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Chapter Two: My Dream Girl

Day 7

Victoria's POV - Victoria's Room – 6:59 pm

I sprawl out on my bed lethargically while Taylor and Courtney sit on my couch. They keep whispering to one another and glancing over at me every once in a while.

They aren't being subtle at all, I can tell they are talking about me. It's not like I blame them.

I narrow my eyes at them.

What are they conspiring about? I've had enough of this.

"Alright, what's going on?" I ask suspiciously as I sit up to get a better look at them. They smile at me innocently, "Nothing."

I raise an eyebrow skeptically at them.

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

They both go quiet. After a few meaningful looks and non-verbal gestures, they both seem to agree on something. Taylor clears her throat and tentatively asks, "Victoria, are you ok?"

This question takes me by surprise, my eyes widening a bit at the question. I try to keep my expression stoic, however I can't help the fact that my heart is racing in my chest.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I question, trying to sound confident and assured with limited success.

They look at each other again, then Courtney speaks hesitantly, "Well… we seem to have had a lot of these pizza met ups recently. It seems a bit… strange. I thought you didn't like p-"

"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH RIGHT NOW COURTNEY! I AM VICTORIA FUCKING CHASE! I CAN DO WHAT I LIKE, WITHOUT HAVING TO BE QUESTIONED!" I interrupt quickly, causing them to exchange confused glances.

After a moments silence Courtney shrugs, "Sure, I guess… sorry."

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound of knocking eases the tense atmosphere.

"I'll get it," I say as I jump up from the bed.

Taylor raises an eyebrow, looking perplexed, "Uh… ok."

I have to physically stop myself from running to the door. I can feel the beginnings of a smile forming on my face as I get ever closer. Before I open the door I compose myself, putting on a disinterested expression, one that doesn't mirror how I'm feeling inside. I pull on the handle and the door opens to reveal the girl from last week. When she sees me, she hangs her head in preparation for the barrage of insults. It's enough for me to soften my tone and snide remarks.

"Oh, it's you again. Can't they send me someone competent?" I sigh, my voice wavering a bit.

She rubs the back of her neck, looking apologetic, "I… I don't really get the choice where I go. S-sorry."

After seeing how resigned she looks, I can't bring myself to make any of the taunting comments, instead I just lean against the door frame with my arms crossed.

"Whatever," I mutter, biting my tongue to prevent any snide remarks from escaping me.

The girl seems shocked by the lack of insults, her eyebrows shooting up for a moment. Her shoulders become less hunched over and she stands straighter as she hands me the box. I take it from her without saying another word, managing to sneak a glance at her out of the corner of my eye. Every time I order, which has been pretty much every day since the first time last week, I try to count the freckles on her face. There always seem to be more.

I wonder where else she has them…

"Uh…" the soft questioning sound brings me back to my senses. When my eyes focus back on reality, I am met by her puzzled expression. Her blue eyes stare intently at me, filled with confusion and her cheeks are very slightly pink.

Shit. She caught me staring.

She clears her throat and mumbles, "S-so that's $16."

I scoff, trying to hide the blush I can feel forming on my cheeks with my hand, "At least you're learning," I comment as I hand over $20.

She nervously reaches into her change purse. I can see the fear in her eyes as she digs around, then she holds out her hand looking proud that she hasn't dropped it this time. I reach out, grab a hold of the change and slowly move my hand along hers, brushing it lightly yet firm enough for her to feel it. The contact makes her blush deepen, her eyes locking onto mine for a brief second.

"Um…"

I take my hand away and ask in a husky tone, "What are you still standing there for?"

The girl rubs the back of her neck awkwardly then nods.

"R-right," she stutters as she walks away, glancing behind her every so often with a perplexed expression.

Confusion makes her look even more appealing. How I would love to see the confusion in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks if I suddenly pinned her against the wall and took her, right then and there…

"Are you coming inside or are you just going to stand there? The pizza is getting cold," Taylor calls from inside my room. I shake my head, taking a deep breath and close the door, not before taking one last look as the girl leaves the dorm building.

