Max ran into Kate on her way to Mr. Jefferson's photography class which was, thankfully, the last of the day. "Kate! We need to schedule another tea date soon," Max said, strolling up alongside her classmate as they made their way down the hallway.
"That would be great, Max. Wednesday work for you?"
Max nodded in agreement and gave Kate a huge smile.
"You look happy, Max. Anything going on I should know about?", Kate asked slyly, softly bumping her shoulder against Max's.
"Oh! Uh, yeah. Reconnecting with an old friend over the past few days."
"That's great! We should always strive to maintain our relationships. They're the bedrock to happiness."
Max couldn't help but look away in shame for a second at Kate's words. I wonder how long it'll be before I just get past this. I imagine... more time with Chloe will help. Yes. Lots more time.
They both got to Mr. Jefferson's classroom a few minutes early and placed their homework assignments on the front desk's inbox. Max noticed Victoria watching her like a hawk but refused to give her the satisfaction of reciprocating any notice. Nevertheless, she did see a small smile form on Victoria's face after dropping off her and Rachel's folders.
Kate and Max took their usual spots at the back of the classroom and continued their conversation while they waited for class to begin.
"I think Victoria's being stranger than usual," Kate quietly observed. "She's been watching us pretty closely since we came in."
"Don't mind her," Max answered with a roll of her eyes. "She's probably just jealous that we're too awesome to give a shit about her petty drama."
"Everyone, please, take your seats," Mark ordered as he strode into the room, exuding his usual air of confident non-nonchalance. "We have a long lesson today and can't afford to waste any time."
Immediately the class reformed, students shuffling about to take their positions and conversations coming quickly to a close. "Today we are going to be discussing the history of the photograph-boring, I know, but must be done. I do hope you all finished your assigned readings," he paused, scanning the room for any guilty faces. "Now, can anyone tell me name of the world's oldest photographic technique?"
"That would be heliography," Victoria quickly answered.
And so the lecture went for at least thirty minutes. Max noted that while Mark was very cool, he also had a penchant for grandstanding. Still, his photography was the "real deal" and thus commanded no small amount of attention and respect from the students. As much as Max knew she should focus, the prospect of what awaited after the lesson nagged incessantly at her imagination. Just a bit longer until amazeballs hang out time with Che. I wonder what she's got in store for today? Honestly I wouldn't mind just more movie binging. The memory of yesterday's tickle session and how Chloe had playfully, yet somewhat forcefully, pinned her down and brought her face inches away wearing this ridiculous shit eating grin made Max start to blush a little. Kate shot Max an odd look, no doubt wondering what had become so distracting.
"Okay, everyone form up with a partner and use the last fifteen minutes of class to start working on your idea for your group assignment. I'll be going over your photos detailing compassion if you need me."
Max immediately paired with Kate, dropping her things at Kate's desk without even bothering to ask if they wanted to partner up. I suppose this would've been a more difficult decision if Rachel was here. But after what I saw today, I think I might be a little safer academically with Kate as my partner. Kate beamed at Max, obviously happy to be chosen so quickly. They spent the next few minutes brainstorming ideas and coming up with a plan and a schedule. But Victoria's repeated glances at Mark continually distracted her. Jesus. So desperate, Victoria. You really need to take it down a notch, you're at, like eleven. I'm embarrassed for you, and that's saying something.
But everyone in the class had their attention broken when they heard Mark swear, somewhat loudly, under his breath. Max saw Victoria suppress a grin, immediately replaced by what was definitely a faux look of concern. Mark was staring at one of the photographs-it looked like he was on Rachel's folder. He set it aside, trading it for what seemed to be a handwritten letter. Wowsers, he is mad. I can see his fingers trembling from here. What the hell did Rachel put in her homework!?
"Everyone. Excuse me," Mark barked as he walked to the classroom door, opening it wide. "Something's come up that I have to deal with right away. Class is dismissed."
The majority of the class didn't need to be told twice. Some let loose a small "whoop" of excitement and bounded for the door, while others more lethargically gathered their things. Max exchanged worried glances with Kate, who simply shrugged with an honest look of confusion.
Victoria, for her part, wore the look of a cat that had just caught a small bird. What the fuck is she so pleased about? You'd think for someone so desperate to jump her teacher's bones she'd show a little more empathy. Something could be seriously wrong with Mr. Jefferson.
It wasn't until they were out in the hallway that Victoria stopped Max by swerving in front of her.
"I almost forgot! Thank you so much Max. You really helped a girl out today."
"What the hell is up with you, Victoria? I've never helped you."
Kate just stood there, worried expression moving back and forth from Max to Victoria.
"Oh but you have, Max." Victoria stepped in closer, intruding into Max's personal space in an uncomfortable way. "Kate, can you give Max and I a moment? We have something to discuss."
Max reluctantly nodded at Kate, dismissing her for the moment. Kate looked worried, but stepped back a few paces, and finally continued down the hallway.
Victoria returned her attention to Max, still standing far too close for comfort. "When Nathan said Rachel was planning to skip class today I almost freaked. After all, I needed to be sure, and the only way to do that was to gauge Mark's reaction. It wouldn't do if Rachel just turned in her assignment outside of class."
"Reaction? Reaction to what Victoria? What... what did you do?"
"It's like I said, Maxine. You don't know Rachel Amber. She even keeps secrets from that little punk princess of hers. Like Frank Bowers. Like Mark Jefferson."
"You can throw around all the dirty rumors you want, Victoria. It doesn't matter."
"You're right, for once. So I decided to get some proof. Lucky for me Nathan has such a hard on for Rachel. When I told him she was fucking Frank the poor boy nearly blew a gasket. Of course I didn't know for certain about Rachel and Frank. Just a suspicion. But low and behold? Next time Nathan re-ups from Frank he finds a rather incriminating photo and note, just right there on that drunken fool's table. Idiot."
Max could feel her head beginning to spin. Nathan in Rachel's room. Rachel high as a kite. Oh shit. Nathan could've slipped that photo and note in with Rachel's homework. If what Victoria says is true, then he might see it as some sort of sick revenge. And Mr. Jefferson's reaction... oh shit. I guess that means...
"But this, Victoria... this could cost Mr. Jefferson his job," Max hissed. "I know you don't want that."
"Astute as ever, Max," Victoria smirked. "That's why nobody but us is going to know."
"So. What," Max fumbled, "you telling me all this is just some sort of, of, victory lap? Fuck you! I could just go to Mark right now and tell him everything."
"Max. This took a lot of work and planning. You have to at least respect the artistry, right? Besides," Victoria laughed, "you're never going to tell anyone."
Max could feel a tug of worry in her mind at how confidently Victoria made her assertion. What... what does she have? She wouldn't say that without something to back it up.
Slowly, Victoria drew a photo from her purse and handed it to Max. "You can keep this copy," she chirped. "Max, are you aware of Blackwell's policy on underage drinking? Especially for those attending on scholarship? I do believe we have a zero tolerance policy."
Max gulped as she took in the contents of the photo. It was of her and Chloe, in the concrete shack, from Sunday. The photo caught Max taking a rather strong pull from the bottle of gin. Her face already looked a tad flush. "You... You had me followed!?"
"I like to have my bases covered, Max," Victoria sighed, taking a moment to examine her nails. "Besides, what's the point of having minions if I can't order them around to do menial tasks? Like building collateral on lame wannabe hipsters?"
I'm so angry right now I can't even speak. God dammit. She might be bluffing on the zero tolerance policy... I'll have to research that. There's no way all those kids in that try hard "Vortex Club" aren't drunk off their asses every weekend. Then again, all those kids have rich parents pouring money into Blackwell.
Collecting herself, Max summarized "So, you did all this, just because you were jealous of Rachel sleeping with Mr. Jefferson, and wanted a shot at him for yourself."
Victoria let out a "hmmpf" in response.
"You are truly one of a kind, Victoria," Max said with disbelief before she turned away, and started down the hall.
"I gave you a chance, Maxine. Remember that!"
