She Was Nothing
“Fuck!”
She hated herself.
She hated everything. She hated the glint of spiderwebs in the dim light of the musty closet. She hated the smell of dust choking the air, and the light spilling through the cracks in the door, and the muffled sounds of partygoers just outside they had to be quiet.
But most of all, she hated herself.
She hated herself, because of how much she couldn’t help but love the feeling of Rachel’s teeth against her skin.
Rachel, Dawn, Amber. Whatever. Whoever.
They were all the same, in the end - all brought together in this helpless haze, with their sharp grin and impossibly flawed skin.
“God, you’re perfect.” Dawn whispered - and hands crawled along her ribs, under her loose shirt, and this was why she had dressed casual - she had tried to lie to herself, but she had always been bad at that, she’d been trained to spot lies for too long-
She was done with this shit - she hadn’t yanked Amber in here to be teased again, then had been the time for teasing, now was the time for action.
She gripped Rachel’s shoulders and slammed her against the nearest wall - and her mouth pulled back in a feral snarl.
“Do you ever. Stop. Talking?”
And she didn’t give her a chance to answer, because, at the end of the day, she was Victoria Fucking Chase.
She went for the most sensitive chord in Amber’s neck, and the girl was wonderfully imperfect putty in her hands.
“Oh, shit - you - ah! - you fucking cheater - shit, Chase, not so - oh fuck!”
Dawn would have hickeys.
Dawn would have marks.
From her.
She hated herself.
She loved this.
She hated it more.
She let up - but Rachel, bitch that she was, refused to let her keep the upper hand after that.
It was practically like she had flipped a switch. One moment, she was digging into Amber’s neck - the next, Dawn was grabbing her by the hips and going for her jawline.
Rachel smiled against her cheek, and went for her ear, and now it was her turn to melt because shit.
That was the problem, really. Dawn was just too good at this - and she relished it.
Rachel’s unnaturally long tongue curled against her ear, and her back arched helplessly.
She felt Dawn smirk against her flesh, before she began to nip at the rim of her ear.
“What’s wrong, Viccy?” She purred, hand running along the skin of her waist under her jeans in a gesture that was uncharacteristically intimate. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Clever.” She hissed under her breath, trying to repress a whine. “You need new material, Dawn.”
“Oh, doll, hardly.” Rachel hummed back, sounding very satisfied. “I’ve got all the material I need right here.”
She pulled back, and Victoria took the opening.
She darted forward, and grabbed Dawn’s hair in an iron grip. Something flashed across the girl’s eyes, but then Victoria yanked back, and everything else was washed out by the perfect moan that left her prey.
“Enough.” She whispered, in a voice that could cut glass.
Dawn’s phone rang.
Rachel loved this.
She loved it when Victoria got in a mood. She was never sure what caused it - Victoria was tight-lipped, that was for sure - but it always made her easier to rile up, and far more domineering.
Usually, it only took one well-placed jab to get Victoria forcing her to her knees.
And it looked like Victoria was about to do exactly that - if the way she was holding Rachel’s hair was any indicator. Which it usually was.
Sometimes she thought that she was in love with Victoria. Other times she thought that she was just in lust.
It was complicated. And now wasn’t the time to think about it.
Her phone rang.
She ignored it, in favor of Victoria’s cold glare.
God, she loved this.
“Kinky.” She hummed under her breath, sending Victoria a look from under her eyelids. She could tell that it worked just as well on Viccy as it did on anyone else, no matter how much the blonde must loath it.
Victoria glared at her like she was grime caked on the bottom of her shoe.
She grinned back - until Viccy let her hair go.
She blinked.
And - instead of the usual forcing her to her knees - Viccy lunged at her.
She didn’t have time to be properly confused before Viccy was right there, lips pulled back in something closer to a grimace then a sneer, breath hot and humid against her face.
And then Viccy was kissing her.
She melted.
Long, pale fingers came up to frame her jawline, oddly cold against her flesh. She couldn’t help herself - she leaned in, back arching against Victoria’s thin waist, and she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s shoulders, pulling her in.
This wasn’t normal.
The voice was far, far in the back of her mind - but it didn’t quiet itself, even as Viccy’s tongue began to slide past her lips, almost curiously.
Sure, Viccy’ll kiss me now and again - but not… like this.
God, it was wonderful.
Why couldn’t she do this more often?
Rachel’s hands reached into her hair - and hesitated.
Before pulling it out of its tail.
It was a risky move. Even - no, especially in moods like these, Victoria wanted her hair back. But Rachel had always loved the look of Viccy’s hair when it was out of that tail - the way she had worn it when they were kids. Curly, short but messy, barely touching her shoulders and bangs covering her ears.
It was what she always imagined Viccy looked like.
She had two images of Victoria. The cold, Chase mask, with hair back and eyes impassable - and her Viccy. Hair down, eyes sparkling and wide, a vulnerable, rare, passing smile touching her lips.
She wasn’t sure why Victoria had to hate Viccy so much.
She wasn’t even sure if the two were really separate in any way.
She just liked to think they were.
