It was lunch time at Blackwell Academy and Maxine Caulfield sat alone. Still in her first week, eating solo in the cafeteria had become customary. All around her drummed the steady background noise of conversation, metallic clangs of kitchenware, and movement of chairs against the tiled floor. Max absorbed herself in the latest photography reading-one of many assignments on which she had already fallen behind. Eager for a distraction, she looked up from her books and took in a quick survey of the room.

The mean girls. The jocks. The nerd crew. Hmmm, I guess they're probably "my people." But that would involve awkwardly introducing myself. Thanks, no. Besides, I'm sure I'll meet people soon enough. Group projects worked in the past. And that Kate girl seems nice enough. If a bit strong on the religious bit.

New friends had never come easy for Max. It was almost a year after moving to Seattle that she finally formed some acquaintances with whom she could hang out. And they happened through no fault of her own. But Max never found her lack of social grace to be particularly troubling. Since moving away from Arcadia Bay she dumped all her time and attention into her passion of photography, and her hard work had paid off: by her senior year she had been accepted to many private (and expensive) schools across the country with stellar art programs. Yet, from all of them, she had chosen Blackwell. She had chosen to return home. Of course, Blackwell employed Mark Jefferson, a personal favorite of Max's. The thought of receiving small classroom lectures from one of her photography idols was too good to pass up. That, as well as... I wonder how she's doing? What she's doing? What sort of person is she now? Would she even want to see me again? Max shook her head, dismissing some old, painful memories.

Max returned her attention to her homework but caught a sliver of motion from the corner of her eye. Someone, a girl, was walking towards her and attempting eye contact.

Okay, she probably just has a question about something. Or wants to use this table for her group. Or... holy shit. That's Rachel Amber.

Although Max did not consider herself educated on the latest goings and happenings at Blackwell, it was common knowledge that Rachel Amber was one of the most loved, popular, and beautiful girls in her entire class. If not the whole school. Everyone seemed to have some sort of connection to her-as if Rachel was secretly everyone's best friend.

I guess it's my turn? Well, slap a smile on at least. I'm sure this'll go fine. I doubt Rachel got her reputation by being randomly mean or cruel to the new kid.

Max attempted her best "oh, I only just noticed your approach" postures and waited for Rachel, who had stopped by a seat opposite Max's.

"It's Maxine, right? Or no, wait. You prefer Max."

Max was immediately taken aback by Rachel's calm, friendly voice and disarming demeanor. "Y-yeah. I can't believe you remembered that."

"Don't sell yourself short, Max. Anyway, this seat taken?" she asked, gesturing in front of her.

"Well, I was holding it for the swim team, but I guess they're a no show."

Max was rewarded with a controlled yet brilliant laugh as Rachel placed her food on the table and slid into the seat. She settled both her elbows on the table and brought her hands to her chin, leveling a penetrating stare at Max with the hint of a small smile. "Talented, witty, and cute," she analyzed. "The winning trifecta."

Okay, what the hell is happening? Before she could attempt a response, Max felt the eyes of several tables descend on her. A particularly menacing glare came from Victoria Chase, a girl Max had learned to avoid from her first day. Max suddenly found herself eager to get this over with. The last thing I need is bullshit drama. It's only the end of the first week and I'm just barely keeping up with class as is.

Max's hesitation was not lost on Rachel. "Don't mind them, Max," she assured. "Besides, you're going to be friends with over half of them within a few weeks, if you'll let me help you out. I can already tell you're cool."

Max did her best to stifle the involuntary self-deprecating laugh at the thought of being friends with so many in so short a time. She tried to play it off as best she could. "I know you're popular but I didn't realize you were a wizard."

"You'd be surprised the magic one can work with the attentions of others," Rachel hinted mysteriously.

"I think I'll have take your word for it." God. This is nice and all, and I do appreciate the gesture, but I'm fine existing behind the lens, thank you very much. And I feel like Victoria is going to melt my eyeballs out with that glare.

Max's thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of Rachel's cell phone. Rachel smiled and asked Max for a moment. She remained seated, grabbed her phone, and began what seemed to be an increasingly intense texting session.

Alllright... I guess, I just sit here? Keep it cool, pretend like the most popular student in the school isn't trying to make small talk to the awkward nobody?

