Life is Strange is a really intense video game, and that's why we love it, but at some point I felt like I needed to disconnect from all this intensity and read something in a less serious tone, so I did it myself. This fanfic was originally a one shot, but I threw up this chapter and enjoyed writing it so much I finally decided to make it a 4 chapter long story, one per week of September.

Expect nothing but a collection of funny/ridiculous situations with the relationship between Victoria and Max as the main point.

Oh, also, there are a lot of references to music, movies and stuff in general, but specially to French culture, because I have this headcanon that Victoria is a francophile since I heard her say "Au revoir" in episode 1.

September has arrived. It's a fact. A statement. An assertion. A torture… September has arrived and therefore, classes are about to start. Victoria wasn't ready to start classes. Not yet. But she was ready to show everyone who was the rightful Queen of this place. Show it one more year, of course, stride among the simpletons in all her sophisticated majesty.

It was the very last day of holidays before classes. They were starting the next day. All of the students were settling in the dorms, getting everything ready to start the school year. Victoria was lying on the bed after unpacking almost all her things and organizing them in the tiny room. Not that it was actually tiny, not at all. But it was for Victoria. She was used to living in her family's sumptuously large mansion outside Arcadia Bay, so living in this gilded drywall prison cell was indeed an agony for her. How was she supposed to choose such a measly amount of clothes from her sprawling autumn collection? Only her Vuitton cashmeres could fill this pitifully small wardrobe.

The blonde was thinking about calling her father to have the dormitories bought from the Prescotts so she could have two or three rooms for herself. That would be the easiest solution, but that didn't mean it was the smartest one. Victoria's father always supported the 'do-it-yourself' motto for her daughter. He gave his precious girl a limitless American Express when she was only 6 and told her to go buy herself something nice for her birthday. That was the Chases way of showing love.

Good thing Victoria's father doesn't check the bills, otherwise he would've seen those 2 thousand dollars the little girl spent on buying all the princesses costumes they had in the Disney Store. She obviously bought two of each one because she was afraid of spoiling them in the future and her nanny didn't dare stop her. What a pair of lungs Victoria had as a kid when she cried. Victoria's nanny could tell. Too bad people grow, so 6 months later Skyscraper Victoria was too tall to fit on them.

Her mind was wandering through all those costumes she enjoyed for a short time. Victoria couldn't help laughing when she remembered the time when she made her nanny dress as the Fairy Godmother while she wore that lovely Cinderella costume so they could recreate the famous scene with a giant pumpkin her caretaker crafted for them. Victoria thanked her with a kick in the shin (the only place she could reach before turning into Skyscraper Victoria) and some crocodile tears because it wasn't pretty enough, despite all her efforts. That was one the more vivid memories Victoria had from her childhood, and she remembered not being able to pronounce properly anything other than 'Bibbidi-bobbidi-doo', so she kept repeating it during the whole song. How ironic was it her nanny used to call her Cinderelly when she was a little kid?

A soft noise broke the silence of the room and made Victoria snap out of her daydreaming.

"Who?" Victoria lazily replied to the sound.

"Courtney!" Said the girl outside the door.

She was presumably waiting for Victoria to let her in cause there was no way she was getting in without permission. Courtney knew her friend too well to do that, and she certainly remembered the last time she waltzed in without knocking. Weaponized airborne book projectiles made for pretty terrifying welcome mat substitutes. That morning she learnt Victoria was not an early bird and she didn't like to be disturbed before she finished her first black coffee of the day.

"It's open", simply answered the blonde.

Courtney got in the room and scanned it. Victoria didn't' even bother standing up to greet her friend. She was too tired to move. Plus, she got the perfect position and moving right now was the last thing she wanted to do.

"You've almost finished unpacking!"

"Of course." Grumbled Victoria, clearly annoyed. "You doubt my efficiency or what?" Said the blonde turning her head to Courtney.

Victoria Chase disliked plenty of things. People doubting her prowess was one of them. As a protest, she gifted the Brunette a purse of her lips.

"Absolutely not, Vicky Vic." Courtney corrected her previous comment. "How did the summer go?" Continued the girl, trying now to draw the attention to her friend, and not to herself.

Victoria raised her eyebrows looking at her friend. "Courtney, we've spent the summer together…"

"I know! But I mean, like, the trip and everything." Corrected herself Courtney again. She was starting to get nervous because of her apparently clumsy efforts to catch up with Victoria.

