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

Chap 20: The Hardy Trio

''Welcome to my domain'' Max said as she gestured towards the inside of the principal's office. Chloe stood up and squealed as she punches Max's shoulder playfully, leaving Max to wince slightly at the light pain.
''I don't know how you did it but you did sista!'' You followed Chloe into the room, brushing past Max and flashed an impressed smile. Honestly, you didn't even know what the fuck are you doing there, you had no place. Max being the girl with powers, is preventing all the bad shit happening. Chloe being the person with objective is risking her ass from being arrested.
  But, what were you doing there?
''Coolio.'' The hell was that,(Y/N). Chloe waltz into the office and glances around the walls of the office before letting out a chuckle.
''This is what he's hiding? Fancy faux art crap. He wants everyone to know he has money....'' She pauses before snickering to herself. ''But nooo taste'' She glides her left hand on the smooth surface of oak wood table that used to have chaos of paperworks and files decorating it.
''How can you trust someone who has a fucking bronze bird in his office? I'm glad I was expelled'' She says before sitting on the red leather chair.
''If only he had a Monet or a Picasso, you would still be at Blackwell.''
''Bite me.'' Chloe says as she slowly lays back, sinking deeper into the leather material and leaning her long slim legs on the tabletop before crossing her arms behind her head.
''Damn, it's ugly, but daaamn is it a cozy chair.'' You and Max chuckled simultaneously at Chloe's naiveness before looking around the room in more detail.
''You guys look around the room while I scurry through this nice lookin' computer.'' Max walked behind Chloe as she opens a few wooden cabinets, taking its contents out holding it in her hands as she flips through files in varies sizes and colours.
You walked towards the desk that was pushed against the west wall of the office. Flipping on the lightswitch, you saw a student file laying on the top, opened, recently browsed through.
''Kate Beverly Marsh'' You read aloud as you glanced through her info. Seeing her as a good student dodn't surprise you much, because it was true. Her usual quiet self sitting in the corner drawing or looking through her notes, always focuses on something, never looking a slight bit lost. But what did suprise you was the green coloured sticky note that was recently taped on the file with the bold letters 'Update' on it.
''Suicide threat.'' You couldn't be more furious than you were in Chloe's bedroom, staring at the laptop screen as you clenched you fists tighter. Just like you said, depression isn't a choice, so it shouldn't be called a 'threat'. You handed the file to Max, letting her examine it more thoroughly than you can ever do. As she stands there reading the file, you forward towards the cabinets that Max recently opened. The door still ajar, you pushed it open, revealing its contents inside. Rummaging through numerous folders, you took one out with the opening sealed a bit carelessly.
  You softly teared it open, taking out the student file inside.
  "Victoria Maribeth Chase, ew." Seeing she had a 3.9 GPA changed your mind about her education. Being one of the representatives of Blackwell, good grades were an obvious. But seeing Courtney help her with her homework, or do it for her made you doubt her. But you also silently chuckled to yourself, she must've lost nights of sleep on that 0.1, so close yet so far. Missing a point one, is still missing. After Max examined Kate's file, she put it down where you previously picked it up and took over the file you were reading of Victoria.
  Repeating the process of sharing notes, you walked behind Chloe, seeing a metallic safe, you opened it. Inside were surprisingly also student files, why would someone put student files separately in safes and cabinets. Trying to satisfy your curiosity, you took one out and took out its contents. With only the sounds of Chloe's mouse clicking and keyboard typing, as Max roughly flips pages through the files, you glanced at the top of the piece of paper.
  "Rachel Dawn Amber" GPA:4.0  Holy Shit. That was pretty unexpected. Her ability to be the representative of Blackwell and being in the Vortex club, at the same time having the good looks and popularity had you in awe. 'Besides being best friends... Did they ever have anything more?' You thought, assuming that that could be the reason why Chloe was so desperate in finding Rachel. And you were disappointed, Chloe dragged your ass around and never even told you her backstory. Now you think of it, you don't even know the damn punk. You likely could just be another person that passes trough her life, another flower on the side of her road on the journey called 'Life'. Buts still, you had need, the need to be with her. Opposites attract? Nah, too cliche.
"Whoa, Max, you better take a look at this."
"Rachel Amber accused of bringing drugs around campus and Step-prick went along with it because he thought she had a bad influence on me, assholes." Chloe said before supporting her head with her left arm and leaned towards the opposite side.
"Well, she could be doing stuff for the Vortex Club, I mean, don't they party with drugs? She must've been framed by Nathan or something." You said, wildly guessing the reason of this accusation.
"Now I think of it.. You could be right. Nathan Prescott is pretty mixed up in everything, no one would suspect him, because that would be 'too obvious' or whatever bullshit reason. And, being the son of the main funder of the Academy, don't you think they would cover everything up?" Max asked, looking at you.
"Well, look at this. It reads like a rap-sheet! Bad grades, secret probation, and I'm the expelled?"
"At least he's finally suspended, that's all we got right now. But first, what is that." Max said, pointing at a drawing on the screen.
"It's just some crazy drawing drawn by Nathan Preshit."
"No, it isn't..." Max said, the three of you squinted towards the chaotic drawing.
