WARNING

This story will contain spoilers from Episode 1 to Episode 5. You have been warned.

Also, foul language will appear throughout the story as well as the game's trigger warnings such as mention of drugs etc.

Life is Strange is an episodic graphic adventure video game developed by Dontnod Entertainment and published by Square Enix. It's a truly enchanting, emotional and thrilling experience. I by far recommend You playing it Yourself if You haven't already.

Although Max & Nathan pairing might not appeal to everyone, and I respect that, I strongly feel that Nathan deserves a chance, and Max is too hypocritical with him. Thus, I will make them happen, as it is by far my favourite couple from the game.

Although I am not a fan of the first-perspective stories, I will write as Max to create a Life Is Strange-alike atmosphere, where she records her thoughts down in her diary.

Chapter I, Make out session.

A giant-ass log is thrown my way by the horrific wind of the lighthouse; leaving me no time to react but to stand still and allow for its heaviness to hit my head and break my neck with a loud snap, sparing no time for any pain to come.

That was so surreal . . . I wake up in Mr. Jefferson's class with a headache; I must of have fallen asleep. Great job, Max Caulfield, as if your grades weren't bad enough.

Also, great way to impress a hot teacher that is looking right at you, Max.

Ugh, is that . . . is that drool on my face?

Okay, calm down Max, it's okay, act natural, breathe in and out, act like you totally weren't taking a nap just now in the middle of the class. You got it girl.

What are you staring at, Victoria?

My attempt at concentration is shattered as soon as the memory of the bizarre dream rushes back to me. Okay Max, calm down, you're okay. That was weird, but you're okay. No big deal, it was just one of those weird dreams you get after watching the weird-ass movies Warren recommends to you.

I notice that Stella picks up her pen, Taylor throws a paper ball at Kate and Victoria's phone rings. Mr. Jefferson asks Victoria a question and as usual, she, of course answers.

What a bitch.

I touch my neck, the fingertips meeting cold sweat. That dream really did creep me out. Luckily, my head is still in one piece.

Mr. Jefferson lectures about beauty and innocence, and I listen. I admire him for being both, inspirational teacher and, a unique photographer. Oh, and he's hot too.

''. . . beauty in a struggle,'' he continues. ''You don't have beauty without a beat.''

Kate sits quietly near the windows, miserable look plastered to her face. I should ask her if she wants to hang out later. I could really use some of our tea sessions right now.

I turn to face Victoria. She makes an impression of being focused, where in reality, I know her intentions are purely evil - impressing Mark Jefferson and getting one of her minions to do her assignments for her, because it's not like she listens anyway.

Once my pounding heart has returned to its normal beat, I reach for my camera to take a picture for my Everyday Selfies Portfolio, however, I don't realise that its sound is louder than Mr Jefferson's voice until it's too late and I have to steady myself for a wave of embarrassment that is about to come my way.

Man, are you cereal?

''Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a selfie," he speaks in a humorous manner, almost mocking me. "A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max. . . has a gift.''

I certainly do have a gift. Of making myself look stupid for sure. I sink into my chair.

He rants about photo portraits then of course calls on me but I don't even have the slightest idea about the things he's asking me about. I guess I should of done my homework, but I'm way too busy with . . well, avoiding homework.

After packing up as the bell rings, I chit-chat with Kate and head out to the bathroom, seeking an isolation. Cold water refreshes my body and mind, the feeling leaving me relaxed and calm. However, the solitude of the room causes me to begin overthinking things, which has become my speciality by now. I take out the photo from my pocket that is, well, was, for the Everyday Hero contest, and right now is being ripped up by the same hands which took it in the first place. It's not like I would of won anyway.

A blue butterfly enters through the window, and lands behind the corner. I move closer to admire it, thinking it being unusual, and a great opportunity for a perfect shot.

The animal almost sends out the spirit aura, the weird sensation giving me an uneasy feeling. I snap a picture and it flies away. A second later, someone enters the bathroom. Whoever it is, I freeze in place, embarrassed about hiding in a corner.