"God, stop getting on my case," I angrily grumble. I sit back down on my bed and place the pizza box in Taylor's lap. Both she and Courtney give me a suspicious look, Taylor raising her eyebrows at me and Courtney crossing her arms.

Oh god, here we go. Interrogation time.

"Ok, you've been acting so strange over the past week," Taylor states confidently, her intense gaze unwavering.

Damn it. They've blocked my escape. If push comes to shove…

I steel myself, trying to come across as assured as possible, "Don't… don't be ridiculous."

"She's not," Courtney pitches in swiftly. I glare at her in response, which causes her to falter and recoil.

No-one can stare down a Chase. No-one would even dare.

"Look, you've been insisting we have these pizza sessions every day for the past week," Taylor continues, unwilling to drop this.

I cross my arms and look away, my jaw jutting out, "So?"

Courtney seems to have gained the courage to speak again. She looks a bit scared, her voice wavering as she says, "So, you don't usually do that."

She glances over at Taylor who nods in agreement.

Shit, that does look a bit suspicious. Come on. Think of an excuse…got it.

I casually stroke my chin, refusing to meet their eyes in case I give something away, "Maybe I just wanted to spend more time with you guys."

Taylor appears unimpressed and unconvinced. She shakes her head and sighs deeply, "And maybe that is bullshit. Seriously, what's up?"

"We're really worried about you," Courtney adds hesitantly, "you've been walking around in a weird trance like state all week, as well as just acting strange in general."

I search my brain to try and think of an excuse, but give up.

It looks like I have little choice.

I sigh and look at them earnestly.

"Look, I'm fine, ok. I… I can't tell you what's going on yet. It's not bad though."

"Thank god," Taylor exhales, brushing her long blonde fringe off of her face.

Now I feel really stupid for making them worry. I'm not used to people really caring about me.

"Were you really worried?" I ask uncertainly.

"Yeah, we really were," Courtney asserts.

I rub the back of my neck and mumble, "Sorry."

Taylor waves away my apology with her hand and smiles, "No need to apologize, as long as we know you're ok."

"I'll tell you guys more later, I promise. It's kind of embarrassing," I sigh.

Taylor finishes off her slice, licking her fingers and then grins, "You'd better."

Courtney beams as well, "Or we'll force it out of you. We can be pretty scary as a team."

We all burst out laughing, the once tense atmosphere dissipating within seconds.

"Besides, I don't think you can get any more embarrassing than Courtney's little escapade last month," Taylor quips, to which Courtney responds by shoving her.

"Hey, I thought we promised we wouldn't talk about that anymore," she whispers shyly.

"Maybe Vic did, but I sure as hell didn't," Taylor grins. She glances down at her phone, then back up at me, "Anyway, we'd better get going. It's getting late."

She grabs Courtney by the wrist and pulls her towards the door, "Remember, we'll hunt you down and drag it out of you if you hide from us."

"I'll hold you to it," I whisper as they walk down the corridor.

Day 8

1:00 am

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

I groan and lift my head from my pillow, my bleary eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness. Thin slivers of moonlight seep through the blinds covering my window, casting line on the floor. I can see the vague outlines of the three full length pictures of myself on the wall. I glance over to my door, rubbing at my tired eyes.

"Mmmm… who is that?"

I roll over and fumble around for my phone, nearly knocking over everything else sat on the small bedside table. I manage to feel around for it and look at the screen, moaning when I see the time.

Seriously. Who fucking knocks at 1 am? Maybe I should just ignore them. They'll probably go away.

I lay my head back down on my pillow and close my eyes.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

So much for that plan.

"Ok, I'm coming," I sigh, "Wait a fucking minute."

I slowly get out of bed, wincing as the cold air hits my exposed skin. I sleepily stumble over to the door and yank it open.

"What do…?" I begin to say, but freeze when I see who is stood there in the corridor.

What the…?

I stare on in silence as a girl with mid-length brown hair and piercing blue eyes smiles sheepishly at me. I nearly didn't recognize her without the uniform. It's the pizza delivery girl.

How the hell did she get in here?