Max rushed down Blackwell's halls, adrenaline pumping after her confrontation with Victoria. She was moments from escaping the building when she heard her name being called. Turning, she saw Nathan, leaned up against the wall and wearing a loopy smile. He launched himself forward with a thrust of his elbows and circled around Max with a smug air of victory. "Heard from Vic that things went well in Jefferson's class. I guess that slut Rachel and Mark are splitsville?"
Max gave Nathan a stoic expression, not willing to be riled up. "You're fucking pathetic, Nathan," she explained calmly. "You did all this because you were jealous? Pretending to be nice to Rachel? Getting her high just so you could sabotage something that's none of your goddamn business? It's sad Nathan. No wonder Rachel was just using you for drugs." Max paused for a moment after finishing her small rant. Wow, was that me? I don't think I've ever been so aggressive with someone.
Nathan stepped back, clearly not expecting Max to stand up for herself. "You better watch your tone with me, bitch. Victoria told me she has dirt on you too."
"What, this lame ass photo?", Max answered, waving it around in the air for Nathan to see. "Please. Besides, if Victoria tries to use this against me I'll just spill the beans about what she did to Rachel. Mutually assured destruction."
"I guarantee that won't go down the way you think, nerd," Nathan snorted. "Fuck this. You steer clear of me, okay? I don't want to see your face again."
"Feelings mutual, freak," Max muttered as she pushed her way through the door and into the courtyard. Holy shit. What just happened there? I've never stood up for myself like that before. Maybe it's because this time, its not just me on the line? It's Rachel, and by extension Chloe, that are being bullied?
Holy shit, that's right! Chloe! She's probably on her way here to pick us up. But who knows what state Rachel is in right now? Does Rachel even know yet? And what the fuck do I tell Chloe? I don't know exactly how she's going to react, but there's no way she's going to take it well. Rachel's been keeping these relationships a secret from her. And Rachel's like, the one person in Chloe's life that she absolutely trusts...
Max hadn't made it to the statue fountain before receiving a group text from Chloe to her and Rachel.
Chloe: your chariot awaits
Max came to a halt, torn about how to proceed. Should I put Chloe on hold and go check on Rachel? Or just tell Chloe everything that's gone down right now? No, that's not fair... Rachel should have a chance to explain herself. Max replied off the group thread.
Max: some hardcore shit is going down. Meet me at the statue
Having nothing to do, Max sat herself down on the fountain's edge and stared at the trees. God. I hope I'm doing the right thing here. What if Rachel gets pissed at me for bringing Chloe along? And that's assuming Rachel has any idea what's happening. Still, if I don't bring Chloe, she'll definitely see it as a betrayal. And that's the last thing she needs more of right now. And... I don't think I could bear her being angry with me. I guess I'm being a bit selfish? I guess I could hide everything from Chloe, and let Rachel deal with it... but then Chloe would definitely find out I kept shit from her. I don't know... I-
"Ground control to Major Max," Chloe sang as she softly karate chopped Max's head.
Suppressing a small jump, Max couldn't help but smile as she looked up at Chloe leering over her.
"So what's up? Whatever this is it better be good," Chloe asked mischievously.
Max sighed. "I don't think so, Chloe. I... I shouldn't be the one to say anything. We need to go see Rachel. Right now."
Chloe was taken aback by Max's serious attitude. "O-okay... you won't tell me what's up?", she asked as they started their way towards the girl's dorm.
"Chloe, I..." Max let her sentence wander off, instead just choosing to shake her head as they walked.
"Getting weird vibes here, sistah," Chloe hesitated, an edge of worry creeping into her voice.
"There's plenty of that going round today, Chloe. Just... let's just get to Rachel, alright? We'll... figure it out from there."
Rachel wouldn't open her door and Chloe was starting to panic. "Rachel, stop fucking around? Alright? Let us in!"
From within, both Max and Chloe could faintly hear Rachel suppressing sobs. She hadn't said a word since they started banging on the door.
"This is bullshit, Rachel," Chloe fumed. "You know I'm not leaving until you open this door, so you might as well do it now before I go get an axe."
With that, they heard movement and finally a small click from the door knob. Chloe wasted no time swinging the door open and charging her way into the room. Max followed and shut the door behind them softly.
Rachel was a mess. Make up stained by tears, eyes red, and face sullen, she climbed onto her bed and formed up until a ball.
"Holy... holy shit Rachel, what the fuck is wrong?", Chloe stammered, her voice filled fear. Max simply took up a spot along the wall, eyes downcast towards the floor.
"Chloe...", Rachel started. "I d-don't even know how to b-begin. I'm so sorry... I should've told you... instead of keeping shit from you... fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me..."
Chloe's expression began to harden. "Dude... what the hell are you talking about."
Sniffling, Rachel raised her head to look to meet Chloe's eyes. "I'll just say it then. I've been sleeping with Frank, and my teacher, Mark Jefferson."
Chloe's reaction was that of an invisible slap to the face. Blinking, she sputtered, "W-what? Why... why would you... why the fuck would you hide that?"
Rachel groaned, returning her head to her knees. "Because I knew you wouldn't approve? Because I was afraid of how you would react? Because I don't want things between us to change..."
Chloe scoffed. "Well, you sure fucked that one up then, didn't you? Banging two dudes at once and never a word to your best friend about it? Who the hell even are you, Rachel?"
"I wasn't fucking two timing them," Rachel snapped. "I broke it off with Frank when I realized where things were going with Mark."
Well, that's actually a bit of a relief, Max thought. I didn't think Rachel was the type to cheat on anybody. Even if she can't be forthright with Chloe about certain parts of her life.
"Like that fucking makes a difference. Listen, I guess I was right. Everybody lies. No exceptions. Fuck this. Fuck everybody," Chloe ranted as she stepped backwards towards the door. With a final glare at Rachel, Chloe turned to leave the room. Max instinctively reached out, trying to stop this before it went any further, but Chloe brushed Max's hand aside as she slammed the door behind her.
Max stood for a moment, shell shocked at what had just transpired, in such a short amount of time. "R-rach-", Max began.
"I think you better go, Max," Rachel mumbled. "I really need to be alone right now."
Silently, Max nodded, and made her exit. Great. Fucking great. Good fucking job, Max. The weight of everything started to hit. We were supposed to go and hang out... we... this isn't supposed to be how today happened! Memories from yesterday of a ecstatic Chloe shouldering Max as they watched movies, giving her lingering looks, making suggestively sly remarks, filled Max's head but were slowly replaced with the cold reality of the past few hours. Max resisted an overpowering sob, and hurried to her room before she had a complete break down.
Max lay on her bed, controlling her breath to avoid the inevitable sobs. Over an hour had passed since Chloe's meltdown and Max had done nothing but curse herself. Finally, her phone buzzed.
Chloe: dude i am lame
Chloe: i freaked and ran away. i know none of this shit is your fault
Max: I totally understand Chloe. It's OK
Chloe: meet out at the parking lot? don't want to be alone right now
Max: i'm so there. xoxo
Oh my god, yes, yes, and yes. A tide of euphoric relief cascaded over Max, making her feel light as a feather despite the onerous turn of the day's events. I'll talk Chloe down about Rachel. She'll see reason. There's no way she can stay mad at Rachel forever. I don't know quite what it is, but there's no doubt that they have some sort of special connection... even if it's not the kind Chloe was hoping for. They'll get through this. They just need someone to kick their asses a bit.
Max found Chloe leaned up against the side of her truck, her body language displaying a vulnerability Max hadn't seen since they were kids. Chloe gave Max a sad smile and a brief "oomph" as Max embraced her with a tight hug. Hesitantly, but then a bit more confidently, Chloe wrapped her arms around Max, and returned a squeeze. Max slid her hands onto Chloe's arms and pushed away slightly. "Let's get out of here?"
"Don't need to tell me twice," Chloe agreed as they both entered the truck.