A male voice begins to speak in a low, but shaking voice. ''It's cool, Nathan. Don't stress . . You're okay, bro. Just count to three . . . ''

Hold on, I know whose's voice it is. Nathan Prescott's, one of the rich, popular kids, I think.

''Don't be scared . . . You own this school . . . If I wanted, I could blow it up . . . You're the boss,'' he states stressfully, unsure of his own statements.

What is he doing here? What is he going to do? Is he having a panic attack? But why would he come to the girls' bathroom anyway? Is he too embarrassed about someone seeing him having a meltdown?

I quietly move to take a peek at the situation. He leans against the sink, nervously shaking. If I was brave enough, I would leave my cover and give him some cheeky comment about his gender confusion. But I'm not, and so I remain in hiding until door opens again and I hide too quickly, my back slamming against the wall painfully.

''So, what do you want?'' He asks confidently, assuring me that I haven't given out my hiding position by my reckless movement.

Is he meeting someone here? For reals? In the girls' bathroom? Why make such a big deal about whatever it is?

''I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say,'' the other voice responds. It's a girl. God, she sounds so familiar . . . "Now, let's talk bidness.''

Am I witnessing some kind of a drug-dealing business between them?

''I got nothing for you," the short answer seems hard in his voice, however doesn't seem to have had persuaded the girl of its trueness.

Maybe it's his ex-girlfriend or something? I didn't know he had a girlfriend . . . Not that I care, anyway, it's not even surprising. I happened to cross my ways with him before, but it doesn't need a genius to figure out that he's handsome and rich, what most of the girls - like Victoria, are falling for.

''Wrong. You got hella cash," she persists aggressively, causing the male to give her an annoyed look.

I peek further to see a blue-haired girl, dressed in I guess what one would call punk or rebellious clothing. She looks . . . nice. I didn't know Nathan was into punks like her. I always thought Victoria was his type. On the second thought, I've never seen him with a girl before.

''That's my family, not me." The atmosphere is getting tenser by each passing second.

''Oh boo hoo! Poor little rich kid. I know you've been pumpin' drugs n'shit to kids around here. I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now . . . ''

I don't like where this is going. Should I . . . should I say something?

''Leave them out of this, bitch!'' He shouts loudly, causing me to notice the frantic shaking of my hands.

Man, what have I gotten myself into? I know I was not supposed to hear that. I want to leave, but Nathan would know I was here all this time and I do know one thing. You simply do not get in the way of the Prescotts. Ever.

''I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself!'' She pushes him, and then I see it. He has a gun. A real one.

"You don't know, who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!''

What the fuck?! Is he gonna pull a trigger on her?!

''Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down,'' Oh my God, she is terrified! I know that I must do something now or he will pull the trigger. But what, Max, what?! Think!

''Don't EVER tell me what to do. I am so SICK of people trying to control me!'' I feel sweat on my forehead. What to do? What to do?! What to do! I have no idea!

''You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs–'' I'm freezed with fear. There is not a single muscle I can move right now. All my body is allowing for me to do, is stare.

"Nobody would miss your 'punk ass', would they?!"

I can't do anything . . . I can't . . .

''Get that gun away from me, psycho!" She cries as she pushes him, his finger pulling the trigger. She falls to the floor; he drops the gun immediately.

It takes me full five seconds to realise what had just happened.

Nathan finally notices my presence with a quick glance in the mirror. He doesn't need to face me directly for me to know that he is in as much shock as me. ''Caulfield, help me, please . . please . . shit . . no . . no no no . . . " The desperation in his voice causes a great lump in my throat to finally go away, so I can shout, but no sound comes out.

When it is clear that I do not intend to move, Nathan turns once again to the dead girl and falls onto his knees. He shakes her, knowing it's too late, rejecting the reality.

"I am going to get so busted . . I-I didn't mean to . . . Everybody is just pushing me . . "

I reach out with my right hand to stop myself from falling as I faint.