"Paris was lovely." Sighed Victoria, clearly showing she missed the city. "I'll tell you all the details at dinner."

Courtney nodded shortly and didn't say anything out loud. If Victoria said she'd tell them later, it'd be better to wait. Everyone knew the Queen didn't like to repeat things. The Brunette let her eyes wander through the room and she noticed one box on Victoria's desk.

"Vicky, you forgot this one. Let me help." Said with a smile.

She probably thought it was a good idea, but it wasn't. The laws of physics and gravity suddenly ceased to exist when Victoria saw her friend's hands dangerously close to the box. The blonde jumped from the bed and blocked Courtney, like she'd been secretly training with the Big Foots for this moment. Both girls fell to the floor.

"Why would you?!" Cried Courtney. She rubbed the back of her head due to the collision.

"No. I-I, no. You know? I was just…practicing."

"Practicing for what!?"

"You wouldn't get it. I, huh… Sorry." Replied Victoria lending a hand to her minion so she could stand up. "Let's get out of here."

Victoria just wanted to get Courtney away from that box. She thought it was a good idea to organize all her things first and leave the content of the box for the end. If only people found out she liked Lana del Rey and the Arctic Monkeys…. Besides, there was more in that box that was worse than some indie albums, like the lesbian porn she bought. Only for educational purposes. She felt immediately attracted to some terribly great puns, such as Womb Raider (starring Cara Loft!), Sluts and the City or Dyke Hard. She was just… curious about it, although the things she saw later on when she watched the movies will always haunt her. What an epic fail. But anyway, she wasn't willing to explain it to anyone else. Victoria drove all the way to Portland wearing a tracksuit and a wig to buy them so no one could recognize her. She wasn't going to let all her efforts to keep it a secret be ruined in a second. Worst of all, she kept all the shots she took from Paris with the instant camera. After all she has bitched and moaned about hipsters, she wasn't going to be caught with such an archaic and unrefined piece of technology.

Courtney was still annoyed by Victoria's reaction, but she followed her out of the room. A small girl came out of the toilets and stared at them. Who was she? She must've been new here cause Victoria knew every sorry bottom feeder stripling here in Blackwell.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Max. I-I'm new here. I come from Seattle."

Victoria checked the girl. Twice. First thing she noticed was her obvious hipster outfit. Jeans and a tee with a triangle print? Stunk like hipster. Victoria could bet her leg this girl listened to Lana del Rey. Well, so did she, but that wasn't the point.

Max blushed under the blazing glare the blonde fixed her with; fuck, the sun outside was hot as hell but she might as well have been a squirming ant being fried under a magnifying glass right now. Victoria noticed her face was full of freckles. The pinky tone of Max's face emphasized the freckles she has on her cheeks, and Victoria unconsciously started to count them. 25 on her cheeks and nose, and a small one above her upper lip, but she wasn't sure about that last one cause it looked like a chocolate spot, so it might've been either 25 or 26. Victoria would have to get closer to check the total amount of freckles she had, but that wouldn't be acceptable. Filthy fucking peasants.

Courtney elbowed Victoria and she finally snapped out of her calculus, immediately hating those 25 or 26 damn cute freckles…. Lame. Lame freckles, not cute. Victoria stared at her with her breathing becoming heavier. Yes, she already hated this girl and her 25 or 26 cute freckles. No, no. Lame! Lame freckles! Victoria's mind corrected itself, trying to hide the fact that she actually checked Max out.

"I'm Victoria, and I'm the Queen of this place. Keep that in mind." She stated in an angry tone.

"Okay…" Muttered Max rubbing her neck.

She was probably confused by Victoria's aggressive comment, but she didn't say anything about it. She pointed to her chest and then to the room in front of Victoria's one, like she didn't know neither what to do or say. Was that her room? Was she trying to invite them? To indicate she wanted to go there? What an awkward girl.

Victoria tilted her head like cats did when they didn't understand what was going on. Max probably thought she didn't want to embarrass herself more and she rushed to the door. Victoria's eyes involuntarily dropped to her booty as the little girl walked passed them. She stared at her figure until Max got into her room without noticing Courtney was looking at her with an amused expression.