I can't believe my eyes. I finally compose myself and manage to choke out, "What are you doing here?"

She looks relieved when she sees me, "Oh good, I got the right door. I was worried there for a minute that I-"

I squint at her, subtly implying that she is rambling too much.

She nervously rubs the back of her neck, "Uh… right, sorry," she apologizes, "I'll get to the point."

She suddenly takes a keen interest in her shoes, "I… I have something I want t-to talk to you about," she stammers.

I raise an eyebrow and look at her in amusement, "At 1 am in the morning?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as I say this and she immediately glances down at her watch, "Oh shit sorry. I… I didn't realize. I just got off my shift and I… I'd better just go."

She turns to leave, but I grab her arm tight and pull her into my room. If this wasn't already shocking enough to her, I pin her against the wall and lean in close.

"I don't think so," I whisper, causing her to blush profusely and lick her lips. I smirk at her embarrassment.

This is so much better than any situation I could have imagined in my head and I've thought up a few.

Her lips are parted further than usual as I press my body into hers, noticing that I have at least a few inches on her. She swallows hard and looks away shyly. I take her chin and tilt her head to make her look me directly in the eye. I see the uncertainty again, the look that drives me wild. Her chest begins to rise and fall more frequently.

"Ask away," I purr as I gently run my hand up her arm, causing her to shudder.

She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving mine for a second, "I… I think my question may have already been answered," she breathes as her body tenses up at my touch.

"Oh… really?" I coax teasingly.

"Yeah," she utters under her breath, her voice quivering.

I press my body closer to hers, whispering into her ear, "And do you… approve of the answer?"

She bites her lip, a deep blush on her cheeks, "Y-yeah."

I pull her fiercely towards me and capture her lips the second the words exit her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock, but she doesn't run away, instead standing there in a daze as I kiss her hard.

She's probably never done anything like this before. Sweet.

After a moment, she tentatively begins to copy my actions. A very slight moan passes from her lips as I pull at her bottom lip and gently press my knee against her thigh. Her entire body trembles under my touch. After a few moments I pull away just as quickly as I had pounced on her.

"So, how did you like your… tip?" I pant lightly.

She takes a deep shuddery breath, her cheeks on fire, "I… I really liked it."

I smirk playfully at her, tracing my finger along her collar bone, "Well, there is plenty more where that came from."

I pull her away from the wall and kiss her until she the back of her legs hit my bed. I gently push her down onto it and straddle her. If I thought she was blushing before, that is nothing compared to now. I lean down, inches away from her lips and whisper, "Shall I give you a bigger tip? I think you deserve it for getting here so… punctually."

The girl looks up at me, her doe-like blue eyes glistening with desire, "I… I'd like that," she breaths against my skin, the warm air making my body tremble.

I gaze at her with an almost predatory look, my lip quirking upwards into a grin, "Order up."

I place my lips on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along it. A slight moan passes from her lips and fills the air as she moves her head back to allow me more access. I gently bite down on the exposed skin, testing the waters. When the girl hums in approval, placing her hands under my shirt and gently raking her short nails down my back, I bite harder. She squirms under me, writhing in pleasure.

It appears that I have found a sweet spot. I'll have to remember that for later.

I pull away and inspect my handiwork, much to her protest. Several large red marks are beginning to form on her neck. Satisfied, I take the hem of her shirt and begin to tug at it. She takes the hint and lifts her arms above her head, arching her back a bit to help me ease it off her. The extra friction caused by her movement sends a wave of pleasure through my body. She nervously grabs my top and with shaking hands and removes it, throwing it onto the pile of clothes accumulating on my floor. My eyes roam over her porcelain skin, and I smile when I see more freckles lining her stomach, too many to determine the number at a mere glance.

I shall have to count them thoroughly… but that is a task for later.

I loop my arms around her, undoing her bra strap with ease and throwing it to the floor. I take a moment to memorize every contour and inconsistency, to emblazon this image in my mind, before placing a kiss on her flushed sternum.

Let's experiment here.