The golden rays of a setting sun punctuated the forest surrounding the lighthouse. Both girls sat on the bench, staring off into the water and the town itself. A silence had fallen over them as they agreed without words that listening to the waves and wildlife would be the best medicine for the moment. Finally, Chloe snapped the butt of her cigarette away from her fingers and sighed. "So, I guess, I've just been kidding myself for a while now. Holding out hope where there was none. Fucking stupid of me, as usual."
"It's not stupid, Chloe," Max countered. "There's nothing stupid about the way we happen to feel about others. That's just, life."
"Life's shit," Chloe grunted. "But... I guess I'm not blameless here. Even after Rachel explained she didn't... see me that way... I made kind of made it apparent that I wasn't going to give up. That's probably why she felt that she had to hide her boy toys from me. It's fucked up, but I see where she's coming from."
"That's so good you get that Chloe. I sincerely doubt Rachel ever wanted to hurt you. You don't... the way she talks about you, Chloe. She gets this glow in her eyes. It's so obvious how much she loves and respects you, and how proud she is to have you as her friend. I guarantee you, right now, she's not torn up because of Mark Jefferson. It's because she knows she hurt you."
Chloe gave Max a long, considering look, eventually breaking it with a small sigh. "Fuck. I guess I have to go make nice now, huh."
Thank god. I was so worried I'd been the cause of more grief in Chloe's life. She doesn't need any more of that. Once we get things right with Rachel, I guess we can move forward? But... what does that mean? Max felt the butterflies in her stomach again, stealing some glances at Chloe, who appeared deep in thought. Would she even be interested like... that... with someone like me? Especially with how I know she already feels about Rachel? I'm no where near as pretty, or funny, or awesome, or...
"So you haven't explained how all this shit went down," Chloe inquired.
Shit, that's right. There's Victoria's part in all this. And the photo she took of us. Chloe's going to blow a fuse when I tell her...
"Two words: Victoria Chase."
"God damnit," Chloe muttered under her breath.
"Victoria suspected Rachel and Mark were an item and was crazy jealous. So she cooked up this insane plan. She used Nathan, and even me to covertly convince Mark that Rachel was cheating on him. And it fucking worked. Bitch got away with it. Plus, I'll bet Rachel thinks the whole school knows. She's going be relieved when she learns Victoria is every bit as interested in keeping this on the down low as she is."
Chloe grunted. "Well. Fuck it. Let's get the team formed up again and clean up this mess, yeah?", Chloe asked with a raised fist.
Max tapped her fists to Chloe's, reciprocating the gesture. "Let's show those Vortex Club freaks what happens when you fuck with the best."
"Listen, Rachel, I-I'm sorry I blew up."
Chloe and Max had returned to Blackwell directly from the lighthouse. Rachel let them into her room this time without a fight but was maintaining a sullen silence. It had gotten dark out; the evening settled in on what had turned out to be an unexpectedly exhausting day. Chloe paced for a moment and pulled the beanie off her head, holding it to her chest.
"I'm-I'm not mad," she hesitated. "Well, maybe still a bit pissed you lied to me, but that's it. Swear. I just... wanna to move past this. The fact that you had to lie says everything. I've been unfair, Rachel. Putting pressure on you, making you juggle multiple lives. You don't deserve that."
Rachel, who was planted in the same spot on her bed that they had left her in hours ago, eyed Chloe in stunned silence. Her mouth tried to form words but none seemed to escape. Chloe sighed and seated herself next to Rachel on the bed, placing an arm around her. After a minute, Rachel visibly relaxed and began so sob softly, moving her head to Chloe's leg. Chloe began to slowly run hand through Rachel's hair.
"We're gonna be fine, Rach. We'll get past this. No problem," Chloe reassured.
Max became uncomfortable just standing in the room so she took a seat on the bean bag chair. She pulled her legs up into a cross and folded her arms over them. It was difficult not to stare at her friends. She knew, all things considered, that she was a relatively new factor in their lives. I should be glad I'm even here. I guess I probably should have excused myself? I do kind of feel like I'm intruding on something private. Still... there's this weird pressure I'm feeling to keep an eye on things... Like, I'm worried about what will happen if I leave them alone. Holy shit. Am I jealous?
Max's revelation was lost on Chloe and Rachel, who were busy absorbed in their own little world. No, no way. Except... Max gulped, and simulated the thought of Chloe and Rachel being... intimate. A sharp twist in her stomach put any doubt to rest. Yup. Yeah. That's jealousy. God damn it, Max. Chloe is going through so much right now and you want to put this on her? And moreover, what if Rachel feels differently after this? What if she decides that Chloe is someone she wants to be with, like that?
The three of them sat there for some time, allowing their mutual presence to conduct the mending of fresh wounds. So, I wonder what happens after this? After everything, I feel like we all just need to get some serious shut eye. We can work out details in the morning...
Rachel let out a small sniffle, adjusting herself off of Chloe's leg and sitting up beside her. She gave both Chloe and Max a long look and then spoke for the first time since they arrived. "Guys... t-thanks. Chloe, I seriously never wanted to hurt you. And that's the worst part out of all of this. I need-I need you to forgi-"
Chloe cut Rachel off. "Bullshit Rachel. I'm the one that fucked up. Alright? If anyone should be asking for forgiveness its me. Okay? And I don't want to hear another word on it."
Rachel gave a small that hinted at a return to her usual self. "I feel fucking drained. Listen... thanks, both of you. It's good to know I have some real friends. And thanks for telling me that the whole school doesn't know... everything. That's actually kind of a relief. But right now I need to crash, hard. I'm seriously drained... after my recent drug binge and all this goddamn drama, I need a serious recharge."
Chloe grasped Rachel's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "You got it. Just text us if you need anything, alright?"
"Okay, mom," Rachel joked.
There were many activities Max thought boring, but the next day she found something new to add to the list: titrations. It was lab day in Chemistry. Max considered herself lucky to be partnered with someone who seemed to be on top of things: a boy named Warren. Max thought he was kinda cooky, but in a fun, nerdy sort of manner. It's kind of nice he just straight up asked if I wanted to be lab partners. There's no Kate in this class...
"Whoa, Max, Max, smaller drops. We don't want to go over, then we gotta restart the entire process!"
What? What horrible scientist came up with this procedure? Max grumbled her assent as she reduced the size of each droplet from the syringe. Warren was laser focused on the beaker, watching like hawk for any change in color.
I just want this to be over. Lab day sucks! We have to stay as long as the experiment takes? It's cruel, cruel I tell you! After yesterday's heartwarming resolution to Chloe and Rachel's relationship problems, Max and Chloe called it a night, both girls exhausted from the day's events. But once this experiment was over, it would be time to go chill with Chloe again. That is, if the experiment ever ended. For all I know, I died last night, and this is some sort of personally crafted hell...
"Max! Seriously, you gotta pay attention," Warren pleaded. "Otherwise we'll be here all night. We gotta get the measurement exactly right otherwise we won't get an A on the assignment."
"Sorry, sorry," Max inwardly rolled her eyes. She would be thrilled if she passed chemistry with a C.
At long last the solution in the beaker turned blue, and Warren whooped with delight, carefully nudging Max's fingers away from the syringe. He went to task in his lab book, taking down the measurements and finalizing the necessary stoichiometry. Max deftly copied everything she saw into her own lab book. I mean, I'm only taking this class because it's required. It's not as if I'm going to be using any of this as a photographer. I hope Warren doesn't mind though...
As if reading her thoughts, Warren asked "So, like, if you want any help studying on this stuff I'm totally happy to help you out. I've been acing the hard sciences like a champ since middle school."
"I don't doubt it Warren," Max chuckled. It's kind of him to offer. Though honestly I'll probably be fine just half-assing it like I usually do. "I'll let you know, okay?", she answered, unwilling to come to a conclusive decision.
"You got it, Maximus."
Oh, are we on nickname basis already?
"Oh, by the way, Max, you said you were into classic movies, right? I got a thumb drive filled with all the required watching, if you wanna borrow it."
And now you have my attention. Tons of free movies? Sign me the fuck up. An imagine of her and Chloe watching them on a bed flirted through her mind, generating a slight blush.
