Chapter One: The Delivery Girl
Victoria’s POV - Victoria's Room - 6:30pm
I slam the door to my room, huffing as I aggressively kick off my shoes. They land in an untidy heap in the middle of the floor, not that I care much now. I have more pressing matters to attend to.
What a fucking day.
I pace the length of my room, unable to stop myself from shaking with unadulterated rage.
“Who the fuck does that Rachel Amber bitch think she is?” I angrily question aloud as I flop down on the couch, seething over Rachel’s blatant lack of respect. This wasn’t the first time Rachel had disrespected me, but this time is the final straw. I lean my elbow on the arm of my couch and prop my chin on my hand, sighing in exasperation.
“I don’t get why everyone is so fixated on her. She’s nothing special,” I mumble into my hand irritably, “Mark…Mr Jefferson doesn't give a shit about her. She's trying too hard and it is so pathetic.”
Everything about Rachel Amber rubs me up the wrong way. She acts like she is so much better than everyone else, but I know that she’s been slutting it up with literally everyone in Arcadia Bay. Maybe it's time to get some photo proof. I bet that would ruin her spotless reputation.
I can’t help but smirk at the thought of her being knocked down a peg or two.
I need to show that bitch who is Queen around here…me.
I grab one of the well-read magazines from my coffee table and flick through it, however am unable to focus.
God. I need to arrange a meetup with Taylor and Courtney, stat.
I grab my phone from my pocket and start typing furiously.
Victoria: Hey whores, need an angry vent session right now! Get your asses over here!
Almost immediately a high-pitched beep fills the air, signalling I have a message.
Courtney: Be over in a minute
Sweet T: Sure, I'll be right over. Can we order pizza? I haven't eaten yet :)
I roll my eyes and sigh. Normally I point blank refuse to let people eat in my room, but with Taylor and Courtney I sometimes make an exception. Besides, Taylor would only moan and bitch about how hungry she is if I said no.
I need to get this out of my system right now and can’t wait for her to eat first.
Victoria: Whatever, just move it losers
I shove my phone back in my pocket and tap my fingers impatiently on my leg.
They had better get here in less than two minutes.
I take the magazine again and mindlessly skim through it while I wait. My mind wanders back to that stupid bitch Rachel Amber, causing my jaw to tighten and a scowl to form on my face. I glance at my phone, seeing no new messages.
Where the hell are those two?
As if on cue, there is a loud knock.
“Yes?” I question aggressively.
If it isn’t Taylor and Courtney, I don’t want to know. I have little patience right now for anyone else.
“It's us,” a familiar voice calls through the door. I get up from the couch and pace over to the door. I throw it open, placing a hand on my hip.
“About fucking time,” I scold, “Well, get in here then.”
I step aside and let them into my room. They make their way over to my bed and perch themselves on the edge.
“I'll just order the pizza,” Taylor says as she takes out her phone and punches in the number.
“You haven't already? Hurry up then,” I sigh. Taylor looks up from her phone and tilts her head curiously, “Do you want anything?”
I frown at her question and give her a reprimanding glare, “Uh, no. Why would I? I don't like pizza, you should know that.”
“Ok, I was just checking. They don't just do pizza, you know,” Taylor protests weakly, holding up her hands in defeat. I wave away her comment dismissively with my hand.
“Like, whatever. Just get it over and done with before I change my mind.”
“I can't believe it. Rachel is such an attention whore,” Taylor remarks.
I cross my arms and smirk smugly, “Tell me about it. Poor Mark, he must be so embarrassed for her, that's why he is playing along. It's obvious he is uncomfortable with it.”
“You are so right, Victoria. She is such a bitch,” Courtney agrees eagerly.
Of course Taylor and Courtney are going to agree with me, they always do. Not that I care why they are, because I know I'm right.
I casually brush the fringe of my blonde pixie cut out of my eyes, “We need to show her who is the Alpha bitch here, and it's certainly not her.”
“What did you have in mind?” Taylor asks.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Taylor beams and claps her hand excitedly, “That must be the pizza. Thank God, I was about to starve any second. Victoria, can you go answer the door?”
I give her a questioning look, “And why should I do that?”
She smiles charmingly and gives me a puppy dog look, “Please, pretty please.”
I rub my temples and exhale deeply, “You owe me bitch.”
Taylor thanks me, grinning appreciatively as I drag myself off of the bed and walk over to the door.
She had better make this up to me.
I yank open the door abruptly and stare in disgust at the girl standing before me, “What?”
The girl jumps at my aggressive tone, almost dropping the pizza on the floor. She manages to grab it just in time. She brushes the stray strands of brown hair out of her worried blue eyes and bites her lip nervously.
“Uh…I…I'm here to delivery pizza,” she stutters anxiously.
Oh great. Why couldn't they have sent someone with some actual style to deliver this?
I hold out my hand expectantly in her direction. She carefully balances the pizza box on my hand. I place it on my table, then turn back to her, “How much?”
She looks down at the floor timidly due to my stern gaze and clears her throat, “Um…” she mumbles as she fumbles around with the receipt.