I kneed her breast lightly with my palms, which elicits a content sigh from her. I place my lips to her newly exposed skin, working my way down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. I pop the button and grab the zipper with my teeth, undoing it down excruciatingly slowly. I can hear the blood rushing to my ears as I pull down her jeans, exposing blue and white spotty underwear. I look up at her, my eyes sparkling with amusement, "Nice underwear."

She bites her lip and blushes, "I… I didn't have time to-," her words are cut off when I place my lips on the inside of her thigh.

"You won't be wearing them for long anyway," I breathe against her skin. My fingers expertly slide under the fabric of her underwear, causing her to tremble. I don't give her the sweet release she desires straight away. I take my time, mercilessly teasing her with the promise of more.

"D-don't tease."

She looks down at me through half-lidded eyes, beads of sweat beginning to form on her brow glistening in the dim moonlight. Desperation fills her soft blue eyes, pleading with me to release her from this unbearable limbo. The corners of my mouth turn upwards into a teasing smile.

"Beg."

She swallows, her voice coming out half-strangled, "P-please…," my finger goes closer to where she wants it, making her move closer and moan loudly this time. I briefly consider how thin the walls are in the dorm rooms.

No doubt a few people will hear this, not that I cared. Let them hear.

"I didn't quite hear you," I say as I recoil my hand a bit, causing her to whimper, "Please… please f-"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The insistent high-pitched tone rings through the air, causing my bleary eyes to open abruptly. I lift my head slowly from my pillow and look around for the source. I reach over and turn off the alarm on my phone, blissful silence once again filling the room.

Where am I?

I look around and see my glow-in-the-dark Bluberry figure sitting on my desk, a sure indication that I'm in my dorm room. I turn over to face the wall, curling up in my duvet. My eyes open abruptly.

Wait. Where is she?

It only takes a moment for realization to hit me. I groan, placing a hand over my eyes.

Of course it was a fucking dream. That lame hipster wouldn't have the balls to come over here, let alone do any of that stuff.

I let out a deep sigh and glance at my phone. The time is 7 am. I lay there staring up at the ceiling and try to shake the vivid images of my dream from my mind.

"What is wrong with me?" I whine.

I have to do something about this. She is driving me crazy.

I look over to my laptop and decisively sit up.

"Right, time for some expert stalking."

8:00 am

An hour later, I have come up with a name.

Max Caulfield.

I browse her photos, mostly selfies, pictures of animals and shots of the grungy areas in Arcadia Bay.

God, she is such a hipster… but her shots aren't that bad I guess.

I stop on one of a small tawny doe drinking from a pool of water in a forest clearing. The way the sun glistens on the surface of the water and casts the area in an orangey haze makes it look almost magical. As I scroll down, I come across a picture of her with a blue-haired girl. The girl has her arm firmly wrapped around Max's shoulder and is grinning mischievously.

Who is that? Is she Max's friend or…? Victoria Chase, are you jealous of this punk skank? You are ten times better than her. Even if she and Max are, whatever, you can beat her.

My eyes widen in sudden recognition as I examine the picture closer.

Wait… is that Price?

I've seen Chloe Price hanging around campus with Rachel. She used to come to Blackwell before getting kicked out, probably because she was flunking, not that it deterred her from skulking around the girl's dorm, Rachel's room in particular.

She and Rachel are probably banging, it would make sense.

Rachel and Chloe take every opportunity to piss me off. If they're friends with Max, then this would make everything much more complicated.

"Great… that's just perfect," I scoff as I lean back in my chair. I stare at the photo again, more accurately at Max.

She looks so happy here. I've never seen her smile like that. Maybe I could…

I stare over at my printer on my desk, then shake my head.

No, Victoria. That would be weird. Besides, Price is in it as well. You don't want to waste your ink on her.

I look back at the photo on the screen, my face scrunching up.

"Why is she so fucking hot? It's infuriating," I grumble as I place my head in my hands.

Get a grip. You are not going to win her over like this. I need a plan… think.

An idea enters my head.

Ok, I've got it. This can't fail.

Oh poor Victoria. She is thirsty AF. In every story I write she ends up doing embarrassing things or is pranked. I feel like I owe some good situations…maybe soon.