"Heh, you got it! It's in my dorm, wanna swing by there after we finish up?"
"Sounds good, Warren," Max smiled, removing her lab coat and goggles.
Chloe is going to be so stoked when I tell her I've got a library of killer movies to watch. I can already tell Warren has pretty good taste. Well, nerdy taste, at least. Right up our ally, I'm sure. Max finished gathering her things and they made their way to the exit.
It kind of sucks Rachel is busy again this evening. Though, if I'm being honest with myself, am I really disappointed? Max had been stuck in her head for much of the walk back to the dorms, mostly nodding and giving non-committal affirmations to whatever Warren was talking about.
"... and seeing as like we're done with classes for the day and all, I was figuring maybe we could watch one?", Warren asked, a tinge of uncertainty trailing the final words of his question.
"O-Oh, Ah, a rain check, maybe? Already got plans," Max replied, startled by the question. Wait. Did he just...?
Max nearly jumped out of her shoes when she felt two arms fall around her body and a head come to rest on her shoulder. "Boo!", Chloe breathed into her ear. Still resting on Max's shoulder, Chloe moved her head to look at Warren. "Who ziss?", she slurred.
Max giggled, pleasantly surprised at the physical liberties Chloe felt free to take with her. "This is Warren, my lab partner. He's probably the only reason I'm going to pass Chemistry. We were going to his dorm so he could give us a USB stick filled with awesome sauce movies."
Chloe's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? Lead on then! And hi dude, I'm Chloe," she said while raising her arm off Max for a customary fist bump.
Warren grinned and completed the gesture. "Nice to meet you, man."
"I shit you not, Max. That Warren guy has a serious thing for you." Chloe had spent the majority of the car ride home unsuccessfully attempting to convince Max of her suspicion. They both entered Chloe's room, Max laughing with a sigh as Chloe swung the door shut behind them.
"You're imagining things," Max countered while arcing her head up to view the ceiling. She performed a whimsical spin into the center of Chloe's room, thrilled to be back, as well as the prospect of the evening ahead of them. "We've known each other for a couple of days now. There's no way he has some sort of weird crush on me."
Chloe placed her hands on her hips and tisked. "Oh Max. So naive, so innocent. What will you do when you have to face the real world? It'll eat you alive."
Max chuckled, turning her neck to give Chloe a smirk. "Because you know so much about that, a jobless adult living in your parent's house."
"Hey! I have plans. Well, Rachel and I had, have, well, I dunno." Chloe looked uncertain for a moment and flopped down on the bed. "We were gonna ditch this hell hole once Rachel was done with school. Head down to LA. Get into modeling or something."
Max was speechless for a moment. "O-Oh. That, that sounds awesome Chloe. I'm sure you'd both do really well there...", she trailed off hesitantly.
"You don't have to be coy, Max. I know it'd be tough. Yeah, we're hot, we're awesome, but so are thousands of other young hopefuls seeking the same dream. Besides, with everything that's happening..." Chloe lit up a joint and took a drag before continuing.
"You should come with, Max. It'd be fun. Would probably be easier to find a place with three people anyway. And I'm sure there's plenty of opportunity for an aspiring young photographer in LA."
"Count me in, Chloe," Max agreed as she sat down at Chloe's desk. "I could probably get into UCLA or something after finishing up at Blackwell..."
"Damn straight you could."
"So. What do we want to start with?" Max asked as she plugged Warren's USB stick into Chloe's laptop. "Jesus, this is nostalgia overload. He even has Batteries Not Included."
"Don't care, just roll something."
Max grabbed the laptop and plopped it onto the bed, resting herself down in front of it. Chloe nestled by her side moments later as the movie started. She picked a particularly scary looking horror movie, hoping for a repeat of last time. God, I'm pretty sure if we could do this every day, I can be happy.
"Horror again, huh?", Chloe observed with raised eyebrows. Their faces were close, both girls propping their heads up in front of the laptop with their arms.
"I think I might have a thing for them?", Max lied. I actually kind of hate horror movies. But I do think I like the... other benefits?
Their arms grew tired quickly and they both wordlessly decided to shift positions. Chloe placed the computer on her lap and the two of them propped their backs up with pillows. As the movie played Max began leaning more and more against Chloe, the warm presence of her friend imposing almost a dream-like reverie despite the howling screams of pain surging from the computer's speakers. When Chloe grunted and shifted her arm, Max silently freaked for a moment. Oh, shit. Too much? Stupid! But to her surprise, and subsequent delight, Chloe was worming her arm around Max's shoulders and pulled her in closer. Max let out a tense breath and leaned her head onto Chloe's chest, closing her eyes, focusing on the steady rise and fall of Chloe's diaphragm.
The movie must have ended but Max wasn't sure how long ago. The two hadn't moved, but at some point Chloe had begun running her hand through Max's hair. I... I guess I should say something? She probably thinks I'm asleep. As if I could possibly sleep right now. She felt Chloe adjust herself, moving the laptop aside. Max's heart rate suddenly skyrocketed when Chloe wrapped her other arm around her. Chloe turned her body inwards, closing the remaining distance between them, drawing Max close with both arms.
Unable to bear the tension any longer, Max opened her mouth to say something to Chloe, though she didn't yet know what. Chloe denied her the chance with a tender, but short, kiss on her lips. The two stared into each others eyes in a moment of shock at what just happened. Holy amazeballs... Chloe, she just... She just kissed me...
"Oh fuck, Max, I'm... I'm sorry." Chloe tried to push away but found herself unable. Max caught Chloe in a tight hug, preventing any escape.
"It's okay, Chloe," Max murmured into Chloe's chest. "We're okay. It's... want to do it again?"
Chloe's expression transitioned through a myriad of emotional states, her thoughts apparently unable to accept the reality that Max was not angry with her.
"Here, let me help," Max offered as she brought their lips together again. When they parted Chloe was still in shock. But she quickly recovered. After a succession of several more short kisses, Chloe's inhibitions seemed to melt away. Max felt a tight grip around her back, smashing their bodies together as Chloe rolled on top. After a long minute, Chloe broke away, keeping her face inches from Max's. She slowly drew her hand up Max's side, stopping to cup her face.
"Holy fuck balls," was all Chloe could manage.
"Once again, Max here has shown us true vision," Mark praised as he began handing a few of Max's photos to the student seated closest to him. "I want you all to carefully examine these samples I've selected from her assignment. They demonstrate a unique ability we should all strive to posses."
It took every ounce of willpower to keep from blushing as Max sat in Photography class. Kate gave her a sly smile as if to say "told you so." Mr. Jefferson was circulating a few of Max's photos from yesterday's assignment on "compassion." Most students took note, while others, such as Victoria, briskly moved them along.
Jesus, this is super flatting but I do wish Mr. Jefferson would lay off the lauding just a bit. This girl wasn't built for such scrutiny! Though I'm sure Chloe will be proud when I tell her. Or jealous. Or both? Max was still finding it difficult to focus on anything but last night's relationship-redefining time with Chloe. Despite everything going on with Victoria, I just can't help but be so happy right now. I guess we still need to tell Rachel... but I'm positive that will go okay. Well, ninety nine percent sure.
Last night Max's sexual horizons were broadened by a significant degree by an energetic Chloe. Once Max had made it completely clear that "yes, I'm okay with with this," Chloe pounced with reckless abandon. The memory of Chloe's lips on every square inch of her skin Max would allow was still fresh in the mind. Max had decided to keep things clothed for their first ever make out session, a restriction to which Chloe had reluctantly adhered. But now? Thinking back, she felt like it was a missed opportunity. Oh well. There's tonight. And the next night. And the night after that... And the...
A buzz from her cell phone jolted Max from her day dream. Expecting it to be Chloe, Max stole a peek and was crestfallen to see that it was in fact Victoria. She looked up and winced at Victoria's gaze boring into her skull. Her determined and serious expression was no doubt egging Max on to read the text. And now, for something completely different...
Victoria: my room, after class. be there. or else.
