-[Chloe PricexReader]- All Over Again ~Life Is Strange~

Chap 6: Price, Chloe Price

A/N: Really long chapter, but its worth it because you meet Chloe in this chapter! Yay!

Michael was already out on the courtyard of Blackwell before finding out that his motorcycle was gone, he panicked, he didn't know what to do. He walked towards a group of skaters and picked one of them up by his collar, he furiously slammed him towards the ground before he could even start interrogating him. Beads of sweat formed and drenched through the skater's red hat, his glasses fell off when he was being slammed to the ground, Michael was too strong for him. He put his hands up, showing that he surrendered.
"Where the fuck is my bike, huh?!" Michael yelled through gritted teeth, he could actually smell the fear coming off from the skaters, it smelled like and sweat and weed.
"I don't know man! I swear!" Michael then put him down on the ground, releasing his grip on his collar. He glared down to every one of them, he then spotted one, looking like he saw something. He walked towards him and pointed his finger,
"You. Have you seen my bike?"
"N-n-no, sir" MIchael groaned, and rolled his eyes.
"Don't call me sir you dipwad, I'm not going to kill you. And don't look so guilty if you didn't do anything, seriously, one day you're gonna be in jail for doing something you didn't do. Stop being a chicken and can anybody please tell me. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BIKE"
"S-someone in a truck towed it away" a boy in a brown beanie spoke out, his voice was so low that if you dind't listen carefully, you thought no one even said a word.
"See? You guys? Was is that fucking hard? Thank you" Michael walked away and took out his phone, thinking that whatever happened just now was so unnecessary.
Meanwhile in your dorm, you already finished decorating your room. Multiple picture frames on the desk, your laptop sitting at the end of the desk, plugged in charging. your suitcase was wide open and you hoped that no one would suddenly barge in and see your matching panties. You changed into something else more comfortable, a green hoodie and a pair of jeans. Sighing, you then sat down on the couch, and felt something hard on your butt. You then remembered that you also didn't have any pillows for the couch. Great. You took out your phone and texted Michael to get pillows as well. ____________________________________________
|Hey Michael, pick some pillows up, I forgot them too...| (Y/N)
________|6:34PM__________________________________|
Dumbass Giant |Yeah..About that.. My bike got towed... |
|______________________________6:35PM|____________ (Y/N)
|Wtf did you do Michael... Call me I'm too lazy to text|
|6:35PM________________________________|

A/N: I really hope the message box thing comes out alright, I spent a fuckton of time doing it while Kenneth yells my ears off, if it doesnt , THEN DAMN, OH WELL, FUCK YOU KENNETH.

Michael dials your number on his phone, trying to get ahold of you.
"Hey (Y/N)-"
"What the hell happened to your bike?"
"It got towed..."
"Why did it get towed?"
"I parked it on the courtyard..."
"Why did you park it on the courtyard?"
"To send your lazy ass to school!"You and Michael did a Q&A that is very similar to a one that a parent does with his child.
"Fuck you, don't blame this on me. Now, how much money do you need to pay?"
"200 bucks-"
"200 BUCKS ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! HOW THE FUCK COME??"
"Well, this wasn't the first time I parked here illegally, and I just stole my bike from the station, I didn't actually pay the fines..."
"Godammit Michael. Fine, I'll get your money and come by my dorm tomorrow after-school alright? For now get your ass home"
"Thanks man, and sorry..."
"Why be sorry? It's not my bike is it?" Michael furiously hung up on you and went home. You slouched onto the couch and heard your stomach grumble embarrassingly loud, you glanced at the clock and realised it was already nearly 7 o'clock. You decided to go to the two whales diner and have some dinner, you really wanted Michael to go with you, but you already sent him home and you still have some pride in you.
As you walk towards the bus stop in your green hoodie, denim jeans and you leather bag swung across your shoulder, you took out your headphones and plugged them in your ears, listening to you favorite band, *Whatever Band That's Your Favourite*.