I open my eyes, adjusting them slowly to light. Am I at the hospital?

No . . .

Can't be, unless Mr. Jefferson has decided to visit me.

His silhouette remains blurred in my vision, yet I can still recognise it.

I lift my hand up before my face, awaiting for my eyes to finally settle onto it. Once they are . . .

This is . . . Mr. Jefferson's class, isn't it? Why am I back here?!

What the fuck?! Am I . . . Am I dreaming? I passed out, didn't I?

I try to swallow a massive lump in my throat as I wipe away the tears filling my eyes. Maybe I've just imagined everything . . . what kind of fucked up dream was that though?

I slowly lean back, staring blankly at Stella picking up her pen. A paper ball is sent across the classroom, hitting Kate in the face. I turn my neck too fast to see if Victoria's phone . . . rings! Shit!

I push the camera off the table with my elbow as a reflex and it shatters into pieces as a result. I pinch myself. It hurts. It's not a dream.

It's so fucked up. Is this some kind of a sick joke? I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I stare intensively at the camera, not even slightly concerned about the damage. Finally, I bend to pick the pieces up, but they move back onto the desk by themselves.

A loud gasp escapes my mouth, causing Victoria to stare at me weirdly. I cover my lips with one hand, trying to calm the terrified heart. When it's at a slower pace, I reach to touch the camera, taking a selfie to check if it's working. It is, indeed. Jefferson gives me the same lecture from before.

This is so unreal . . .

Should I go to the bathroom? . . .

I pick up a pencil and snap it in half with a loud snap! Before anyone can react, I concentrate on it, and the item moves back to its original state.

Can I control time?

I . . . rewind and when Jefferson calls out on me, I give him the right answer. Victoria's face is priceless.

I am a human time machine . . .

When the bell rings, I pack my things back into the bag in a hurry, storming to the door, nearly running into it. Jefferson stops me like the last time.

He gives me some John Lennon quote so I do the magic trick again, and I give him the John Lennon quote instead. Max, you rock!

I run to the bathroom, retracing every step. Then I wait. Can I actually reverse time? Can I help that poor girl?

I move the trolley, seeing a hammer underneath it. I pick it up shakingly and hurriedly smash the glass to turn the fire bell on.

''No way,'' Nathan's voice causes me to breathe out heavily. It worked. It actually worked, I've distracted him! Max Caulfield, I think you've earned yourself the Everyday Hero title!

"Don't EVER touch me again, you freak!'' The girl yells, her voice followed by the door slamming afterwards.

I wait a moment. Thinking they're both gone, I hurriedly go out from my hiding spot. Unfortunately, Nathan is still there. He stares at me, eyes wide in shock.

O-o, spaghetti-O's . . .

As I'm about to rewind, he picks up his gun and puts it back into his trousers cautiously, so I think he doesn't want to kill me. Yet.

''What the fuck are you doing here, Caulfield?!'' He yells as he gets up, his hands shaking, and I take a step back.

Oh, you know, just the usual. Preventing a girl from getting shot in the face by someone. Hint: A fucking you.

"What are you doing here, Prescott? Last I checked, this was the girls' bathroom,'' I answer furiously, too mad to fear. With this fucked up power, I can do anything. I can insult him over and over again and he won't be able to do anything about it. Hell, he won't even know. Besides, you gotta stand up to the bullies.

''Oh, you think you're so clever, do you?'' He closes the space between us, wrecked look on his face. I take another step backwards, but my body meets the wall once again. I can tell he's scared, we both are.

''What will you do about it, huh? Shoot me?'' I intimidate him, and we eye each other with rage. There's a height difference between us and I have to look up, giving him the satisfaction of being the one in control. He's incredibly close and I can smell his expensive cologne. It makes me want to vomit.

"I didn't mean to . . . I-I wasn't going to shoot her!" He protests eagerly, causing me to clench my jaw. You did exactly that.