Max rolled her eyes at Victoria. She found it impressively difficult to give a shit, even if the prissy bitch did have some sort of leverage on her. I did what she asked. I don't even really give a crap about getting revenge anymore. Not with what's going on with Chloe. That's far more worthy of my attention. So what the hell does she want? Ugh. May as well play along, I guess.
Max: fine
Victoria gave a satisfied nod towards Max upon receiving her response and returned to ogling Mr. Jefferson.
Thus far class had gone unexpectedly well, given that Rachel was in attendance. Rachel seemed to have fully bounced back to her usual self-no signs of vulnerability or sadness remained. I probably got to see a side of Rachel few have. I'm glad I did. It only makes me respect her more knowing that she's a real person somewhere underneath all that camouflage.
Max couldn't help but studiously observe every interaction between Mark and Rachel as class wore on. There was a noticeable difference but probably only to those paying attention. Which was likely limited to Max and Victoria. Though Kate seemed to be cognizant that something was amiss, even if she didn't know exactly what. Certainly, she caught the brief non-verbal exchange between Max and Victoria that just went down.
But as far as things between Mr. Jefferson and Rachel? Max believed she felt a discernible coldness to their interactions. Definitely nothing overt, just, a certain distance that marked a stark contrast to their chummy behavior up until Victoria's sabotage. I guess that's to be expected. When it's all said and done, maybe this is for the best? I mean, there's no way Mr. Jefferson is going to go for Victoria. She's so not his type. And I don't want to hate on Rachel or anything but sleeping with a teacher probably isn't the wisest thing to do. Who knows? Maybe Rachel will get back together with this "Frank" person. I'll have to ask her about that. I'm pretty sure that must've been whoever called her on the car ride home the other night.
Max's thoughts returned to the previous night and the following morning. It had actually gotten pretty late by the time they started making out, so Chloe insisted that Max stay the night, offering a ride back to school in the morning. Max didn't need to be convinced. She happily allowed Chloe to spoon her underneath the blankets, which to her delight, was exactly how she woke up.
Joyce was surprised, but not at all unhappy, to see that Max had spent the night. Chloe's sudden levity in behavior was also not lost on her. Joyce cooked the girls one of her trademark amazing breakfasts before Chloe dragged a reluctant Max to school.
"You know, I could just call in sick..." Max had mused.
"I have a sudden vested interest in making sure you stay in school, Max," Chloe insisted. "No way you're getting kicked out for attendance or bad grades because of me."
"What the fuck?", Max laughed as Chloe had dragged her out the door. "Am I in that weird Star Trek dimension where everyone has opposite personalities?"
Max leaned back on her chair, letting these memories fill her with a warmth not even Victoria and her psycho plans could cool. Max caught Kate eyeing her, giving a look that questioned what was up. Max scooted back in, leaning to whisper "I'll tell you everything next tea date, alright?" Actually, I wonder how she'll respond to me being in a same sex relationship? Kate is such a odd animal-she's obviously so devout, yet she doesn't judge anyone at all. Then again, from what I understand, that's exactly what a Christian should be. Lead by example, and all that? I guess she really is just perfect.
Kate beamed, placing her hands back on her lap and lowering her head slightly. She gave what was, for Kate, an aggressive nod.
"Do you understand Max? You will do this, or else-"
"Or else what, Victoria?", Max snapped. "I did a little research and I didn't find anything that explicitly states I'd lose my scholarship over a little extra curricular drinking. And what you're asking is so fucking wrong. No. Way."
Victoria crossed her arms and sighed. "Max, I promise that photo will do more damage than you think. You've met Nathan, right? Do you know who his dad is? Sean Prescott? AKA Blackwell's largest and most influential donor? He's basically the guy that cuts the paychecks for your scholarship. And he has a very low tolerance for students who aren't serious about their academics." Victoria began to pace, waving her hands for dramatic effect as she continued her speech. "One word from Nathan, backed up by that photo? You might as well pack your bags now."
Max wasn't sure how to respond. What she said was likely true-she remembered hearing stories about Sean Prescott from when she was a child. That he was not someone you wanted to mess with. Word was he even had the local police department on unofficial payroll. But Victoria's demand? It was outrageous. Blasphemous, even.
There's just no way I can let Victoria take credit for my work. Is she really this insecure? That she wants to take her pick of my photos for all future assignments? I mean, I heard rumors that Victoria has her drones write essays for her. But this is something else. Photography is an expression our souls! It doesn't get any more personal than that! Does she really think Jefferson wouldn't notice?
"So let me get this straight. You're so hard up for praise from Mr. Jefferson that you want me to give you my best shots for each assignment? Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds, Victoria?"
"Don't test me, Max. Besides, it won't just be you that suffers."
A chill went down Max's spine. "W-What do you mean?"
"So how are Rachel, and her tag-along flunkie, doing?", Victoria asked with mock sincerity.
"Just fine, despite your best efforts." Max emphasized.
"It would be so sad, tragic even, if our venerable Mr. Madsen were to find drug related items in Rachel's room. From what I understand, Mr. Madsen already has his suspicions. All it would probably take is one simple tip." Victoria raised her phone, contact screen open to David Madsen.
"You are fucking unbelievable, Victoria. Besides, I can text her right now. She can clean up before David gets there."
"Are you sure? Nathan had a lot of time in her room the other day. Enough to make sure David finds something."
I just can't believe this. And I have to give an answer right now? Jesus. Fuck, I dunno... I guess... Oh god this makes me sick. But there's too many unknowns. And I couldn't live with myself if I got Rachel in even more trouble.
"Okay, okay, Victoria," Max blurted. "Just slow down. How would this even work? You know I only shoot analogue. I don't even have a digital camera."
"Way ahead of you, Max," Victoria replied as she pulled a bag from her closet. "Here. It's my old model. Consider it a ridiculous upgrade to that toy you're so enamored with. Really, you should be thanking me."
Max allowed Victoria to place the camera bag into her hands, too stunned by what just transpired to do anything else.
Max screamed into her pillow for what felt like the hundredth time. This is just so god damn frustrating. How could I let her play me like that? And letting her take credit for my work? Over my dead body! I guess agreeing to it was the only thing to do in the moment. But can I actually go through with this?
Max stopped when she heard her phone vibrate. She realized it had been going for some time; she was so distraught that she hadn't noticed.
Chloe: max
Chloe: max
Chloe: max
Chloe: max?
Chloe: MAX MAX MAX MAX MAX
Max: here, sorry. More stupid insane shit going down. Seriously need you right now
Chloe: i am the wind. be there soon
Chloe: grab rachel too?
Max: yes. Actually I think I need to flatten my face into comfort food
Chloe: two whales it is then
"So that's the long and short of it," Max finished. She sat next to Chloe in their favorite booth at the Two Whales. Rachel leaned back, shocked, into her seat on the other side of the table.
"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," Rachel muttered.
"I... I just, I didn't know what to do. I kinda panicked! I still can't believe I agreed..." Max broke off with the beginnings of a sob.
Chloe was fast on the reassurance, pulling Max's head into her chest and placing a kiss on top of it. Rachel gave a bemused look, which quickly transformed into a knowing nod. "So I guess you two finally hit it off?"
"Yeah, kinda wish we could tell you under better circumstances," Chloe confirmed. "But we're totally, like, a thing. Or whatever."
"Well despite Victoria shitting all over it, I'm truly happy for the both of you," Rachel admired. "I knew from the moment I saw Max that you would be into her."
The three of them sat in silence, each trying to imagine a way out of Victoria's snare.
"We could just call her bluff?", Chloe suggested. "I mean, her whole threat is a tad smoke and mirrors-y. Maybe Mr. Prescott can't be bothered to give a shit?"
Rachel crossed her arms and pouted. "True. Though do we really want to take that risk? If we're wrong, Max gets kicked out. Probably have to move back to Seattle."
Both Max and Chloe's expressions turned to horror at the thought. "No way that's happening," Max declared, more to herself than anyone else.
"Y-Yeah. Over my dead body." Chloe reinforced.
