Okay peeps, like Victoria (you'll see) I don't know how the hell this happened, but it's done and I have no regrets. So… yeah…. Have some trashy smut.

Also, thanks Blamethebluebirds. Thanks for being such an incredible human being. You're always lovely, helpful and inspiring. One day you'll accept this.


How? HOW?

That's the point. How did this happen?

I'm standing in the middle of Max's room, looking at her with one hand resting in my hip. It doesn't matter how hard I think about it, I don't how this has happened. How did I get to this point? What am I doing here? Why is my chest so heavy now that I have Max in front on me? Why can't I stop feeling furious about Max being with the blue haired girl? Why do I want Sad Face to be mine? Me, Victoria Chase. With Max Caulfield…

WHY? This is a really bad joke.

The tension between us is almost palpable. Is this sexual tension? I don't know. I'm just trying to think about the facts and leave those questions for later because this situation is blowing my mind. For now I know we're dangerously close, my breathing is quite heavy and my mind's raging due to what it seems to be jealousy.

"Whatwereyoudoingwiththatgirl?" I ask her speaking too fast. I hope my word vomit doesn't show my nervousness.

"Why do you care?" Replies Max in a defensive tone.

I breathe deeply to relax before speaking again.

"Just say it already." I answer trying really hard to sound calmed.

"She's just a friend." She retorts crossing her arms.

"What kind of friend?" I demand impatiently.

Her previous answer doesn't satisfy me, and I'm not backing up till I'm satisfied. Although I don't really know where do I want to get with all this.

"What do you mean exactly?" She asks me looking genuinely confused.

Before I can think about it, I cover the space between us and push her until her back hits the door using my own body. Her breathing is as heavy as mine. My arms, I need to do something with my arms. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head while I lean close enough to have us breathing the same air.

"What. Kind. Of. Friend." I say emphasizing each word.

"Eh? I-I… I…. I don't know… The kind of friend that is a friend?" Max stammers blushing deeply.

I readjust my body so my breasts are pressing her chest and I force my right leg in between hers. While I do it, I move my hands so I can pin both her wrists with one of them, moving the one that is now free to Max's hair. I gently fist my hand in her hair. She replies to the pressure I apply with my thigh by writhing against me.

"You know I always get what I want." I say tracing her lips with my eyes.

"O-Okay…" She barely babbles, with her face looking like a tomato.

"And I hate you." I state clenching my fist harder. "But I want you." I whisper pulling Max's head closer to mine and locking eyes with her.

Max lets out all the air she has left in her lungs the second I say it. I take her silence and that heavenly hot sound as an invitation to take what belongs to me, her everything.

I playfully lick my lips holding her gaze, leaning closer to her face until my lips are almost brushing hers. Max's pale blue eyes are drilling mines and her hot breath is hitting my wet lips. I can feel her body shaking, but I know what I want, and I know what to do to make her stop shaking. Eventually.

My eyebrow rises a little as a silent question. Her body movements are completely inviting me to go ahead, as she's been unconsciously jerking her hips against my thigh. My body movements are completely suggesting I need her closer, even though there's practically no space in between our bodies.

She closes her eyes and softly crushes her lips with mines. I waste no time in deepening the kiss, unpinning her wrists and moving my arms to her waist so I can pull her closer to my body.

I don't know how much experience she has in this, but I have enough. I capture her lower lip with my teeth and lick it with the tip of my tongue. She moans in my mouth to the contact and I take the opportunity to dig my tongue in her mouth. She strokes my hair and pulls my head closer so I can kiss her deeper.

Max's hands wander through my back and I slip mines inside her tee so I can actually caress her skin. Oh god, her skin's so soft… I move one of my hands to her butt and grab it with rather force while our tongues wrestle hungrily.

She lets out a louder moan when I grab her ass, but she moves her head and breaks the kiss to breathe. I'm not ready to let her separate from me, so I take the opportunity to tease her by running my tongue all the way up her neck. I lick her skin with deliberate slowness until I reach her earlobe. I make sure my breath hits her ear softly before I capture her earlobe with my teeth and suck it.

This is getting serious, but if I'm doing this, I'm doing this right. I remove my leg from her crotch and return my mouth to her face, digging my tongue deep in her mouth again. Wet sounds keep coming out due to the battle our tongues are fighting inside our mouths, both of us letting out soft moans.

I lift her by pulling her body up from her butt and she encircles my waist with her legs, scratching my back with her short nails. I press Max's body harder against mine and I move us to the bed, placing her back on the mattress so that I rest on top of her. She can't help putting her hands inside my blouse and scratching my skin now. Her tongue, her hands and the way she thrusts her crotch against my pelvis are completely driving me crazy.

I break the kiss only to run my tongue all the way down her neck to her collarbone. Once I get there, I gently bite her skin, taking some with my teeth and sucking it hard enough to gift her a possessive hickey. She gasps, reaching for some air.

