"Oh, look, it's Max Caulfield, the selfie ho of Blackwell."

Courtney and Taylor titter around Victoria. Victoria Chase, queen bee of Blackwell Academy — a mocker, self-absorbed, narcissistic royalty. And you'd do well to remember that, if you want to survive here. With her cashmere sweaters and neatly done makeup, it's all anyone can do to not, I don't know, bitch-slap her.

She's blocking the girls' dormitories where your good friend, Max Caulfield, is attempting to go inside — likely to de-stress after a harrowing day of classes (and bullying, but she doesn't like admitting that to anyone). She's a hipster waif, well known for it, at that, and naturally, Victoria picks on her relentlessly.

You approach the group without thinking, slightly annoyed that Victoria's being kinda petty. It's beneath her, you know? Bullying people she deems inferior is beneath her, but that's another conversation for another time.

"C'mon, Vic, let Max get to her room," you say tiredly, an eyebrow arching a tad.

Victoria's green eyes snap to you at the sound of your voice. Max jumps slightly, startled. Courtney and Taylor stop giggling. There's an imperceptible furrow in Victoria's brow, as though you genuinely perplexed her.