"But our photography assignment is due next week. If we can't think of something, Victoria's going to win," Max explained. "I just... it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it."
Chloe pulled Max in close again, rubbing her side and giving her temple a kiss. "Whatever happens, Max, we'll get through it. Together. Alright?"
Max laughed nervously, but felt instantly reassured by Chloe's physical affection. Rachel placed her hands on the table, palms up. "Come on guys, get 'em in here," she ordered. Taking the hint, both Max and Chloe joined their hands with Rachel's in the middle of the table.
"I don't know exactly how, or when, but I swear to both of you: we will get through this. We have something Victoria doesn't: friendship. Loyalty. Victoria wants to play hard ball? Then let's get our asses to the batting cage."
Max's eyes drooped as the second movie of the evening rolled to a finish. She and Chloe spent the past few hours in what Max hoped would be a recurring position for many evenings to come: backs propped up on the bed with pillows, Max resting her head against Chloe's chest.
"God, I just can't stop being so pissed at Victoria using you like this," Chloe complained while stroking Max's hair in long, smooth methodical motions. Max found the steady rhythm of it extremely relaxing. "You're not one of her minions!"
"Not gonna argue with you Chloe," Max yawned and she twisted her body a bit, throwing a leg over Chloe's. "Maybe... we can distract ourselves somehow?"
Chloe grew a wide grin. "Oh, yeah. There is that." In a smooth but firm maneuver she rolled Max onto her back and shifted herself on top. Cupping Max's face with both hands, Chloe brought their mouths together for a light kiss.
When Chloe released, Max gave an embarrassed look, eyes downcast a bit. God, how do I even bring this up...
"What?", Chloe chuckled. Max did not immediately respond, instead continuing to look uncertain of herself. "Come on, out with it girl! Else I descend to dirty tactics..." Chloe began slow, but exaggerated, tickling motions up Max's side.
"Gwaaah," Max squealed. "S-seriously though, I... I wanted to... Fewer clothes this time?" she fumbled in an embarrassed tone.
"Doth mine ears deceive me? Is this hipster ready to take things to the next level?", Chloe teased. "Seriously though Max. Don't need to ask me twice." Chloe propped herself up, her legs still pinning Max to the bed. With a devious smile, Chloe removed her shirt and threw it to the floor.
Wowsers. Jesus christ she is beautiful, was all Max could think.
"Your turn," Chloe grinned. "Though, allow me. You just relax and enjoy, okay?"
Max nodded her consent, worried and thrilled about what Chloe could've meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Max reflexively arced her back as both of Chloe's hands tightly gripped her petite waist, slowly sliding Max's shirt upwards. Chloe planted a lingering kiss on the freshly exposed bit of stomach, forcing Max to toss her head to the side and let out a gasp of air she didn't know she was holding. "Chloe..." Max murmured as she felt repeated kisses moving up her stomach and the fabric of her shirt rolling to expose more and more of her torso. Max let out another gasp as Chloe decided to transform her kisses-now opening her mouth completely and running her tongue across the flat of Max's belly.
Somewhere Max found the presence of mind to begin working on Chloe's bra, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the clasp. Chloe broke from her business to give Max a devilish look. Before Max could respond Chloe shoved her chest into Max's face, squeezing her breasts inward. Max let out a small yelp which quickly morphed into uncontrollable laughter.
"Alright, enough's enough," Chloe soothed. "Off with it, Max!" Chloe finally yanked Max's shirt off, which by now had retreated all the way up to her neckline. Quickly returning Max's earlier favor, Chloe unclasped and chucked aside Max's bra. They both paused for a moment, bodies inches apart. Tenderly, Chloe rested herself on top of Max, squeezing their bare skin together with a ferocious hug.
Holy crapballs, this is amazing. I guess this is what everybody is so on about...
Max felt Chloe's hands explore every exposed bit of skin, squeezing, caressing, and gripping wherever possible. She lost the ability to form coherent thoughts as time seemed to lose all meaning. Chloe's mouth, her touch, her presence became Max's entire world. When Chloe grew more bold and slid her hand down the back of Max's pants, Max heaved uncontrollably. Chloe was firmly cupping her ass. She immediately looked into Max's eyes, searching for consent, which Max both fearfully and eagerly gave. Smiling, Chloe went in for another kiss, slowly but relentlessly driving her tongue into Max's mouth. Her fingers slowly stretched apart, a thumb coming to rest across Max's hip while the other fingers only tightened their squeeze.
By this point Max's head was spinning, unable to fully track what was happening. All she knew is that there was no place she'd rather be. Without realizing it, she boldly moved her hands to undo Chloe's pants, awkwardly attempting to slide them off. Chloe broke into laughter. "Whoa, whoa girl," she teased while placing a kiss on Max's breast. "I was gonna say let's take it slow, but hey, if you insist..." Mischievously, Chloe helped Max by popping her jean's button and sliding the pants off with a lustrous snaking motion. Max wasn't sure if she was capable of blushing harder.
After Chloe liberated Max from her pants, the two continued their passionate embrace, arms locked tightly around the other and heads rushing with blood at the intoxicating sensation of each other's bare skin. Chloe went back for another "hands on" exploration of Max's butt, again sliding her hands underneath her lover's underwear. After a few minutes, it was clear Chloe wanted to take things farther... she gave Max a pleading look to which Max couldn't say no.
Max's convulsed when Chloe slid her fingers further down, gently caressing her thighs. Chloe bit down on Max's collarbone, using her free hand to squeeze her petite partner's frame as tightly as she could.
Max again arced her back with a violent spasm when Chloe ventured inside her with a finger. "You... this... you okay? This okay?", Chloe whispered into Max's ear. Max returned a pleading look, fear and excitement all rolled into one. She gave another nod of consent. Chloe returned her tongue to Max's throat as she carefully moved her finger deeper.
It didn't take long for Max to release. From the steady rhythm of Chloe's movement (it was clear she had quite a bit of experience doing this), to the sensation of each other's racing heart beats, Max let out a long, muffled cry, seizing violently against Chloe's impossibly tight grasp. Smiling, Chloe pulled her fingers out and rearranged both their bodies to a spooning position, gripping Max, who was still trembling from the rush of endorphins.
"So that just happened," Chloe remarked while running a hand up and down Max's side.
"Y-yeah," was all Max could respond. I can't believe we just had sex. Like, I dunno... I always kinda thought that that just wasn't going to happen to me, ever. Are we moving too quickly? Or is this normal? God, I am such a dork. I have no reference point for this! The only thing I know for sure is there is nowhere I'd rather be right now.
Chloe pulled the covers over both of them with a contented sigh. "I love you, Maxine Caulfield," she whispered softly. Max squirmed around to face Chloe directly, stunned but not shocked by the confession. "I love you too, Chloe." Their night ended with an exhausted, but still passionate, kiss before the both of them drifted off into sleep.
Chloe: the only thing good about dropping u off at blackwell
Chloe: is that i get a nice view of your ass as u walk away
Max giggled after reading Chloe's latest texts. Chloe had dropped her off at school about an hour ago and Max was already cringing at the amount of homework she needed to catch up on. Maybe I should take up Warren on his study buddy offer. I might need some serious help if I keep blowing off school like this. Plus there's the whole Victoria situation, which I haven't even bothered to think about.
Nevertheless, she still felt on airs about last night's sexy times. Oh god, seriously? Sexy times? What next, calling Chloe Che-bear?
"Everything okay, Max?", Kate inquired politely as she poured them both a cup of tea.
This is exactly what I need right now. Just a few minutes of wonderful Kate time and tea. I suppose I have to tell her...
"More than okay. I... Kate, you're wonderful, you know that? But, I have something to tell you, and I'm kinda freaked that you might think less of me, or something..."
"Max," Kate's expression grew a bit stern. "Is this about my faith? I've already told you, it's a personal choice that works for me. I'm not going to push it on anyone, or think less of those who don't adhere to its teachings."