"Were you just che…"

"Shut up!" Interrupted Victoria before Courtney could finish the sentence. She wasn't looking at anything! She was just… analyzing Max's style.

They resumed their walk and approached Taylor's room, hearing then music coming from the inside. Victoria didn't bother knocking, she just threw it open and strode in (as any rightful Queen should've); but once inside, the… 'surprise', to the say the least, was big enough to make her jaw drop to the floor. Taylor, loyal sycophant Taylor was facing the window and singing out loud with a broomstick as a microphone.

"OOOOoooooh, oh your hair is beautifuuuuul, oooooooh tonIIIIIght…. ATOMIC!"

She was mangling the song so hard Victoria and Courtney covered their ears with their hands. The only sound Victoria could relate Taylor's frenzied shrieking to was the dreadful wail of a Banshee. Was she trying to wake Cthulhu from the twisted depths of the ocean? Taylor the Banshee Cultist. That was something to think about. In any case, Victoria needed to stop this before her eardrums exploded.

"Taylor! Just because you auditioned for The Voice doesn't mean you can sing at all! Oh my god!" Shouted Victoria.

Taylor screamed in surprise (quite a feat considering how she'd already been screeching like a rusty violin moments earlier) and dropped the broomstick, but the damage was done. They'd heard everything. She muttered something, but the sound got lost in the blaring notes of the song.

"Turn the music off!" Victoria shouted again.

"I can't hear you!" Said Taylor. She paused the music to hear what Victoria's saying.

"I said turn the music on" Shouted Victoria one more time with a hoarse voice even though Taylor had just turned the music off.

"Okay…" Said Taylor turned the music on again as Victoria ordered.

"No! Nooooo! I meant turn the music off!" Victoria shrieked, bordering on Blonde Banshee herself. She couldn't believe how stupid the situation was.

Taylor finally stopped the music with a quizzical look.

"If you wanted me to turn the music off, why did you asked me turn it on?"

"Oh là là." Victoria pronounced in a poor French accent.

"What does that mean?" Replied Taylor, even more puzzled.

"Taylor… Oh là là means Oh là là…" Stated Victoria still with the poor French accent. She could fool her friends, but she wasn't that good in languages.

"Oh la la. Okay. I thought it was something in French."

"Taylor! It is actually French… Wait. What were you doing listening to Blondie anyway?"

"I was looking for different shades of blonde to dye my hair tomorrow and I came across that song. Cool, isn't it?"

"Do you know anything at all about Debbie Harry?" Asked Victoria quirking her eyebrows.

"Who's that? Is that the new girl? Cause I heard there's a new girl that comes from Seattle."

"Taylor! Debbie Harry is Blondie! Oh my god… Her most famous song is 'One way or another'." Victoria was shocked. She wasn't a huge fan of oldie records, but everyone knew who Blondie was.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Victoria." Replied Taylor shrugging her shoulders.

"One waaay, or anotheeeer, I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna getyougetyougetyougetyou… Even I know that song, Tails!" Courtney sang to Taylor.

"I actually know that song! It's the song they play in Mean Girls when Cady is trying to show Aaron that Regina's cheating on him."

"It's pronounced Katie!" Exclaimed Courtney.

For them Mean Girls was religion, except for all that Calculus bullshit. Come to think of it, Victoria's patience as the length of this conversation went to infinity was quickly approaching big fat zero.

"The lights are on but there's no one home…" Victoria was shocked by what was going on. This whole conversation was beyond stupid. "Anyway. We have the table for 20:15 and we have to walk all the way there. Let's move."

The trio went out to a really fancy French restaurant in the snobbish part of Arcadia Bay, just 15 minutes away by foot from Blackwell. Really fancy meant really expensive, but none of them was actually paying for dinner. It was Victoria's father and the limitless American Express he gave to her precious girl who were paying. Who the hell said infinity didn't exist? One more reason why Calculus could suck it. Victoria gave her name at the entrance and the maître sat them down in their table. Once they got comfortable, the waiter arrived and handed the menu to them, causing Taylor to sigh at his figure.

"Bonsoir. I'll be your waiter tonight. What would you ladies like to drink?"

"Bonsoir, garçon. On voudrait une bouteille de Louis Roederer Cristal Rosé, s'il vous plaît." Said Victoria with her poor French accent.

Victoria knew the sentence by heart and just replaced the name of the beverage. She learnt it from her French for Dummies copy and tried to imitate the accent. She failed spectacularly, but no one would notice, of course.

