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Victoria Chase x Reader
Summary: A reason for me to release my burning detestation for one Chloe Price. AKA Y/n and Chloe getting into an altercation for Victoria’s entertainment.
Warnings: Swearing, violence (if you squint), Rachel and Victoria actually getting along and a lot of fucking dialogue.
I'm sitting in my maths lesson next to Vic just like any other lesson, and she's doing her usual thing: picking at her nails and finding something to judge somebody on and laugh about it later. She does this when she's bored, which is pretty much all the time now that she's back in school after a summer break.
Her eyes finally land on me and she gives me a mocking smile before picking up her pencil and beginning to doodle on her desk. Her doodles are always the same: a squiggly line followed by a bunch of dots. I think it's meant to be her signature or something, it's so cursive it's unreadable.
"So, what did you get up to?" Vic asks, referencing my going MIA since the start of the day. "You were gone for ages."
"Nothing," I say quickly, knowing she'll keep pestering until I tell her.
She attempts to examine me again as she continues to draw her squiggly lines with her usual resting bitch face planted on her face.
My phone buzzes and I pull it out from my pocket. It's a text message.
"Who's that?" She interrogates in a sharp tone.
"Why are you so far up my ass today?" I shoot back, not getting a chance to read the text, "Seriously, you're so far up, I wouldn't be surprised if you crawled out my mouth with the answer."
"No need to be so crude about it." She huffs, leaning back in her chair. Her focus returns back to the teacher in front of us, arms crossed, clearly trying to hint to me that I've annoyed her.
I raise my phone, reading the text from Justin.
Justin: Hey, wanna go see a movie tonight?
The words stare me right in the face, but I can't help but feel unsure about this. Does he really want to hang out, or is it just another move to try and gain my attention? The guy's cool and all, but I guess I'm just not into him.
"Ew, what the fuck, Y/n? Him? Really? He stinks like all the time of a sewage system and has been high since birth." Victoria scolds me in my ear after reading the text.
"Do you ever stop?" I roll my eyes, sliding my phone back into my pocket, choosing to ignore Justin.
"Well, what do you expect? I've had a dull day, you disappeared so I had nobody to rant to, and now you're all about math and Justin. I need something to feast on, that whore Dana hasn't had any scandals recently, Max is getting snarkier-"
"Victoria, please." I breathe out as my hand covers her mouth, "You can rant to me later, full-blown rant. Hell, I'll even let you hit me if you want. Just, shut your fucking trap for the next 20 minutes." I request, not gaining a straight answer from the blonde.
I only receive an eye roll, a bitch face and "Un-fucking-believable." She scoffs.
This isn't the first time Vic has done shit like this. We're really close, and that's completely cool until she gets hugely irritating. She knows it too, but for some reason, she keeps doing it.
The next twenty minutes consist of me doing the work, and Victoria trying her best to prove she's ignoring me. It's pretty funny until you realise you must deal with the consequences later.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You've got a cut!" Victoria screeches loudly once I have put down my pen, causing the whole class to turn their attention to us. I look down to see a small scratch along the side of my finger.
"It's a paper-cut, I'll live," I mumble to her, getting an annoyed sigh from her in return.
"I'll take you to the nurse, come on." She states, raising me up from my seat by my forearm.
The teacher observes the whole event, witnessing Vic encouraging me to leave the room, "Victoria, I don't think that'll be necessary.".
"No, it is completely necessary, Y/n tends to faint when encountered with blood." She lies, lies incredibly, sometimes I wonder how she learnt to lie so well.
"What? No-" She nudges me in the ribs, immediately giving me an idea of what she was doing, "Yeah, Miss I don't feel too good."
Using a slow nod of her head and a slow exhalation, Ms Miller allows us to go to the nurse. Leaving the classroom, she drags me to the courtyard.
"Twenty minutes have passed since I last checked." She states with one raised eyebrow as if she was expecting something from me.
"You couldn't wait till the lesson was over?" I asked.
"No," Victoria snorts, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, Victoria is infamous for her short patience... Amongst many other things.
"Hold on," Her eyes drift elsewhere for a moment, "This will be perfect."
She leads me over to the parking lot, predatory eyes still on its prey. "What exactly are we doing?"
"Oh, you'll love this. We will love this. I will love this." She smirks, not bothering to look me in the eyes.
"Hey, Carrie!" Her perfectly practised fake-smile aimed across the parking lot, catching the attention of a certain blue-haired bitch that boils my blood.
"No, Victoria," I grumble, not in the mood for the girl's antics.
She strolls over to the rusty yellow truck horrendously parked across 2 spaces, giving me no choice but to follow. She chats with Chloe for a couple of minutes, the conversation filled with backhanded comments.
"Oh hey, Y/n. Didn't see you there." Chloe says, her voice teasing.
To put it softly - I fucking hate the whore.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, wasn't looking too hard," I respond with a shrug, forcing a smile on my face.
"Oh, really, well maybe you should've been a little more interactive with the conversation me and your tall girlfriend had going on."
Victoria could see the infuriation the blue-haired girl brought out in me, oh and she loved every second of it.
"Maybe, I don't tend to find dropouts very interesting."
"So, what brings you here today?" Victoria cuts in smoothly, the way she puts people off balance is amazing.
"Meeting Rachel, she should be here in a minute," Chloe answers, Vic's face dropping at the mention of the drama student's name.
"Lovely." She rolls her eyes for like the 10th time today.