"Of-of course, Kate. I'm sorry. So... remember that friend from my childhood I mentioned the other day? The I reconnected with through Rachel? We're... dating. Like, romantically." Max felt awkward immediately afterwards and started to inwardly panic despite Kate's previous assertion.
"Oh! Oh, wow." Max could tell Kate was a bit shocked, but she quickly recovered. "That's great Max, I'm really happy for you."
Max blushed a bit. "You're too awesome Kate. And thank you. She, Chloe... she means everything to me."
"I can tell, Max. But earlier you said something was bothering you?"
Max settled further into her cushion and let out a tense breath. Still unsure of how to continue, she opted to take a sip of tea instead. Kate waited patiently, figuring Max would speak when ready.
"It's about Victoria. She's taken things too far this time. The bitch can't handle Mr. Jefferson giving me praise, so she's demanding I give her first dibs on any of my photos for all future assignments. I mean, I get it, she wants in teacher's pants. She's made that abundantly clear. But using my work to do it? It makes me ill..."
Kate sat stunned for a moment before responding. "That's horrible, Max! You have to tell someone! Those pictures are a part of who you are-you can't let someone else take credit for them!"
"I hear you, Kate. But until we come up with some sort of a plan, I think have to play along. Victoria is threatening to use her leverage, and influence with the Prescotts, to get my scholarship revoked if I don't play ball."
For the first time, Max could swear she saw Kate become angry. But she recovered quickly, taking a careful sip to calm her nerves. "I understand, Max. I still think you should go right to the principal about this... whatever Victoria has over you can't be as bad as her blackmailing a fellow student. But I'll respect your decision."
"Thank you Kate. And we might wind up doing just that."
Max tracked a seagull flying close overhead with Victoria's hand-me-down DSLR. Sun is setting. Perfect time for a nature shot. Too bad I have to do it with this a... well, to be honest, pretty amazing camera. Even Victoria's sloppy seconds is way out of my price range. Max felt a bit dirty having to forego her Polaroid as she scanned the horizon for more potential shots. The homework assignment was due tomorrow which meant she had a lot of photos to take, seeing as Victoria was going to be stealing her best shots.
"Come on, Max, almost there," Chloe called from down the beach. She was approaching a dingy looking RV at a brisk pace, eager to restock her supply of "medicine." Where does she even get the money for all those beers, cigarettes and weed? It's not like she has a job or anything.
Max packed the camera back into its bag and trudged forward to catch up with Chloe. "So, you gonna be okay seeing this Frank person? What with him and Rachel?"
Chloe let out a small "pisssh" noise. "Honestly Max, at this point, I could give a fuck. It was really never any of my business to begin with. Was only hurting myself. Besides, everything's good now. You have no idea how glad I am the way things worked out."
Max looked to the ground with a small smile. "Yeah... me too..."
"Enough stalling!", Chloe ordered with a soft slap on Max's butt. "Forward march!"
"We're going to have to have a talk about your behavior in public."
"I know, right? There's so many people to make uncomfortable by macking out in front of them. We need a list. Oh! That Warren boy is so already at the top of it."
"You are outrageous," Max sighed as they stopped in front of the RV's door. Chloe gave it a soft knock.
"Yo! Frankie Frank! Open the fuck up."
Max wasn't surprised to see that this mysterious Frank person was quite a bit older than them, possibly in his early thirties. Not sure exactly what I was expecting. I guess Rachel has a thing for older guys, or something?
Frank gave the air of a man unhappy to be disturbed. "You're late," he grumbled. "How much you pickin' up, anyway?"
"Just an eighth, if you please," Chloe chirped, unwilling to let Frank's attitude get her down.
Frank paused, creasing his eyebrows to get a better look at Chloe. He gave Max a cursory glance. "Right. Glad to see you found someone else to sink your hooks into."
"Frank, this is Max. Max, Frank," Chloe introduced while rolling her eyes.
"H-hi," Max stammered. Chloe had warned Max that Frank could come off as a bit gruff, but she was still a little taken aback. "It's nice to meet you, Frank."
"Whatever. Alright, you two wait right there. I'll be back in a moment." Frank shut the door behind him.
Chloe twirled around a little, seemingly one hundred percent unaffected by Frank's grim demeanor.
"Wow, you weren't kidding about Frank," Max observed.
"He's normally not quite like this. Probably still pissing his days away cause he can't get over Rachel. Not that I can really blame him."
"You think we'll ever know what happened between them?", Max asked.
Chloe looked up at the sky and put her hands in her jean's pockets. "I dunno, Max. Maybe? Don't know if I really care at this point."
"Okay, here you go," Frank said as he appeared in the doorway, this time holding a zip-lock baggie. Chloe handed over some cash to complete the transaction. "Pleasure doing business. Now get the fuck out of here."
"Great to see you too, Frank," Chloe replied without a hint of sarcasm. Chloe's unassailable happiness made Frank frown further.
"Wait-you... you seen Rachel at all? She... is she doing okay?" Frank ventured.
"Rachel is fine, thanks for asking. Though you could probably ask her yourself, now."
Frank crossed his arms. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you currently just might have a shot, unlikely couple that you are," Chloe explained, starting to grow a bit exasperated. "God, the conversations you never think you'd have..." she muttered to herself.
"You don't know jack shit, Chloe. Now scram. Got some other customers coming."
"Haaave a nice day," Chloe chirped as she and Max started back towards her truck.
An angry twitch formed in Max's eye. Again. Mr. Jefferson was detailing the fantastic work in one of her photographs. The praise, of course, was directed towards Victoria.
"... and I do believe Max here has met her match. Very good job, Victoria. I hope to see more of this sort of friendly rivalry in my class. Also, Max. Glad to see you've joined us in the twenty first century. Though it doesn't seem like you really put your best into this assignment. I expect better next time. Regardless, I think you'll find the world of digital photography to open the door to many new opportunities."
Mr. Jefferson finished his pacing and returned to his desk to continue reviewing assignments. His comments hit like a gut to the stomach. Jesus, I guess I really do care somewhat about praise, vain as it might be... Still fuming, Max continued to work with Kate on their group project. Kate placed a hand on Max's in solidarity. Fortunately, she kept quiet, despite obviously wanting to put an end to the charade right here and now. Bless you Kate. I'd probably start randomly screaming like a psycho if it wasn't for you.
Last night Victoria invited Max to her room to conduct what Max dubbed "Victoria's photo rape session." She held a secret hope that perhaps Victoria did not have a good eye and wouldn't pick her best shots. She was wrong. Max's remaining photos were acceptable but by far not her best work. All because Victoria just can't handle not being the center of attention. Or is that really it? Max gave Victoria a hard look. She seemed to notice but wouldn't lower herself to acknowledging it.
Max grimaced as she heard Victoria make another cringe-worthy pass at Mr. Jefferson, who played it off in a suave fashion. I feel like there's a missing piece to this. Like something obvious about Victoria that I'm not seeing. First Rachel, now me. Oh my god. Does she see me as competition for Mr. Jefferson? Max internally reviewed her past interactions with Victoria for any hint of evidence. Maybe her stand-offish attitude is because she thinks I'm trying for Mark? Max shuddered briefly at the thought. I mean, Mark's cool and all, but come on. Gross. But, it's not like I've signaled to the contrary. I have kind of been soaking up his praise. Victoria might have thought I was using Rachel? It's the sort of twisted logic I could see her brain forming.
"So you're really going to go through with this, Max?" Kate asked in a quiet voice.
Max snapped back to reality. "What choice do I really have, Kate? I mean, there's no way I can let this go on all semester, but until I have a better plan..."
"Well I'm here if you need me, you know that right, Max?"
"Of course," Max replied, forcing a smile. "I totally know that I can count on you."
"Nice digs. Totally love the vibe," Chloe appraised as she paced Max's dorm room for the first time.
"Thanks. Haven't gotten everything settled in quite yet, but it's getting there. Like over here," Max pointed to the wall above her bed. "Gonna put up a wall of Polaroids."