"Oh my god." It's all she manages to say.

"Fuck." It's all I manage to exhale against her skin.

This is too hot.

"Fuck what? What's going on Vicky?" I hear a voice coming from my right.

Mhm? I blink and I'm not in Max's room anymore. I'm in my car, holding the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white. It suddenly dawns on me I've been daydreaming about fucking Sad Face.

Seriously? This… I… NO. Just, no. No, no, no. I mean, no. Never. I wasn't daydreaming about kissing fucking Hipster. Also, I don't like her. Plus, I'm not jealous of Blue Trash. On top of it, those kisses weren't even hot. Not that I was daydreaming about kissing her. No.

I hate Loserlfield. I hate her everything bullshit. Who has a Polaroid as a main camera in 2013? I know whom, fucking Max Caulfield. Who's always trying to be nice and help people? I know whom, fucking Max Caulfield. I hate the way she babbles when she talks. I hate her sudden fascination for her shoes when I stare at her. I hate the sound of her laugh and I also hate those damn cute freckles she has all over her face…

NO! Not cute. I meant lame. Those lame freckles.

A shriek escapes from my mouth and I hit the steering wheel to alleviate the frustration I'm holding inside.

And then, jealous? Me? I'm Victoria Meribeth Chase. I'm not jealous of anyone. If so, I'm jealous of myself for being so flawless. I could take a dump classier than Blue Trash. That girl thinks she's a badass, but she's the worst shit in this town. I remember her being glued to Rachel's ass. Like, she doesn't even have personality. She's just… Ugh!

What was Max doing with her anyway? Are they together? They can't be together. Hipster's too lame to hang out with that scum…. What if they're together? Like, together together.

Another shriek escapes from my mouth. This one louder.

I look away through the window and bite the knuckles of my left hand to suppress the urge of start hitting the gas pedal again. I don't want Taylor to throw up inside the car and spoil the seats. She's looking white as a sheet and hasn't said a word since my rage meltdown after seeing fucking Thelma and Louise.

I'm feeling uncomfortable, so I move my body and accommodate it on the driver's seat.

Oh…

Moving wasn't a good idea… I just realized my pants are, well… They are… They're wet….

Did I piss my pants? Yes. Must be that. I'd rather piss my pants than be wet because of Lamefield. That's simply unlikely to happen.

Damn… God Damn. I can fool everyone else, but I can't fool myself. That dream made me horny. My cheeks are burning so much I could fry an egg on them right now. I start fanning myself with one hand because I can't even.

"Victoria why are you blushing so hard?" Courtney suddenly asks me. Was she looking at me all this time?

"W-What?" I murmur, still fanning my face.

Her eyes flick open as she speaks. "O-M-G. You were daydreaming!"

"I wasn't daydreaming!" I aggressively deny.

"You can't hide it, Vicky. Who were you thinking of?" She says furrowing her eyebrows with a smirk on her face.

I'll just make up something so she shuts the fuck up already. I know Courtney and she's not going to let it go.

"I was thinking about Ma-AAike. MIKE." I barely correct myself. Oh God, I can't think straight.

Courtney narrows her eyes. "Mike what?"

I nervously look at everything inside the car, but I can't find anything compelling enough as a name. I drop my eyes and see the pedals. It could work.

"Mike uh… Gas. Mike Gas." I say looking away.

"That's funny. I've never heard of a Mike Gas at our school." Courtney replies.

Well, it didn't work.

"It's not my fault you have fish memory. You're like that stupid fish in that stupid Disney movie." I yelp in frustration.

"Sure Vic." She says pursing her lips.

"I'm feeling sick…" Taylor's weak voice comes from the back of the car.

Courtney and I look at each other first, and then we turn our heads to Taylor. I accidentally mirror the movement of my head with the steering wheel and the car moves to the right abruptly. That makes Taylor retch. I correct the movement of the car and hope she holds her shit together till I can stop.

"Victoria, stop the car." Courtney says with her eyes wide open.

"I can't stop here." I reply, starting to sweat.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up…" Taylor tilts her head and covers her mouth with one hand.

Please, not inside the car… Not inside my convertible….

"Taylor, I'm seriously warning you, if you dare spoiling the seats I'll make you lick them till they're spotless."

"Euh! That's gross!" Courtney cries slapping my arm.

"Euh, that's gross." I imitate her voice. "You're gross!" I spit out with my eyes on the rear mirror, looking at Taylor.

"Stop the car now!" Courtney demands vigorously.

"I CAN'T STOP THE CAR HERE!" I yell.

"She's going to throw up!" She cries pointing at Taylor with her hand.

Courtney huffs angrily, grabs the steering wheel and pulls it to the right. I slap her hand and straighten the car up, but she shrieks in anger and grabs the steering wheel again, pulling it to the right with more force now. We fight for the control of the steering wheel for a couple of seconds while the car zigzags around.