She pulled back, nipping at Viccy’s bottom lip and letting it escape with a glossy pop.
She was beautiful like this.
And, to her continued surprise, Victoria didn’t look mad.
Something in her eyes sparkled.
Her hair hung in threads.
And then Viccy was fumbling for her waistline, gripping the bottom of her shirt.
She reluctantly slipped her hands off Viccy’s shoulders, and held them up. She instantly went back in once her shirt was off - but Viccy was apparently uninterested in letting her have any say in this.
Because she pushed her back against the wall, eyes sharp and bubbling.
Her hands fumbled for purchase, and found the wall.
Viccy raked her eyes up and down Rachel’s body - she felt like she was being x-rayed.
And then, suddenly - she smiled. Wide, and teasing.
“No bra?”
And Rachel - to her horror - felt a flush creep down her neck.
Viccy grinned wider.
“I must’ve left it in the bathroom.” Rachel muttered. Viccy leaned in, smile wide and bright. Gloating.
“What a bold fashion choice, Dawn.”
Rachel rolled her eyes.
“Please, Viccy, don’t insult me. This wasn’t a fashion choice.”
Viccy kept grinning, leaning in a little further. Her breath tickled Rachel’s nose, and her focus wavered slightly.
“I beg to differ, hun. Sure it was - and I’ve gotta say,”
Viccy’s hand ran down her collar, and between her breasts - not even really teasing her. More… accentuating her bare flesh.
“I approve.” She whispered with a grin, sharp and dangerous.
“I’m-”
Hngh!
Her back arched as Victoria tweaked her nipple, sharply and without warning. She glared at the blonde - very aware that, suddenly, she was on the low end of this fight.
“I’m happy to hear it, Viccy.” She managed to grit out, teeth clenched to stop another embarrassing noise leaving her.
Viccy tsked lowly, a bit of chiding in the sound.
“What would your parents think, hmm?” She hummed, slowly dragging a finger around her nipple. Her back arched further - and she couldn’t stop the tiny whine that left her, weak and pleading.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to work.
Brrring!
She started - and made another embarrassing little hngh, when Viccy’s nail grazed her nipple.
Viccy raised a sharp eyebrow, the hint of a grin touching her lips.
“You better get that.”
Trying to ignore the crawling feeling under her skin, she fished the phone out of her pocket - glancing at the screen once.
Chloe.
She accepted the call as fast as she could, and brought it up-
“Ooh!”
Viccy grinned widely, grinding her thigh between Rachel’s legs.
Whore, she mouthed. Viccy grinned wider.
She grit her teeth - ignoring the familiar voice filtering through her phone - and managed a strained,
“Fuck off, Chloe.”
“-Alrighty then!”
Click.
This was why she loved Chloe.
The second the phone was off, though, she moaned - grinding against Viccy’s thigh helplessly.
Viccy put a finger to her lips, a sharp grin stretching across her face.
“Shh. We’re in public, Dawn.” She emphasized carefully, glancing at the door.
Though, oddly enough, she didn’t sound all that concerned.
“F-fuck you.” She managed to grit out, head falling back against the wall with a thunk.
“You wish.” Viccy said, and it really only occurred to her at that moment that Victoria was acting oddly…
Happy.
“Well, how about that.” She managed to say - though she had to bite back a whimper a moment later, because shit. “The ice queen has a sense of humour? Someone pinch me - I must be dreaming.”
Something flashed across Victoria’s face, for a moment.
It vanished like smoke.
“I guess I hang up my crown for you.” She hummed - and Rachel groaned, because she suddenly pushed her thigh up a little more, and she was so close. “Consider it an honour, Dawn. I guess even I can’t act refined around a reprobate like you.”
She pushed against Viccy’s thigh - not even really hearing her.
“I - shit.” She hissed, as Viccy refused to let up.
“I- I’m close. I’m close.” She whimpered.
Viccy, finally, slipped a hand into her pants - and plunged two fingers into her, all the way to the hilt.
And then, those long, cold fingers curled-
She unraveled.
It was only as Dawn pushed against her fingers, coming completely undone beneath her, that she really realized what had felt wrong. Like an itch at the back of her head, whispering that something wasn’t quite how it was supposed to be.
She…
She was-
“Viccy!”
She whipped around like a shot, eyes wide and a grin already touching her lips.
“Dawn!” She called back - already raising her fist, pamphlet clenched.
“Dawn, I got the part!!”
Rachel skidded to a halt, eyes wide.
“R-really?”
She couldn’t help it.
She knew this was completely unfit behavior for a Chase, and it was a childish display, and that her parents probably wouldn’t even let her be in the play when they figured out, but, for right now - she let that all go.
And she flung her arms around Rachel, squeezing tight enough to crack her back.
“I got the part, Dawn!” She squealed - and felt a wide, real smile pull at her lips for the first time in weeks.
…
She was nothing.
She pulled back, gripping the doorknob - cold as ice beneath her fingers.
And rushed out of the dark, dingy closet, already trying to push all her thoughts into the back of her head.
That never happened.
It was the first text she’d received from Viccy in weeks.
She typed back a quick,
duh
...And that was that.