Jane

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Max opened her eyes and sat up. She threw her covers off of her, and jumped to her desk.

'Oh shit I was supposed to send Nathan the photos I took so he could edit them!'

Nathan and Max had spent the last week wandering around campus together, taking pictures of teachers as they worked, and even one of Samuel playing with a few squirrels.

Nathan had refused to use Max's polaroid for the project, as his cameras could shoot better than her rinky dink camera could. Nathan gave her a Sony Alpha a7R II to shoot with, and Max gingerly took it. The camera was worth up to $3,000 and she would not be able to replace it if it broke.

Max uploaded the photos she took to her laptop and attached them to an email file to send to Nathan. She scrolled through her few pictures, and admired the quality of the camera.

In one picture, Principal Wells was sitting with Ms. Grant eating a really late lunch. The sun was setting behind them, and an arrow of birds could be seen in the sky above them. In another, Mr. Jefferson could be seen walking to the main building, carrying a box of camera equipment. In the next photo, the box and its contents had fallen to the ground, and Mr. Jefferson stood over it, a look of defeat on his face.

Max laughed, and sent the email. She got up, grabbed her shower stuff, and headed to the bathroom.

But as she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Nathan. He looked upset.

"You never sent me the pictures you took." he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, uhm. I just sent them to you.."

Max looked down at her feet, and Nathan stepped back.

"Oh. My bad."

And then they just stood in her doorway for a few minutes, in a very uncomfortable silence.

"I should get going then." Nathan took off down the hall, and went straight to Victoria's room.

'Figures.'

Max quickly took a shower and went back to her room. She powered on her laptop, grabbed a bag of chips from her closet, and laid in her bed. She spent the next few hours watch Netflix, and she eventually fell asleep.

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Nathan gingerly knocked on the door, and he vaguely heard Victoria say, 'come in'. He walked in and shut the door behind him, and fell onto her couch.

"What's up?"

Victoria got up from her bed and sat next to him.

"I'm feeling really iffy on this whole project thing for Jefferfuck. I don't like it." he laid back.

"Is it Max you're not comfortable working with? I can understand if you don't, she can be such a bitch sometimes. Not to mention if you come across her punk brat, Chloe."

Nathan shook his head. "No, I don't think it's that. I don't care that I have to work with her. It's Jefferfuck I don't like," he stood up and started pacing around her room. "Now, I know you kiss his ass 24/7 Vic, so you probably like him, but he's giving me bad vibes man. I don't know."

"So you have a bad feeling about Jefferson? Is that it?"

"Yes, Vic. That douche is up to something, I can feel it."

"It's probably nothing, Nate. You're just paranoid."

Nathan looked back at her, and gave her a weird look.

"Are..you seriously defending that fucker?"

"No, Nathan that's not it, I'm just concerned for you, that's all," she paused. "Your father is too."

"So you've been talking to my father now, too?" he asked angrily. "Did you email Kristine? Is that why she's been on my ass the past few months?"

Victoria avoided his harsh look, and said nothing.

"You have, haven't you! I can't believe this. You went behind my back and told my family, what? Did you tell them about Frank? Did you tell them about me?  You're a pusher too, Vic! Don't you forget that! And where do you get your shit? FROM ME! I'M ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU! I WAS THE ONE THERE WHEN YOU ALMOST DIED! DID I MENTION IT TO YOUR PARENTS? NO!"

"Nathan, please."

Victoria got up and walked over to him, reaching out to try to comfort him, but he moved away from her.

"I'll see you later Victoria."

Nathan turned and started to walk out, but Victoria grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back.

"No, Nathan, please it's not what you think, just let me explai--"

"I don't want to hear any of your bullshit excuses."

He ripped his arm from her grip, and stormed out of her room, slamming the door behind him.

Victoria crumpled to the floor and buried her face in her hands.

'What have I done?'

(AN)
I haven't been able to update for a while, and I'm so sorry, but I hope to get back on track very soon.