A/N So I posted this on tumblr like a month ago but forgot to post it here oops.

The days following the party left a weird atmosphere in Blackwell. It was as if everyone was united by Kate's video, and not in a good way. Everywhere I walked people were standing in groups, heads bent over their phones. The giggling and comments such as 'I always knew that abstinence crap was bullshit.' and 'Who knew she was a bigger slut than Victoria?' made it very clear that Kate's sluttage was going viral. The worst of it was that in another time, another world even, I think I would have been making similar comments myself without a thought.

At first, I gritted my teeth and ignored them. It wasn't like it was even my business any more. I hadn't uploaded the video myself. Whatever Kate did or didn't do was not my fault. In fact, I was beginning to think that it was fate that Kate had to try to take her own life, and who was I to start messing with fate? I barely even knew Kate. I had no reason to care about the video.

I successfully managed to ignore the comments until Juliet called out to me. "Hey, Victoria! Have you seen this video?" Juliet was leaning against the wall, her head resting on it. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world and I swear there was a slight smirk on her face. Since she barely ever bothered to speak to me, it was almost like was gloating. She seemed to know that it had reason to bother me, even though there's no way.

"I don't need to see it. I was there."

"You should watch it though. It's kinda hilarious." She said with a chuckle.

"Aren't you, like, friends with Kate?"

"I was." Juliet shrugged. "But that was before I found out she's the world's biggest hypocrite. Besides, she was Dana's friend, not mine."

"Just stop spreading that video, okay?"

"Or what? I have a whole article based around this piece of gold."

"Or I'll make sure that the next video that goes viral in Blackwell has you in the starring role. You do realise Kate was drugged, don't you? I'm guessing so, since you seem to think you know everything."

"What?"

"This is where you apologise and go find an actual story for your paper. Which fyi, no one actually ever reads. "

Turning my back on Juliet, I stormed down the corridor, barging past a few groups of people as I did. I no longer heard any of their words. Everything was merging together, swimming around in my brain and giving me a major headache. However, as I continued to walk, with no particular location in mind, one conversation managed to make itself heard above all others.

"Nathan did what?"

"Shot Chloe Price in the girls bathroom. You know, that punk who got herself expelled? Blue hair, always swearing at the teachers and stuff? I think she used to hang around with the skater boys."

"Oh. Yeah, I know her. Is she okay?"

"I heard she's in intensive care. I don't know for sure though."

"Shit. What about Nathan?"

"I heard he shot himself afterwards."

"You're making stuff up again, aren't you? No way the police wouldn't be here."

"My guess is the Prescotts want this covered up. Everyone knows Sean Prescott has the cops wrapped around his little finger. Hell, he's related to half of them."

Honestly, I have no memory of the next few moments. I remember wanting to scream. I remember wanting to wake up and for the past few days to have been a crazy dream. I remember praying that really Nathan and I were holed up somewhere, high as kites, and it was all some fucked up drug induced hallucination.

What I don't remember is how or why I made my way to Maxine Caulfield.

"You have to rewind this. Now. This wasn't supposed to happen, no way. Nathan isn't meant to be dead. He can't be. I can't..." I dragged my fingers through my hair, pushing my fringe away from my eye. "Just fix this. Please." I never thought there would be a day where I would be begging Maxine Caulfield to do anything. The other way round, sure. In fact I sometimes used to fantasise about it.

"Victoria, I am so sorry it happened this way. I really am. But I can't do what you're asking me."

"Do you want me to beg? I guess I've asked for this, haven't I? Yes, I was a fucking bitch to you. I get it. You have no reason to do anything for me. But this is someone's life we're talking about." Desperate, I got down on my knees. "Go on, take a picture. Take a picture of Victoria Chase bowing down to the all powerful Maxine Caulfield. You know you want to." I said, with vehemence. I despised being in a position where Maxine held power over me. I would never have gotten down on my knees had it been for anything else, but this was for Nathan. I had to do it. "Please, Max. Please fix this."

"Oh geez." Max sighed before getting down on the floor with me. "Tori, you don't need to beg me. I have no love for Nathan, but he doesn't deserve to be dead. If I could, I'd find away to fix everything. My power's gone now though. This is how things are supposed to be."

"Oh." That was the first moment in which I realised Nathan was really gone. Up until then, I had thought it was something that could be altered. I had held on to some hope. I took in a couple of deep shaky breaths, trying to keep control of myself. It was never going to happen though. Somehow, don't ask me how, I ended up on Maxine's floor sobbing my heart out. She held me, and I just cried. I remember reading in the journal something about Maxine crying on my shoulders. I scoffed when I read it. Like I'd ever let that happen. But in that moment, I realised that everything in that journal had been true. Every thought. Every feeling. In that moment I realised that there's more to life than being queen bee in some shitty art college.

"Max, I should have helped him. I should have saved him. You know, returned the favour. I failed."

"Tori, you're not Wonder Woman. You're a teenager going to art school. I used to look at you and see this ... this cold person. i thought you didn't care about anything but yourself. For a while I thought you were the devil incarnate." Max paused, as though she didn't quite knw what she was going to say next. "I should never have given you that journal. It was selfish. I just couldn't handle being the only one who knew. I'm sorry."

"Maxine, what do we do about Kate?"

"I don't know. I don't have all the answers."

"When does it happen?"

"Tomorrow."