bad little girl

“no one hired a therapist bub, watch your mouth,”

from the first time she touched his hands, victoria never wanted to let go. she was mesmerized by the way his fingers would move. every touch from them to her skin sent warmth through her whole body. from the moment he laid his hands on her, he wanted them to stay. to make him hers. just like she did so many things. it’s why she clasped the small golden chain around his wrist. it was a link to her. her name written on him. next to her favorite part of him. the part she was drawn to the most. how she could kiss his hands forever. show them just as much care as they made her feel. his hands were love to her.

it was unbelievable. pacifica northwest was everything vixie hated. she was surrounded by people like her all the time growing up. so full of resentment for someone who fell into her role so well. in a way vixie never could, or thought she wanted to. and yet, every time she saw the blonde, she just wanted to be close to her. pull her into her own life. show her something she had never seen. she wanted to see the worst in the girl, but show her all the worst parts of herself. victoria wanted to see the truth behind the perfect scene pacifica had put up. she knew there was more to her. and instead of hating her for it, victoria was in love. the disgusting sensation. something she never wanted to feel, for the last person she wanted to ever feel them for. she wanted to ruin pacifica’s reputation, but victoria was sure that in the end, it would be her that was left in ruins. and she would let pacifica northwest do that to her.

“i mean a girl’s gotta get her rocks off so i kinda hope so,”

vixie was a flirt. she always had been. even as a child, she had enough charm to get out of doing just about anything she had gotten herself into. it’s something she learned from her political figure father. it got her what she wanted, and gave her quite the ego boost. she tapped her fingers on the chest of the pretty boy. “maybe you just haven’t been looking hard enough,” she raised her brows, as her smile twisted into a smirk, “i’ve got one but maybe i like you calling me pretty girl instead,”

vixie hadn’t actually been talking to the girl. she had just been trying to make it seem like she was with company as she scoped out the new town. far too small to get away with the type of stuff she ran in d.c. which wasn’t ideal. it wasn’t until the other girl actually spoke, that she actually turned to pay her any mind. “why the hell would i know?” she quirked her brow, looking the girl up and down, “how’d you get here, frenchie? seems like you might know better,”

victoria thought this place was pretty lame. everything about it felt so old school. she was surprised they even let women go to school. but never the less she had found ways to have fun in the weird place. sometimes that involved getting her hands on things she shouldn’t. which she had just been doing as she bumped lightly into the curly haired boy. “someone’s got quiet the ego,” her eyed scanning him quickly, “but i think it fits,”