So Victoria Chase decided to skip class. She called up Frank and he came to get her in his RV. Pompidou showered her with dog kisses and saliva for a while, but then he got bored and went back to his dog bed.

"I'm not a chauffeur Vic!" Frank mumbled loud enough for her to hear as he clenched the wheel. He was fuming now, but she'd make it up to him by playing with Pompidou and gossip.

"And don't even think about gossiping with me when we get to the beach, I'm not your pal Nate… Or your photography teacher Mark Jefferson!" He instructed like he had read her mind. She was startled for a moment, but hid it behind Pompidou soft, bushy fur. She thought this was gonna be a 'quiet' ride. Alone with her thoughts… And the contemplation of sexting Kate.

"…Sigh! You can play with Pompidou for a bit until you get bored and your class is over- but that's it! This whole 'friendship' idea is done before it's even started. You're clingy kid~" Frank amused himself by talking and Victoria rolled her eyes as she gave a quick kiss to Pompidou, and sat up straight at the table in back.

"I'm sorry for the 'ordeal' Frankford, but I have important business to discuss with you!" Victoria sat as a professional with her thumbs pressed together on the table.

Frank made a turn into the beach parking lot and came to a gentle stop.

"I thought you were clean and into girls now~" He mused as he opened the door and ordered her to 'get up and get out.'

"Haha, that's original~" She teased as he got out Pompidou's favorite tennis ball and handed it to her as she exited the big RV. She snatched it from him giving him a 'I wouldn't even bang you if you asked me to idiot' look. Yeah, that look.

She could feel him rolling his eyes behind her back as Pompidou leapt down from his perch-ready to fetch the ball no doubt. She curled up to a ball herself, back against the hot RV, in the cooling breeze as she threw the ball against the chain-link fence and caught it in her palm.

Then she threw it towards the sandy shore. Pompidou barked and chased it.

"I don't know Frank, I liked guys until that dream I had last night. Now, I want to be a better person." Victoria stared straight around. Beyond the trees, and at the waves on the beach overlapping. Back and forth, one after the other. Her thoughts in the nostalgic silence and piece of mind were interrupted by the click of a cold one opening.

"It's about time I say!" Frank toasted to that- handing over a beer. She smirked and chuckled as she took it and they clinked the cans together before drinking to that. Yeah man~

"…What?! No sassy retort sport? Or our you a sore loser and ready to admit defeat!" He laughed as he chugged a big have of his soda. Or energy drink, or whatever. And she casually sipped on a Bud Lite.

"I'm doing this new thing where I don't talk about people behind their back~" She fiddled with the can and threw the tennis ball back with a hand.

"You saying my front is the same as my back~" Frank teased-sitting down cross-legged on the ground and nudging her with his shoulder. There was a lengthy silence as Victoria sipped in thought.

"Look Vic, I don't give a sh*t about you or Nathan. Don't smoke, do smoke, have sex with Warren~" He nudged her again and winked.

"Ew! Fuckin' yuck!" She shoved him back playfully and got up. She walked across the parking lot in brisk steps and picked up the ball. Pompidooarooni was now licking his chops. She crossed over the line to give the ball to Frank.

He extended his palm up and clutched it in his hand. Then he threw it back into the RV and Pompidou sprinted after it.

"Time to go Miss Chase~" He stood by the door and stooped down to curtsy. Vic gave him a hard stare and pushed him back against the vehicle.

" Good because I'm done talking!" She climbed the steps.

"That was almost hot~" He shut the door to drive her back to Blackwell and to Kate Marsh.

…..

Frank practically kicked her out of the vehicle and sped off safely- with Pompidou barking in protest. He wanted to play some more with his new friend. He didn't speed down the street but he did rush her out the door. She flipped him the bird as he left. Tweet, tweet. But it was behind the RV's back so only Pompidou saw it at best. And he will remember that.

She was a real lightweight, and was feeling the effects of that one beer. It wasn't much and she casually strolled down to her dorm room. Eyeing the school building, she kinda regretted skipping classes. She gulped and hoped Principal Wells wouldn't be on her ass about that.

She smiled a waved to Hayden- who was high and with his harem as usual. He almost laid on the grass with a girl in each arm- being baked. She was also nearly hit with a football as she entered her dorm area.

"Yo sorry Vic… Hey, why weren't you in class?!" Zac called clutching the ball. She smiled and waved. It was none of his effin business!

She sighed as she closed the dorm door and-acting on a whim-opened the bathroom door.

A face turned around to greet her with a puzzled expression.

"Oh uh hi Vic-

Victoria moved fast and grabbed that face. She kissed intensely until their lips parted. The other person leaned against the sink at first before taking her face in their own grasp. She practically slammed them against a wall as shit got for real.

Her lips moved downward toward the base of the neck and she sucked on it. The other person laughed. Letting out a little melodious chuckle that was so adorbs. Vic looked up and smiled.

She froze, it was Taylor.

"Oh God!" She drew backwards but Taylor took her by the shoulders and tried to kiss her again. She kissed her neck and nibbled on it.

"Wanna go to my room Victoria~" She mumbled lustfully as she scooted her lips across Vic's shoulder and was about to take off her cashmere.

Vic pushed her away again and Taylor stared at her stunned.

"What the fuck?! You came onto me… But if I'd known you liked girls, I would have made a move a long time ago~" Taylor tentatively touched her bottom lip as her tongue dove around them. She kept it on the upper lip.

"Hey, are you okay?!" Taylor ran to Victoria's side, but Victoria shoved her away and ran to a toilet.

Bleeeeeeeeeeeagh!

She threw up. This was a nightmare, she really shouldn't have skipped class and hung out with Frank. Perhaps then, she would've made out with the right person, Kate. Kate Marsh.

And to think, all this after a sip of one whole beer can.