The door suddenly opens, causing Nathan to turn around in shock, but he relaxes immediately after seeing it's only the Blackwell security guard.

''What are you two doing in the bathroom during a fire alarm, huh?! Explain yourselves this instant!'' The man steps in, waiting for our explanations, but Nathan sure as hell doesn't look eager to making up some.

It's not like he had to explain himself to anyone anyway. Especially not some security guy. Because Prescotts are above everyone, they're untouchable. At least that's what they think.

''Nathan and I were just having a make out session, sorry, we didn't hear the fire bell,'' I say through my gritted teeth, still collecting myself from the accident. The thought of me and him making a physical contact repulses me, but David Madsen would certainly buy that kind of crap about two sexually frustrated teenagers.

Nathan looks at me, eyes wide, mouth opened, ready to laugh in my face, but the realisation of me saving his ass hits him, and he grabs my arm, dragging me out of the bathroom. Madsen tries to stop us, but the Principal standing outside tells him to turn the damn alarm off and walks towards us.

''Miss Caulfield and . . .'' His eyes travel from me to Nathan in slight confusion. I'd be shocked, too, to see me with a Prescott. "Can you please explain to me what were you two doing in the ladies' bathroom during the fire alarm?'' Nathan tightens the grip around my arm, his fingers diving into skin.

''You look a little stressed out. Are you okay?'' He addresses me, cautiously observing our pale faces.

''She's fine," Nathan's faster than me, his gaze fixed onto the Principal, but fingers digging into my skin even harder than before. I have to bite my lip to conceal the pain.

"I believe that I was asking Miss Caulfield, not you, Mr. Prescott," he gives him a warning glare, turning once again to me. I gulp.

"I-I'm fine. Just got really dizzy and Nathan made sure that I'd be okay," I answer quickly, almost instantly. I feel the adrenaline wearing off, and the pain in my arm feels even more severe than before. I am desperate for him to let go off me.

"Now excuse us," Nathan says coldly, dragging me in the exit's direction.

As we find ourselves to be outside, I yank my arm away, looking at him with fury. His nails have left scratch marks on my skin that begin to bleed.

"You are so fucked up in that little head you've got, you little cuckoo bitch," he laughs to mask the fear hidden within his tone that is desperate to come out.

"At least I'm not the one waving the gun around girl's bathro– ''

He cuts me off. "Holy shit, Max. Say it louder, I dare you.'' I think it's the first time he actually used my real name for once. "You better keep your fucking mouth shut about today or I and my family will be after your ass, understood?'' A threat. Is he being serious? After everything that just happened, he is going to make threats towards me?

"Stop bullying people and maybe I will," my voice's steady, but I'm not sure if I sound convincing enough.

"Oh man, you're telling me, what to do?" He moves towards me with a furious look, but I hold my ground.

"Step back," I warn him shakily, with no effect. I'm forced to push him down the stairs, my nails reaching his face.

"You, are so FUCKING DEAD!" He shouts, getting up from the floor, one cheek beginning to bleed.

Shit.

I make a run for it, heading towards the fountain, but he's right behind me. I'm suddenly pushed with so much force that I land in the water with my whole body in.

I splash water in his face to slow him down while I try to get out. "YOU didn't just do that!'' He growls in disbelief and fury as I start running towards the dorms. My heart beats so fast it brushes against the chest, aching.

He grabs my jacket by the hood from behind and I slip, landing right on top of him. I can't get up as he's holding my arms tightly.

"Stop fucking running!" He growls and I close my eyes, ready for a hit in the face. As it doesn't come after a second, I dare to slowly look behind, confused.

Seeing the tears in his eyes and a shattered expression on his face, my anger is suddenly drawn from me by an invisible force.

"Mr. Prescott!" Ms. Grand comes rushing our way, causing him to let go off me, and I stand up rapidly, stepping back immediately.

Without further thinking, I run away.

A/N : This chapter has been rewritten. (All of them were like million of times lmfao rip me.)