The waiter raised his eyebrows in surprise, possibly because of the price of the bottle. 500 dollars. After all, it was one the best champagnes in the world. Victoria stared at the waiter for some uncomfortable seconds until he cleared his throat. As a reply, Victoria smacked her lips and took out the credit card, leaving it on the table and quirking her eyebrows at him. This was going to be his last day of work here, she promised to herself.

"Right away" He said looking at the credit card.

They stared at the menu while the waiter went to take the champagne. Victoria read it and quickly decided what she was going to have. She raised her eyes from the menu and saw Taylor and Courtney's concentrated faces. They were sweating bullets trying to understand the dishes like they were just one number away to discover the formula for turning water into wine. Fuck, they almost looked like that dorkass Warren whenever he was nose-deep in a Chemistry textbook.

"Leave it to me, girls. I'll order for the three of us." She bossily said to her friends.

The waiter arrived with the champagne and proceeded to open the bottle. Victoria saw the opportunity of showing how great she was when it came to the language of love. Or more like how great she was when it came to everything.

"Alors, c'est quoi la garniture du boeuf bourguignon?"

"I'm so sorry ma'am… I can't speak French at all."

Victoria pursed hers lips. This waiter was a disaster. She'd definitely tell her father about how horrible the service was here. Or maybe not. She didn't want him to check the bill and see they ordered champagne even though they were only 18.

"The boeuf bourguignon… What do you serve it with?"

"With potatoes, ma'am."

"You're a potato." She didn't say that of course.

"Okay. We will all have that."

They finished the first bottle of champagne before the dinner was on the table, and by the time they had the Boeuf Bourguignon in front of them they had almost finished the second bottle of champagne. Victoria looked at the dish and felt satisfied of her choice. She would never admit this, but she knew that dish very well because she saw it in the movie Julie and Julia, with Meryl Streep. The secret, arcane recipe for creating such a decadent combination of cow carcass and vegetable was supposedly enclosed in the book, 'Mastering the Art of French Cooking' - but she never got to read it anyway.

At home there was always someone willing to cook for her, therefore Victoria couldn't even fry an egg without yelling when the oil got too hot and started spiting all over the cooktop. In fact, she tried to make some fries when she came home completely smashed one night last summer, but it turned out to be a really bad idea.

Victoria thought the sound the potatoes were making when frying them was really sad because it felt like they were crying in pain, so she started crying too. She spent some good 30 minutes crying on the kitchen's floor until one of the house servants found her and got her to talk about what was going on between sobs and hiccups. Victoria acted like she didn't remember anything the next morning due to the alcohol she drank, but she certainly did.

Anyone could tell the three girls were a little bit tipsy, because instead of bringing their forks to their mouths they were leaning their heads closer to their forks to take a bite of the food, slowly chewing it once in their mouths. Courtney kept nodding the whole time they were eating, like she was constantly approving the taste of the food, while Taylor filled her mouth with food until she had no more space inside, chewing like a cow with her eyes closed.

Victoria was chewing like she had a secret, and she had a secret indeed. She was looking at her glass of champagne and thinking of Max and her 25 or 26 freckles, because there were exactly 25 or 26 bubbles in the golden liquid. Victoria thought how much she needed to get close to that sad expression the tiny new girl had as a face and recount those damn freckles to finally know whether she had 26 or if that last one was a chocolate spot.

"Soooo…" Started Courtney, still nodding.

"So what?" Said Victoria, still with her eyes narrowed like she had a secret, which she had indeed.

"Sooo… " Retried Courtney.

Taylor burst into laughter and almost spat out some food. She covered her mouth with one hand before she could embarrass herself further. God knew that girl had done enough today.

"Sooo… How was… Paris?" Finally managed to say Courtney, still nodding.

They probably looked a little bit tipsy, but they were actually loaded after the second bottle of champagne.

"Paris… Paris… You know. It was Paris." Victoria said rocking her body.

Taylor burst into laughter again, snorting loudly.

Victoria cleared her throat and focused on the conversation. They hadn't drank that much; it was just a matter of concentration to talk.

