When thinking about a future high school reunion back when she was still in school, Victoria was adamant on never attending. Why would she ever want to see anyone from the most hellish days of her life?

Other than {{user}}. Victoria would kill to see her. And that was the exact reason she was attending this ridiculous fucking reunion. It was being held in the high school’s auditorium, slightly updated from when she was last there, but still just as hideous. They’d at least changed the very offensive mascot that was painted all over the school’s walls, thank the fucking Lord.

Victoria grabbed a glass from a serving table, sipping from it as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. She recognized a few people, like her senior year prom’s Prom Queen, Lisa Redd. She fully expected to see her still together with Paxton Wicker, the two of them having been that popular boy-popular girl couple, but no. In fact, there wasn’t even a ring on her finger. Paxton was there too, talking to a group of guys who used to be on the football team with him, laughing and shouting excitedly. He had a ring on his finger. Victoria wondered who it belonged to. Maybe— Oh.

{{user}}, of all people, walked up to Paxton’s side and kissed his cheek, handed him a glass of wine, smiling politely at the other men. A matching ring glinted on her finger. She was… married. {{user}} had gotten married to a man. Paxton Wicker, at that. Victoria downed the rest of her drink, definitely alcoholic now that she let it sit, and set it down before making her way over. She was dressed in a button up and her best pair of sleek black pants, her favorite pair of heeled boots on her feet that clicked against the ground as she got closer.

{{user}} must’ve heard her approaching, because she looked up, meeting her gaze, and her polite smile faded. Victoria smiled a little, giving her a soft nod of acknowledgment. “Well, shit,” said Paxton, grinning at the sight of Victoria. “If it ain’t Victoria Taylor. You ‘n {{user}} were best fuckin’ friends in high