Lover's Spat

"Now," Max said, "let's just get this out of the way, first. Yes, Victoria was a massive bitch to us..."

"'Was'?"

"Chloe! What did I just say?!" Max snapped, staring sternly at her girlfriend. As Chloe huffed and rolled her eyes, Max cleared her throat and continued. "As I was saying, she was one. However, it seems to me that this Victoria isn't the one we thought we knew. I spoke with her, and I believe that she has changed for the better. And I know that some of you may be mad at her, but -"

"'Mad'?" Chloe asked, a sarcastic smile on her face with her voice sarcastically saccharine as she stood up from her bed. "Why, why on Earth would I be mad, Max? After all," the blue haired girl slowly advanced upon the naked blonde, "it's not like Victoria has made our lives a living hell almost everyday. It's not like she did such horrible things to Kate earlier today. It's not like in that previous timeline you mentioned, she was the one who got us sprayed by a skunk, and **** to sleep in the backyard until the morning where we had to bathe out front; in which you had jump back and fix everything that she screwed up. It's not like she called you a jinx and practically cheered when Rachel had to get sprayed in this timeline. And it's definitely not like she went through my things, stole my vibrator, laid in my bed, and then got off to thoughts of my girlfriend banging her brains out."

As Chloe finished, she had practically pinned Victoria against the door, the naked blonde on the verge of tears again as she trembled with the blue haired girl several inches in her face. Chloe then glared at Victoria and roared, "OH WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE!"

"Chloe! That's enough!" Max shouted as she gently pushed her girlfriend away from the blonde. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"ME?!" Chloe snapped, "What the hell is wrong with you, Max?! Have you forgotten who this blonde bitch is?!"

"No I haven't, Chloe." Max said firmly, "But I know that, just like the rest of us, she's been through hell tonight. She almost had a mental breakdown in the timeline where we all got skunked; literally one more spray away from being tied up in a straight jacket and thrown into a padded room. Hell! I caught her in the middle of one when I spoke with her in the bathroom! And you, Chloe," the smaller girl gave a stern glare to her taller girlfriend, "are not making this easy on her."

"Do you even hear yourself right now, Max? This is Victoria Chase! The Blonde Bitch of Blackwell?!"

"Look at her, Chloe! Would the Victoria we knew back then be standing in a corner, back against a wall, and on the verge of tears like a scared child?!"

Rachel remained quiet as she watched her two girlfriends, still thinking over everything that had happened up to this point. She hated when they fought. And looking up, the taller girl saw that Max was correct; Victoria was practically hyperventilating as she bit her lip, her eyes watering as blushed a tomato red and fumbled around for the doorknob as if to make a break for it.

"Rachel! Please back me up here and talk some sense into her!" Chloe and Max said to their girlfriend simultaneously.

Rachel looked between her two girlfriends and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath...