Even though I was standing a good ten feet away from her, I could still feel the aroma of b*tchiness radiating from her. She was sitting on the the steps leading to the girl's dorm and for a second I thought of how nice she'd look if any accident were to occur to her, like if paint spilled on her. Unfortunately, I actually had to approach her so in preparation I located the nearest trash can just in case I needed to hurl afterwards.
"Victoria." I called out, walking up to her. Her expression changed almost instantly to one of hostility and disgust.
"What are you doing here?"
"I thought I would take a nice troll around Blackwell. It is a very nice day."
"You were expelled." She pointed out.
"Your point?"
"I'm getting security." She jumped up, making her towards Skip, who's been acting, very loyally, like he couldn't see me since I got here.
"Are you sure about that? I am here for you after all." This caught her attention as she froze. A smirk couldn't help but make its way across my face.
"What?"
"I'm here on behalf of Frank, do you remember him?" I didn't give her time to respond before continuing. "Well, let me refresh your memory, you owe him. So pay up." I stuck out my hand.
"F*ck you ." She slapped my hand away. "I don't owe you or your weirdo friend anything. Besides last time I talked to you, you drugged me." I was very tempted to point out that technically she drugged herself but instead just offered my sweetest, and not at all smug, smile.
"Fine, have it your way. I gotta warn you though, next time Frank will come himself or send one of his less pleasant friends to collect for him."
"Are you threatening me?" She glared at me.
"Don't flatter yourself, Victoria." I scoffed. "I'm just warning you." I gave her one last smug smile before walking away.

Just as I was about to get in my truck, my phone started ringing; it was Rachel. "Shouldn't you be resting?" I asked, smiling.
"As you can probably tell from my very energetic tone, I've had enough rest. Can you come over?"
"I don't know. I'm kinda busy." I did have to meet Frank.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top."
"I hate cherries."
"Come on, Chloe, don't you want to hang out with your very amazing best friend?"
"Have you ever realised how whenever we hang out something goes wrong? Forest fires, stabbings, and the Tempest."
"Hey, you loved being in the Tempest, you even said so yourself."
"You can't hold me responsible for anything I said that night, I was still high from the buzz I got from the Victoria fiasco."
"Are you coming or not?"
"Yeah, see you soon." Oh well, Frank has always been a patient man.

Rachel's house was quiet without the District A**hole around. I kinda liked it.
"Chloe, it's so nice to see you." Mrs Amber greeted me when she opened the door. Even with all the crap she found out about her husband, she still managed to smile. I guess as long as Rachel's safe, she's happy. Goes to show you don't have to share blood with someone to love them. "Rachel's in her room."
"Thanks." I ascended the stairs but not before pausing to glance at Mr. Amber's office.  I knocked before entering Rachel's room, even punks have manners. At least around the people they can actually tolerate. Rachel was sitting in her bed, phone in hand. She looked MUCH better than she did in the hospital.
"So, Chloe, can I ask you a question?" She put her phone down.
"Hmm?"
"Why were you hassling Victoria for drug money?"
"Uh... what?"
"If you're gonna play innocent, then you should really hide the cash sticking out of you pocket a little better." I instinctively reached for my pocket only to remember that I left the money in my truck. I looked up to find Rachel smirking. "You gonna tell me or what?"
"I plead the fifth?"
"Fine, don't tell me." She stood up, wincing a little bit.
"Should you really be getting out of bed?"
"Chloe, I was stabbed in the arm not diagnosed with terminal cancer." She rolled her eyes before taking out something from her draw.
"What's that?" I asked, gesturing at the piece of paper in her hand.
"Why should I tell you?" She teased.
"Because you're giving me the look."
"What look?"
"The one you give before you convince me to do something crazy."
"Then what are you so worried about? Hasn't someone already convinced you to do something crazy today?"
"I was doing a favor and it wasn't crazy."
"A favor for who? Wait, don't tell me. Frank?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"If you already figured it out, why'd you ask?"
"Wanted to see if you were going to try to hide it from me or not." She walked over to her bed and sat back down.
"I wasn't trying to hide it, I just didn't think you needed to know."
"Chloe, if this week taught me anything is that secrets are toxic. I don't want the people I care about to keep things from me, especially not you."
"Fair enough." I shrugged. "The paper?"
"It's a poster for a vortex party." She flipped it around.
"Sure is. Why do you have it?"
"It's for next week. I'm thinking of attending, I wanna show everyone that I'm okay."
"Alright. I still don't see where I come in- oh, I get it. I'm your plus one, aren't I?"
"Who better to take to a party than Chloe Price, right?" She smiled.
"That's something you and Frank have in common."
"What?"
"You don't seem to understand the meaning of the word "EXPELLED"."
"No one's going to care. It'll be fun, I promise."
"Fine, but I need some cash first."
"Why?"
"So I can buy weed from Frank. If I'm going to some bullsh*t party held in the place that kicked me out, I'm going to be high."
"But what if you're Prince Charming is there? Do you really wanna meet him high?"
"The last guy who wanted to be my "Prince Charming" is the reason your house needs better security. Besides, I'm done dating. Forever."
"Hey, are you okay?" Rachel was looking at me with a concerned expression.
"Long week." I sighed.
"Tell me about it." She placed the paper down and threw something at me. Since I lack lightning fast reflexes, I had to peel the thing off from my face.
"What's this?" I held the thing up.
"Your pjs. You're staying over." She stated.
"Do I have choice?" She gave me the look. Not the "let's jump off a bridge" look but the one I mentioned earlier. I seriously couldn't wait until her arm healed so she'd stopped using it.

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