'RACHEL AMBER IN THE DARM ROOM' That sent shivers down your spine.
"Rachel in the dark room.. Rachel in the dark room... What does this mean?"
"I don't know, but it's hella creeping me out, we got almost all the information we need, all's left is to look through David's file." Chloe said, propping her arms on the handle of the leather chair, but hesitated and sat back down.
"But I don't think we should leave without a gift-"
"No. You are NOT taking the cozy chair."
"Do your powers also include mind reading? Or did you rewind because I tried to steal the chair- Shit, I'm confused."
"It's the power of best friendship, I know how you roll." While Max snickers to herself to her accomplishment, Chloe opens the top drawer of the desk.
"What do we have here..." Chloe opens the envelope and shuffles through the contents, eyes widened and lips agape.
"Holy SHIT! Jackpot! There's five thousand dollars in here!"
"That's a lot for the handicap fund."
"I could pay Frank back tonight!" The three of you fell to silence. Chloe raised an eyebrow at Max, questioning her loyalty to her. There goes the name again, Frank. You wondered if it was the same man that your brother owed money too.
"You owe money to a drug dealer?" You asked, pondering around the subject in your mind.
"How do you know Frank?" Chloe questioned, with a raised eyebrow looking at you.
"My brother.. He owes money to Frank as well, and I'm not sure if he payed him back yet. So I know how you feel about the money thing, but I don't think you should steal from the handicap fund, if you need help, I can help you."
"Yeah, but how are you going to come up with three thousand dollars?" Chloe questioned you, with a slight irritation in her voice.
"Chloe, we're better than this, we can't steal money, (Y/N) and I will help you the best way we can, just please, don't steal the money ok?" Max said, putting a hand on Chloe's shoulder. Chloe looks at the envelope, knowing her defeat she sighs and puts the envelope back inside the drawer.
"Fine, Moral Max is right again... I guess" She says as she stands up and walks towards the doorway. Max follows closely behind her as you looked at the top drawer. Michael already had his bike sold, he must've had enough money. Shrugging it off, you joined the two people.
As you and Max left the room, the two of you saw Chloe with her hands together, swaying slightly with an impish look on her face.
"I don't like this..." Max said, crossing her arms. Chloe lifts up her right hand, showing off the keys and crooks her head to the side.
"Care for a midnight swim? The Blackwell pool is ours."
"Do you really want to take that risk now?"
"I mean, can't we just have one last care free fun before Frank puts a bullet in the skull with my own gun? We deserve this Max."
"I deserve peace and quiet for my education here, meaning no drama and I'm not going. I'm risking too much for my scholarship here. And you deserve to not be arrested, it's a bad idea Chloe, can we just all go home?" Max said, Chloe stuffs the keys in her pockets angrily before storming off. The heels of her boots sounds on the marble floor as she rushes out the door without a word.
When the main gates of the building shut close loudly, banging against the frame threatening to fall apart, Max spoke out in silence.
"She's such a child sometimes." She sighed before looking at you in your eyes.
"Come on, let's go back to our dorms, it's getting pretty late."
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You said your goodbyes after Max entered her dorm. You entered your own and threw your green camo bag on the couch before falling onto your bed with arms apart, much like a bird taking flight. As you closed your eyes, something punches against your glass window. You shot your eyes wide open, almost terrified of the sound you stood up cautiously. Taking the baseball bat near your nightstand, having it in a ready position, you walked slowly towards the window. Startled by sound continuing to pound against the glass.
"W-who is it?! I have a bat! A-and 911 is already dialed so don't even b-bother!" You pushed the curtins open with the tip of your baseball bat. Seeing a familiar punk outside your window throwing her fist onto the glass, you sighed in relief.
"What the hell Chloe?!" You said, throwing the bat on the ground, frustrated and relieved. Chloe proceed to say some words that were muffled from due to separating glass, you waved your arms around expressing your confusion. She rolls her eyes before pointing at the lock on your window. You took the hint and opened the window half way, just enough for her to peek her head in, but not enough for her to enter. She lays her hands on the ledge and leans in, peeking her head in and winces in pain as her forehead bangs on the bottom of the window. Laughing at her clumsiness, you returned to your stern expression.
"What the hell are you doing here Chloe? And how the hell did you get up here?"
"Never heard of ladders? And let me in, it's high and I'm scared."
"Oo, you're scared."
"You dick! Now let me in!" You obeyed and lifted the window higher, attempting to support her as you reached for her hand, she slaps it away and tumbles into the room, diving head first.
"Owie." Chloe said as she scratches her head. You pulled the window down and worried that people would be suspicious of the ladder leaning onto the window sill. But at this point and all the shit happening, who really gives a fuck anymore? Chloe stands up slowly and walks towards you.
"Now tell me, why are you here?" The moonlight shining on her face, showing off her features, your heart ached both in jealousy and admiration, how could someone be so beautiful? Chloe, being more of the doer than talker, doesn't say a word, she simply takes your hand and pulls you out of the room.
"Splish Splash right? But first, the principal's office, I'm getting the money, no matter what Max says."
With that said, the two of you zoomed through the dark hallways of the girls' dormitory, on your way for a midnight swim.
What's there to expect?
A lot.