"What about you, L/n? Not been kicked out yet? We could be good friends."
"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you," I chuckle.
"Come on Y/n, you know I'm a friend of the world. You'll never meet a better person." She blatantly lies. Even her voice crawls under my skin and makes me want to rip it off and put it into a shredder.
"Debatable." I retort sarcastically, folding my arms.
"Don't be like that, Y/n/n. Cheer up."
"Shut up already, I'm sure you've damaged my ears," I groan then turning to Victoria, ", no like seriously. Is there blood gushing out my ears?"
Chloe furrows her eyebrows, "Excuse me?" she squeaks, not expecting such rudeness.
"I said shut up, you know, for medical reasons," I smile, feeling the familiar rage building inside me.
"That's cute, maybe Icky Vicky here can get all nurse on you." She pokes, laughing at her own words while Victoria flushes red.
"Yeah, too bad Rachel doesn't like you enough to do that to you." I spit out, making her smile sweetly.
Her eyebrow arches, "Oh, really?" Blue bitch looks around, spotting her friend approaching. "Speaking of."
"Hello, Chloe... and friends!" Rachel greets her with a bright smile.
It goes silent for a moment, Victoria blushing like a maniac, Chloe and I glaring at one another and Rachel standing in the middle of it all. She slowly shuffles toward the taller blonde, "What's going on?" She questions.
"Just let it play out, you know how they are." She answers, all their dislike for each other put to one side.
The mute environment comes to an end when Chloe bites, "So how's it feel failing at literally everything."
"Familiar, really. I think I'm starting to turn into somebody I know." I snarl.
Chloe opens her truck door and hops out, now standing about four feet away from me.
"You know what? I don't think I can be nice anymore. Maybe it's time I'm not so nice." Chloe states in an attempt to scare me.
"Oh God, Rachel catch me, I think I'm gonna faint." I joke, pretending to lose balance "Please, I've met toddlers scarier than you."
Rachel and Victoria look between each other, their faces ready and eager for Chloe and me to continue. "Hah!" Price cheers, "Finally, you've met someone your own height." She looks down at me, the single inch she has over me giving her the biggest ego boost of the century. We bite and snap at each other back and forth, while the two blondes spectating watch intently.
Rachel whispers, "You think one of them's going to act." Not daring to drag her eyes away from the interaction.
"Sure of it," Victoria smirks.
At some point during our chat, things may have gone too far. Too far being Chloe falling up against her rusty ass truck door holding her jaw.
She uselessly shouts threats, as Rachel drags her off to the side and Victoria doing the same with me. The blonde walks me through the courtyard just as she did earlier, all until we were almost back at the dorms. "I'm feeling a lot less dull now, thank you."
All I feel is pure confusion with a hint of anger and a slightly aching knuckle left over from the previous encounter. She opens her dorm room door and lets us both inside, the two of us taking a seat on her couch.
"She's such a self-absorbed bitch!" I groan, storming in, my hands shooting up to my head to massage my temples. Victoria drags my arm down from my face so she can look at me, "Well, did it release any pent-up anger?"
"No, actually. If anything, it set fire to a forest of anger inside of me." I wave my arms for dramatic effect.
She remains quiet due to her plan not working, knowing fully well the interaction was not for my benefit. The silence now left me to my own thoughts, thinking of every possible outcome of the situation. "Blue-haired tramp thinks she can talk like that to me." I think out loud.
"I know," Vic smirks. "Rachel and I both thought it was very hot."
I shake my head, chuckling softly. "You're sick, you know that right?"
"I am, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She laughs, putting her legs under herself and sitting upright.
"Well, I'm glad you agree at least because I'm not letting her near me again." I groan, the mere thought of the dropout making me want to throw up.
"Good, neither am I. That bitch has no fucking respect for anyone."
We lean back into the couch, enjoying the peaceful environment and letting everything sink in. It does feel nice, especially after a stressful day- ahem- 15 minutes.
"So, how about Justin? Are you going to go?" She asks as though she was doubting something.
"No, I wasn't in the first place."
"Good." She states, her confidence returning to its natural state.
"Why is that good?"
"Because you're mine, and I like having you to myself."
"Good," I repeat her single-worded answer, with a smirk.
Minutes go by, though each second feels like an hour, Victoria's head has found itself on my shoulder and I've folded my legs so that I'm sitting on them.
"I don't know why you bother, you only like me when I'm being a selfish asshole." She taunts, smiling at the thought of me being hers.
"You know what they say, 'You can't keep a good woman down'." I let out a small laugh.
"Oh, you're so original." She teases, crossing her arms and giggling.
"Hey, don't get pressed because I'm right." I joke, stroking my hand through her short, blonde hair.
"Ugh, don't start using lines like that."
"Like what?"
"Don't play dumb, it really doesn't suit you." Her eyebrow raises as her brain thinks of the perfect guilt-trip
to use on me, "Maybe you're stinky little boyfriend will enjoy it."
"Boyfriend?" I repeat the word, making sure it sounds foreign coming out of my mouth. "I thought I told you I never responded to his message."
"Yes, boyfriend." She answers my first confusion, "And- Shut up." She says, leaning back into me and pressing her lips against my mouth. Her tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, teasingly, before she pulls away.
She giggles when I lean forward to continue the kiss, "Oh no." She purrs.
"None of that, definitely not after that little stunt you pulled earlier."
"But you fucking started it," I argue.
"Okay, and?"
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