"Paris was… Too amazing for this life, you know? We visited all the greatest monuments; la Tour Eiffel, l'Arc de Triomphe, le Sacré-Coeur, le Moulin Rouge, Notre Dame, les Invalides, Versailles…. I saw all the nice things, you know? And, and, and… And I had a coffee in Le Café des Deux Moulins. That was awesome." The poor French accent was back, and it was worse than before because of the alcohol.

Between all the choppily-strung together "eee's" and "on's", a bystander might have thought some cheeky asshole had dragged a donkey into the restaurant.

"Le café de dull mulleins… What makes a place with boring flowers an awesome place? I don't understand." Asked Courtney genuinely confused.

"What the… I didn't say dull mulleins, I said Deux Moulins! That means Two Windmills. You haven't seen the film Amélie or what?"

"Is that on Netflix?" Asked Taylor.

"Forget about it… So yeah, it was a lovely trip. I took a bunch of photos with the inst-AAAhh." Victoria almost forgot she has to keep up her hate for hipster hobbies. "Instrument for taking photos."

"You mean the camera?" Helped Taylor.

"Yes. Yes. The camera. I lost the word for a second." That was close. "And we went to Disney Land the last two days of the trip."

"YOU WENT TO DISNEY LAND?!" Courtney yelled.

"What? Ah… Yes. We went to Disney Land. But only because, you know, my mom wanted to go, so my dad and I agreed because, well, she was like super excited about it. But it was super boring."

"It sounds super fun. I wish I could go to Disney Land Paris." Courtney sighed.

Victoria and her family actually went to Disney Land because of Victoria. They were supposed to leave France that night, but she got so annoying her father had to book two rooms in the park's hotel and change the flight tickets. If only people found out she pushed a little kid away by pulling from her ponytail to be the first one in getting a photo with Cinderella… Those photos with the Disney Princesses are now saved in the depths of her Macbook's hard disk protected with an 18 character long password. She'd rather have her eyebrows burnt than letting the world know she was more excited about seeing her favorite princesses than those little kids.

"Right. Anyway. I got you two a little something."

"Really!? What is it?!" Asked Taylor all excited.

"Okay, let me explain. Court, you and I go to French classes together, so I got you this." Victoria took a book out of her purse and handled it to her friend.

"It's a copy of The Little Prince in French. By now you should know we are supposed to read it this year because it's easy to understand, but we've been friends for a long time and I know you haven't checked the course program yet. It's a philosophical critique of life and human nature written with the approach of a tale for children. Because I love you so much, I've translated the prettiest quotes for you, but you have to read it, okay?"

"Victoria… Thank you. Will you help me understand it?"

"Of course I will, Court." Said Victoria with a genuine smile on her lips.

"Now it's your turn, Tails. I know you have so many problems in your life and you like to disconnect from them listening to relaxing music, so I got you this." Victoria took a CD out of her purse and handled it to Taylor.

"It's a CD with the songs you can hear in a true coffee shop in Paris. It features the best French singers ever, and the tunes will take you directly to the Paris before Word War II. Whenever you feel like you need to forget about everything, play this CD and think about a France full of cabarets and poetry. Because I love you so much too, I'll translate the lyrics of the most beautiful songs for you to understand them if you want."

"Wow, Victoria… Thank you so much. I'll play it tonight to help me fall asleep."

"Okay, okay. Enough of this sentimental stuff. Let's make a toast." Said Victoria raising her glass of champagne.

"To a year full of amazing experiences with you girls."

The three of them toasted their glasses and enjoyed the rest of their dinner happily chatting about everything they expected for the year.

First week of classes wasn't as bad as Victoria thought it would be. Before applying to Blackwell's photography program she knew Mark Jefferson was the one in charge of Language of Photography, and she was craving to learn from him. She also let her inner Hermione Granger out and scarfed down all the books she had before the very first class. Victoria has always been fond of photography, and she had her favorite artists, so it was gratifying for her to be in this program.

It wasn't as bad as she thought, but there was this one thing that was making Victoria lose it. Shaped in a human form with lame freckles all over her face, as Victoria repeated to herself like a mantra since they first met in the dorms hallway. 'Max Caulfield has lame and not cute freckles all over her face.'

She repeated it 26 times whenever she caught herself thinking about Max's face. One for each freckle Max has on her face, because yes, she finally got to recount those damn freckles and the one she has above her lip wasn't a chocolate spot. Victoria didn't know how Kate Marsh could deal with doing this everyday. Several times.