"Oh my god…" Taylor manages to say. She's pale as a ghost.

"Not inside the fucking car!" I screech, blindly pushing her head with one arm so she moves to the window.

That wasn't the smartest movement to make, cause it seems like I've opened Pandora's box. The inertia makes Taylor slip to the door and she starts puking with violence to the outside. I'm glad I own a convertible.

Courtney realizes what's going on and begins squealing like a stuck pig. She grabs her purse and starts hitting my arm with it. I start screaming too, covering my head with my arm.

"Bitch! You're hitting me with the Fendi I gave you as a present!" I bark.

"This is all your fault!" Courtney shouts.

I slow down while Courtney keeps yelling and hitting me with the purse, finally stopping the car in the right side of the road. Taylor's still like an open faucet, throwing up at least what she ate yesterday.

With the car completely stopped, Taylor opens the door and collapses to her knees trying to get out. I watch her movements and feel incredibly sorry for her. She doesn't look like she's having the time of her life.

There's another bottle of water in the glove box, so I open it, grab the bottle and go to Taylor's side. Before handling it to her, I put some water in my hand and spread it on her neck so she feels a little bit better. Taylor mutters a soft thank you.

I refuse to look at the car. I don't want to see the mess.

"I'm sorry Victoria. I'll clean it later." Says Taylor wiping the tears from her face.

I don't want to make her feel worst, so I do my best to cheer her up. "Oh, shut up, Tails. Are you feeling any better?"

"I think so… Not that I have any food left in my body to throw up though." She says looking really embarrassed.

"Come on, we're just a mile away from Blackwell. Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll order sushi for lunch after classes." I reply pinching her cheek with my fingers.

"Thanks Vicky." Says Taylor staring at my feet.

"You're not covered in puke, are you?" I separate a little to check her outfit and giggle.

That makes Taylor giggle too. I hug her softly to show her some support. Unfortunately, I remember the paint incident very well and I know how bad it is to feel vulnerable. Max had the opportunity of laughing at me, but she didn't take it. Of course she would've paid for it, but what matters is that she didn't do it. I guess smashing someone when they show weakness is very easy…

I tap Taylor's head with affection. "Alright bitch, let's go."

We get into the car and I see Courtney sitting in the front seat with her arms crossed. She didn't even bothered getting out of the car to help Taylor. Why is she so mad anyway? Now that I think about what just happened I really think it was hilarious.

"Oh come on, Courtney! It was actually really funny." I say to her bursting into laughter.

"It was funny indeed. I've puked rainbows back here." Taylor backs me up.

Courtney giggles to her comment, quickly joining my laugh. So does Taylor.

We cover the mile left to Blackwell laughing our heads off with the sun warming our cheeks. If it weren't for my abused face I'd have Courtney take a selfie of us to remember the day Taylor almost puked rainbows inside my convertible.

It's only when we get to Blackwell Academy that reality hits me in the face and I force myself to think about all the events. These days are super awkward, but at least we have each other's backs. I guess I'm losing my temper too much lately…

Maybe I should stop bitching about everyone so aggressively. It's good to remind people I'm the Queen of this place, but I'm not that mean. I don't know if I want to keep pushing people away with nasty comments, like I did before with Marsh by reminding her about the video. That doesn't mean I'm going to dramatically change the way I act. I am who I am, and I'm not going to change for anyone. But perhaps relaxing a little bit my attitude would be good for me. After all, I spend the days on the alert, and yes, sometimes I overreact. I'm not trying to justify myself, but I bet nobody could handle the pressure I have to deal with. My parents, the Vortex Club, my social status, Nathan's threats and abuses, Caulfield…

In fact, what about that dream? It doesn't make sense. I'm not making sense. I was supposed to kiss her yesterday because I had to record that video for Nathan and I didn't want her to be close to me. Not in past tense, I actually don't want her to be close to me. So, why is my mind doing this to me? I just don't want her to get hurt… For whatever reason. Well, she didn't make fun of me, and she stopped Nathan when he tried to hit me in the classroom before. That's a good point, isn't it? This is so confusing it's giving me a headache. I don't think I can find the answers for all the questions I have about her and about my behavior towards her. At least not right now.

Also, I'm worried about Nathan… I don't want to involve my dear minions in this difficult situation with him, but I also guess I need some support. Max knows something about everything that's going on, and she probably can help me dealing with Nathan. I'd rather do things myself, but I'm starting to feel trapped and anxious. I just hope trusting Hipster's a safe bet, or I'm going to be really fucked up. I mean, even more than I already am.

I was digging so deep in my mind I didn't realize I've already parked the car and my girls are outside waiting for me to get out. We still have some classes left and I already want to call it a day. I put the top up, get out and walk with them to the main building.


I apologize for all the mistakes this chapter could have. I really don't have time to go through it a zillion times to correct them all right now. I'd be super glad if anyone could beta read the future chapters, to be honest.