Max had invited over Chloe to show off her portfolio. Even though she knew there was no reason, Max nevertheless felt nervous at the prospect of Chloe reviewing her work. Dude, just chill. It'll be fine. Even if she doesn't fully get or understand all of them, I'm sure she'll compliment me regardless. And lord knows I could do with some of that right now.
"Hey, you doing okay?" Chloe asked. "You're lookin' hella stressed, girl."
Max fell onto the bed, arms and legs stretched out and facing the ceiling. "Rough day in class. Victoria snagged my best work and my praise. Then Mr. Jefferson actually called me out for not trying hard enough. I think I've lost my spot as teacher's pet."
Chloe sat down on the bed next to her, placing a comforting hand on Max's shoulder. "Might want to seriously consider just telling Mr. Jefferson? Ugh," she snorted. "I can't believe I just said that. But, whatever you do, do not tell Principal Wells. Guy is corrupt as fuck, I guarantee it."
"Good to know. Yeah, both Victoria and Nathan have been not-so-subtly hinting at that."
"On the upside, Rachel found an eight ball stashed in her bottom dressing drawer."
"Random. I guess maybe she can ask it what to do about Victoria," Max considered.
Chloe grew a smirk. "Oh Max. Even after I've corrupted you, I'll still love you. You seriously don't know what an eight ball is?"
"Ah, something drug related, I presume?"
"And she takes a step towards the light. But at least we don't gotta worry about my step-ass busting Rachel. That Nathan prick must have some serious cash to waste that much coke on a set up. Anyway. How are we this gloomy already? Show me your portfolio!"
The next hour was spent carefully explaining each of Max's prized shots: the hows, wheres and whys. Max tried to keep the background stories minimal as most were taken in Seattle. Their time apart still hurt akin to a fresh wound so Max avoided the topic as much as possible. Afterwards, one thing led to another, and they quickly found themselves naked and intertwined in Max's bed. I can't believe this is my life now. Not only do I get Chloe back, but she's mine. And I don't think I'm ever going to let go.
Max woke with a start to a sudden slam from across the hallway. Curious, she unwrapped herself from Chloe's arms and rose from the bed. It was faint, barely perceptible even, but Max could make out the soft sounds of someone crying. Or at least, trying very hard not to. A moment later and Max was clothed, opening her door slightly to peer out. From within Victoria's room she heard pacing and what sounded like angry rants separated between controlled sobs. Jeez, what's wrong with her now? Finally had her mental breakdown? Forgot her meds today? Whatever it is, I'm sure she'll find some way to blame me. Then again... maybe this is an opportunity?
Max stepped outside her dorm and approached Victoria's door. She could make out muffled words-it sounded mostly like "stupid, stupid" being repeated over and over again. I do hope you're describing yourself, Victoria... I should really just go back. Might only make things worse by shaking the hornet's nest. Still...
Before Max knew it, she had knocked lightly on the door. A sudden silence filled the air.
"Wh-who is it?", Max heard Victoria ask.
"Victoria, can we talk?"
"Go away, Max. Not in the mood for your hipster bullshit right now."
Max rested her head softly against Victoria's door. "It'll just be a minute. Please..."
"What, victory not enough?", Victoria's muted voice snapped. "Gotta come gloat in person?"
Okay, definitely not what I expected. But let's play along.
"You know I wouldn't do that, Victoria. Now come on. Do you want to continue broadcasting this conversation to the entire dorm or not?"
After a short wait, Victoria opened the door slowly, giving Max an angry frown. Max noticed a few slight splotches in her makeup. Has she actually been crying? Not waiting for an invitation, Max slipped in, pushing Victoria backwards into her room. Safely inside Max shut the door behind her and folded her arms.
"Now, just what the hell were you talking about, Victoria?", Max demanded, keeping her voice hushed. "What do I possibly have to gloat over you? What could any of us?" Max began to slowly pace, forcing Victoria back further into her room. The past week of injustice had boiled up and Max couldn't control its release. "You've got money. Friends. Connections. Respect. And yet you still push people around, just because you can? Do you have any idea how fucked that is? Why can't you just be happy with what you have?"
A shocked Victoria attempted a few false starts at a rebuke, too confused by Max's sudden change in personality to formulate a coherent reply. Eventually her eyes narrowed. "Oh, fuck you Max. You think it's all easy? You have no idea what pressures I'm under. No, everything just comes easy for you. So fine. Fuck it. He's all yours, Max. I'm done."
"I-what? What the hell are you talking about?", was all Max could ask. Who's "he?" Who... Oh shit, was I actually onto something earlier today? Does she really does think I have a thing for Mr. Jefferson? Holy shit. "Victoria-are you talking about Mr. Jefferson?"
"Who else, Max? You've made it abundantly clear with your oh look at me I'm so modest manner towards Mark. And don't you dare say it hasn't worked. Ever since I broke it off between him and Rachel you're all he has eyes for."
Max was too bewildered to even respond to the accusation. This bitch... is actually crazy. Like she just walked out of an episode of 90210.
"Victoria. Stop. First: Jefferson and I are not, and will not, ever be a thing. Pretty sure my girlfriend would get crazy jealous, and it wouldn't shock me if she actually hulks out when sufficiently pissed off. Second: why the hell would I do that? You know Rachel is my friend, right?"
"Girlfriend? Wh-what?" Victoria stammered. "You're...?"
Max rolled her eyes, taking a seat on one of Victoria's available chairs. "Yeah. You even know her, I think. Chloe Price?"
"You're dating Price!?", Victoria blurted, apparently forgetting her desire to keep their tet-a-tet quiet. Boy, if half the dorm wasn't listening before, they sure are now.
"Yeah. Had you actually bothered to, I don't know, get to know me, or something, then you would know that. But you've been too far gone in your paranoid fantasy land. Me? And Mark? Gross, Victoria."
Collecting herself, Victoria stared at the floor. "Then who...", she muttered. "I-I thought you were the..."
"The what Victoria?" Max felt herself becoming impatient with this.
Victoria huffed. "I... I was just talking with Mark. I... made my move," she said with surrounding air quotes. "He... rejected me. He said I should be glad that he would pretend it never happened. And that... there was someone else. I figured that someone else-"
"Was me," Max finished. Jesus. This is so fucked up. At least, it explains a few things...
A silence fell between them, each unsure of how to continue.
"Listen, Max... I guess I was pretty shitty to you."
"Yes. You were."
"No need to get testy, Max. I'm trying to apologize here."
Max groaned internally. God, she can't even get an apology right. "Maybe I'm not the one you really need to apologize to. What about Rachel? Hell, what about Kate?"
"What about Kate," Victoria asked with true surprise in her voice.
"The fact that you are your minions are shitting on her every chance you get? Listen. Victoria. I know, somewhere, beneath all your layers of bullshit, there is a good person. So you want to do right by me? Apologize to Rachel. Stop being mean to Kate. And I'll forgive the whole photo stealing debacle. Like it never happened."
Victoria sniffled, pouted, and looked away, unable to meet Max's insane glare. Unwilling to let it go, Max closed the distance between them and held out her hand. "Victoria. For once, please, just do the right thing. Shake on it?"
Max could practically see the gears turning in Victoria's head as she processed the myriad of ways that this might be a trap. Finally, she took Max's hand in her own, giving a brief shake up and down.
"Thank you, Victoria. I forgive you about the blackmail."
"... I haven't even apologized yet, Max."
"Don't care. Honestly, Victoria, I just want this to be over with. I've got enough stress as it is with just school. Look, we don't have to be super best friends or anything. But I'm sure we could coexist just fine without all this cloak and dagger bullshit."
Victoria let out a calm breath, slowing coming to the acceptance that maybe this wasn't some sort of elaborate ruse. "Okay, Max. Let's... start new, alright?"
"Works for me, Victoria. I'll.. I'll see you in class tomorrow," Max concluded as she opened the door to leave. Behind which was a surprised Chloe, pressing her ears up into what was now empty space.
Victoria rolled her eyes. "Price."
"Chase," Chloe replied with a shameless grin.
Max forcefully pushed a snickering Chloe backwards, pulling Victoria's door shut behind her.