Caulfield stunk like hipster, and she wasn't wrong about that. She'd been using a bloody Polaroid to take photos instead of a proper camera. How did she afford taking so many shots with that vintage piece of shit? The model she used wasn't even one of the best ones.

Victoria wouldn't have complained so much if she'd been using another Polaroid, but no, she used the shittiest model. Thank God she didn't have the Barbie one. Or even worse, the Spice Girl's model. The blonde cursed all the deities she knew for recalling the Spice Girls, as she spent the rest of the day angrily singing in a loop 'If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends!'

Also, new films for Polaroids cost like, 20$ a packet of 8, and she'd been taking way more than 8 shots a day. Moreover, the blonde cringed every time she saw Max shaking the films.

She might've been good at choosing the target for her photos, but shaking the film was such a noob mistake she just wanted to step out of her hiding place and yell her to stop. Original films needed to be shaken to help them dry, but with the current films you could ruin the photo by doing it, as they got dry behind the plastic window that came with the negative, so it never touched the air.

Yes, Victoria knew because she'd been furtively observing her. But only because she wanted to know her secret. Jefferson had been praising her 'undeniable talent for photography', and she seemed to have all his attention. That was unacceptable for Victoria. The blonde just wanted some recognition because she was the Queen. And because she's been working really hard to improve her shots and all she got was a few compliments about her style, not her photos.

The weekend came, and Victoria was supposed to go to a Vortex Club soirée because she was one of the leaders, but she didn't really feel like it. She was just too tired.

After spending the summer with Courtney and Taylor in her family's house in LA she wasn't used to her new schedule. Classes started at 10 am, but there was a new routine to get used to, so the first weekend she felt kind of smashed. Not that she spent those 48 hours locked in her room. She obviously went out for a coffee with the rest of the Vortex Club members to catch up with them, and they obviously made her promise to go out the following weekend.

She felt temped to stay after the coffee, but she finally went back to the dorms to get some rest as she figured they'd have the whole year to party like animals. Not that… she herself was an animal. Of course not. Royalty didn't associate itself with common beasts.

Victoria had plenty of things to deal with, and she couldn't forget she was in Blackwell to learn as much as possible about photography, so she had her priorities. That weekend she decided to go to bed early and make the most of her spare time.

On Sunday, Victoria woke up at a decent hour and went out to the lighthouse so she could take some shots and get used to her new camera. She chose a Nikon D300s because she thought it would be useful, as well as necessary, to have a professional camera. That turned out to be a wise move, but learning every tiny detail of this camera was a royal pain in the ass. What actually surprised Victoria was that nowadays photography had a lot of editing to it.

Of course you had to take the photo as polished as you can, controlling the aspects with the camera's body, but it was as important as taking the photo the later edition. You need to spot the perfect angle after choosing your target, and then adjust the parameters for the aperture of the camera's diaphragm, the shutter speed and the ISO, otherwise the photo would be trash. Trash, like that… Trashfield and her… trashy shaken Polaroids and… fucking cute- lame! 26! Trashy! Freckles!

FOCUS!

She snapped herself out of that.

That was a hell of a challenge, but polishing it to make it perfect with Photoshop was something each and every amateur photographer shouldn't take lightly.

Victoria went to the lighthouse to improve her landscape shots, because she was more a portrait kind of shots photographer. She liked to capture the feelings you could see in someone else's eyes. The blonde liked to give strength to her photos by taking them in black and white. It really helped to convey the feelings she wanted to show in her shots.

She'd been so focused on improving her portraits she forgot to work on her landscape shots, so there she was trying to fix that little problem. After spending 4 hours taking photos, Victoria's camera (and body) was running out of battery, and she decided it was time to go back home and have some rest. She drove back to Blackwell and parked her discreet car, a convertible Audi, in the parking lot. Once inside the building, she saw again the face with 26 freckles that gives her major headaches only by breathing in the same space as she did.

"Hi Victoria!" Said Max shyly.

She just got out of Dana's room, probably because she was her new slave. There was no way she'd befriended someone like Dana.

Victoria tried to say hi to the girl, but instead she let out a grunt. The blonde could read the other girl's 'What a B!' inner comment written on her face. She didn't give it a second thought anyway. She got into her room and closed the door behind her, ready to call it a day, and therefore, to call it a week. And what a first week…

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