I shake my head and scoff, “Oh my god. You don't know. Useless.”
The girl nervously rubs the back of her neck and glances apologetically at me.
“S…sorry. It's my first day.”
I roll my eyes at her pathetic excuses.
“Like I care.”
She swallows hard and blushes from my mockery. I give her a once over while she scans the receipt for the cost.
She is so flustered. It's kind of cute…NOPE. You did not just think that Victoria. A Chase would never find a trashy hipster attractive.
I grimace at my thought as she finally looks up triumphantly at me.
Not her freckles or big blue doe-like eyes that look terrified right now or the way her lips are slightly parted. Definitely not how that uniform looks on her…and how it would look even better on my floor…
I shake this image violently out of my head.
Shit Victoria. Get it together. Damn it, am I blushing?
I look away and nonchalantly hand over $20. The girl blindly searches around for change.
“Shit!” she exclaims as she drops the change, the coins clattering to the floor.
“Just how clumsy can you be?”
Her shoulders hunch over at my harsh tone.
She bends down and fumbles around for the coins. I stare down at her as she tries to gather everything together.
I quite like this view. Her scrambling around on the floor at my feet. I could get used to it.
She stands up and hands over the money and receipt, her soft hands brush against mine lightly as she does so.
“Here,” she stammers, all but sprinting away as soon as she has handed over the change. I quickly shut the door and take a deep breath.
Breathe Victoria. Get a grip. You have fucking standards.
Taylor and Courtney glance up at the loud slam.
“What took so long?” Taylor questions curiously. I take the pizza off of the coffee table and bring it over to my bed.
“The delivery person was so fucking clumsy. She dropped all the change on the floor.”
Taylor shakes her head and takes the pizza box from me, “What a loser.”
“Yeah. Such a loser,” Courtney adds as Taylor grabs a slice of pizza and bites into it.
“Mmm…so good,” she sighs, then turns back to me as I sit back down on the bed, “Anyways, back to your evil plan. I have an amazing idea…”
All thoughts of getting revenge on Rachel have now been replaced with images of her stupid face. The way she looked at me, fearful. Prey that has been cornered by a predator.
I look down at the receipt the girl shoved into my hand just before she ran away.
Damn it, it doesn't have her name on it, not that I care or anything. I wonder what her name is. What would it feel like for it to pass from my lips? What do her lips feel like? I bet they are soft, like her hands. What would her hands feel like tugging at my hair, her lips parting further…whispering my name? I wonder…
A hand suddenly waves in front of my face, bringing me out of my thought.
“Hey, Victoria. Are you even listening?”
I shake my head and see both Taylor and Courtney looking at me worriedly.
“Huh? Sorry, I was a bit distracted.”
Taylor exchanges a glance with Courtney, then turns back to me, “You don’t say. Everything ok?”
No. No, it's not ok. I, Victoria Chase, should not be infatuated by her waif hipster bullshit. Stop fantasizing.
“Yes, I'm fine,” I lie as I run my fingers through my short hair. Taylor looks skeptically at me, one eyebrow raised. She has been around me long enough to know when I’m hiding things.
“If you say so,” she shrugs nonchalantly as she takes another pizza slice. I bite the inside of my cheek as I think back to the girl’s stupid face.
Fuck her. Fuck her and her freckles. Fuck her and her big beautiful doe-like eyes…I wish I could fuck her.
I shake my head vigorously to rid myself of the mental image this thought brings forth.
Nope. Stop it Victoria. Repeat after me. You do not like that stupid, clumsy hipster.
“I think maybe we should go. You seem really distracted,” Courtney mentions, finally catching my attention. Taylor nods in agreement, “Yeah, you sure you're ok?”
I know they are just concerned, but I hate being backed into a corner.
“I'm fine. God just stop going on about it,” I snap more aggressively than I mean to. They raise their eyebrows in confusion over my weird behavior, “Ok…”
They get up and give me a questioning look, “We can continue this later then, I guess,” Taylor tentatively says as she takes the pizza box from my bed. I nod, not trusting myself to say anything, and they exit without further discuss. There is no arguing with me when I get like this, something they have both learned the hard way. I can faintly hear them whispering as they walk down the corridor. I flop down on my bed and groan, rubbing my face with my hand.
There is no way that this trashy hipster is going to take up any more of my time and energy. I definitely won't be ordering from that stupid pizza place ever.
Despite this promise, I still find myself thinking about her.
“What is wrong with me?” I mumble into my hand. I run my fingers though my hair and stare up at the discolored ceiling, letting one of my arms dangle off the edge of the bed. Instead of obsessing over Rachel, now my mind decides to bring up that dorky hipster’s face. My phone vibrates against my leg. I take it out of my pocket and see Taylor has text me.
Sweet T: We’re here to talk whenever you need us :) (You’d better tell us soon! – Courtney)
I smile at the text, imagining them both sat on Taylor’s bed fighting for possession of her phone. I place my phone down on the bed beside me and sigh.
Maybe Taylor might order pizza again…