Victoria

Suddenly, the curtain of the shower was yanked aside, revealing a completely naked Victoria Chase. "Hello Maxine."

Max's eyes snapped open, a scream lodged in her throat. She fumbled to cover herself, heart racing. "Vic! What the fuck are you doing here?"

Victoria stepped into the shower. "Showering."

Her voice was like a whip, cracking through the fog of shock that had settled over Max. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Victoria Chase, the queen bee of Blackwell Academy, in her most **** state, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight at Max's discomfort.

"You know, it's been ages since we had a good chat," Victoria said, her smile cold and calculating. "I've heard so much about your little... adventures with the drop out Price."

Max's cheeks flushed with anger, her eyes narrowing as she tried to regain some semblance of control. "What the hell is your problem, Victoria?"

"Oh, I don't have a problem," Victoria purred, reaching for the soap. She began to lather her body with a casualness that was both infuriating and unsettling. "I'm just making sure you don't forget your place around here."

Max's hand clenched around the shampoo bottle, the plastic cracking under the pressure. She wanted to throw it at Victoria, to tell her to get the hell out of her personal space. But she knew that would only give Victoria more ammo for her cruel games. So instead, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "What do you want?"