They weren't enemies... they definitely weren't enemies. It was reassuring to a certain short-haired posh blond girl knowing they didn't hate each other. But truth be told - she sometimes missed it. She missed how the doe-eyed fawn would look away in submission or distaste as Victoria spat verbal diarrhoea at her. But now, they passed each other in the hall with a slight wave. Nothing more, nothing less. They occasionally had a conversation or two, but Max was always occupied with a certain blue-haired dropout. Victoria and the anime character rip-off never got along. It didn't help that as Victoria put it, she "hogged the doe."
I guess I just want her attention. The posh girl thought to herself, cleaning her new camera lens. Can't believe the fucking thing is scratched already. She really wanted to take a picture of the sunset during the golden hour tonight... malheureusement, "ma rêve était détruit." Sometimes she thought the French was pretentious.
Glancing out the window she saw the snow covered campus under the night lamps that lit up what was now what she called home. She observed the small snowflakes in the wind being picked up off the ground, the moon high in the sky, the stars clear as ever, and lamps giving off a warming orange glow on the glistening ground. She would've loved to take a picture of it... if only she had a model. "Another time" she convinced herself. She finished cleaning the lens as best she could before setting it down and sighing. Her mined raced back to the freckled, eye shadow wearing, brunette. She glanced back out the window, seeing Max and and the Devil walking towards the dorms slowly. She let another sigh escape from its chamber. It's as if every time she saw the Max and that manipulative manga-cutout that pangs of jealousy escaped from its imprisonment.
At least when they were enemies, they had a little bit of chemistry. Victoria enjoyed (albeit guiltily) seeing her power over her. She would do anything to have that back... but not power her out of fear. But another feeling that she did her best to hold back. She kept those feelings locked in a padded room in a straight jacket within her own mind; swearing she would never let them out. But with reluctance, jailbreak ensued and she accepted them and they were out and free, they took her thoughts over and are now the backseat driver. She loathed herself for it.
She knew looking back out the window would hurt her more but she couldn't help herself. She looked out and saw the blue-haired devil Lucy herself pull her fawn-like angel into her arms. Quickly shutting the blinds she leaned on her back thinking to herself. Damn. I'm pathetic.
A/N: I know it was short. This might just be a small one-shot but I might continue. I also have much larger plans for another LiS fanfiction.