean Chloe? Why do you care?"

But Max had got Victoria there. Why did she care? "I was just wondering since that reject got kicked out of school before you came here."

"She's just an old friend, I did live here before."

That was something Victoria did not know about Max.

"But still, why do you care who I know and talk to?"

Victoria just looked another way. "I was just curious, that's it loser, I don't care about you."

"Whatever." Was all Max said, but she wasn't upset. It felt like Max knew something. "Hey," Max made Victoria look at her. "Are you wearing Caron's Poivre?" Victoria jumped back a bit.

She did it again!

"How do you know that!? That fragrance is way too expensive for your trashy taste!"

"I just know. It's not that big of a deal."

But to Victoria it was a big deal. No one has ever pointed out her perfume smell before.

"Max I'm going to go before you get any creepier." Victoria open her door and closed it right behind her.

That selfie ho knows way too much.

(I edited this earlier, but I couldn't upload the edited version so if some of this seems weirder than it should be, you know why)