As Max waited her mind wandered to the few days she had spent so far at Blackwell. They had been a mixed bag. On her first day, Victoria Chase had taken a single look at Max and literally turned up her nose. I mean, I didn't realize actual people did that. I thought it was just in silly cliche high school TV dramas. Fortunately Max ran into Kate Marsh shortly afterwards. Kate was quite possibly the polar opposite of everything Victoria, which was just fine in Max's book. Though Max did have to awkwardly turn down an invitation to the abstinence club. Not that I've been anything but. Still, I don't feel a compelling desire to proclaim it to the world by attending a meeting.

After a few minutes the situation grew too uncomfortable for Max to bear. "Needy boyfriend?", Max ventured.

Not looking up from her phone, Rachel scoffed and answered "Something like that." She turned off the phone's screen and returned her attention to Max. "Sorry. Thanks for waiting. Listen, something's come up and I gotta run. But, Max, I do want to pick this up again. You need to tell me more about yourself, okay? And I'll make some introductions. We'll get you settled in here at Blackwell."

"Oh, um, s-sure. That'd be great, Rachel," Max found herself saying. Oh jeez. What did I just agree to.

And with that Rachel grabbed her food and hurried to the cafeteria exit, turning to shoot Max a smile and wave goodbye. Max was too stunned by the whole exchange to muster a response. She looked back at her food, her book, and finally off into space. Well that was... bizarre. I mean, not in a bad way, or anything. But I think I see why Rachel is so popular. Girl has some serious charisma. So Max finished her lunch, returning her attention to her studies. She did her best to ignore the continuing glances from other tables. Fortunately, no one else interrupted her meal.


Max stood outside her dorm room, fumbling for her keys, when she felt Victoria's gaze on her back. Sighing, she turned slowly and rolled her eyes. Standing tall, back arched, Max could feel Victoria's hawkish stare press into her. Victoria gave either direction a quick glance before stepping forward to close the space between them.

"Listen, Max," she began with a much softer tone than expected. "We got off to a bad start. The truth is, I don't want to see you get hurt."

Right. If this doesn't wind up being about Rachel, I swear I will eat my foot.

"It's just, that girl, Rachel Amber," Victoria continued. You live another day, foot. "You'd be wise to stay your distance. Yes, she's fun, and crazy, but she keeps some... unorthodox company. Drug dealers. Insane punks. I would hate to see a promising young photographer such as yourself get caught up in their problems."

My god. Does she not realize how obvious she's being? Or does she just not care?

"Rachel seems to handle it just fine," Max retorted.

"And you're not Rachel, Max. Know your boundaries, or you may find yourself lost."

Max finally found her room key. "You're as transparent as you are vain, Victoria," she said while stepping into her room and shutting the door behind her.

"You'll regret not listening to me, Maxine," Victoria huffed from the hallway. Max let out a tense breath and leaned back against the door, closing her eyes. Honestly, who does she think she is? I'm not some doe-eyed sap from the boonies that can be frightened off with thinly veiled threats. Still though. Why the fuck does she even care?

Max had caught brief hints and whispers that there was some sort of ongoing feud between Victoria and Rachel. It wasn't surprising that this might actually be the case.

And now I'm caught in the crossfire. Great. I thought going to a prestigious art school was about focusing on the, well, art. So far it's ten times the drama of public high school. At least I'm done with classes for the day. I can finally just introvert for a bit.


It wasn't long before Max found herself staring at her phone, messenger app opened to the conversation screen for a friend from ages past.

Life moved so quickly when I got to Seattle. School, photography, new friends. It was pretty shitty of me to just leave her hanging, but surely she's moved on? I mean, it's been five years. Ugh. That being said... I can't have this scepter over my head forever. But how to even start? Is there anything I could say that wouldn't return an instant "fuck you?"

Max gave up, throwing her her phone down on the bed and pacing the room as she so often did. Chloe's final text had left an imprint in her mind; one that drove her actions in ways she still didn't understand. It was the realization that she had truly hurt Chloe, and that her behavior had, for the first time, elicited an angry response from her friend. Which terrified Max.

Should I have replied? I guess a better person would have. Instead I just ran. I hid and pretended it didn't happen. I let myself become distracted by my new life... anything to forget what I left behind. And I'm just as much a coward now as I was then. Here I am, in the same town, and I can't even lift a finger to contact her. I guess... I just need to settle in more? Maybe once I've got a sure footing here, I'll be able to work up the courage. And if I'm being honest, is she really going to want a "blast from the past" to just up and contact her? I'm sure we've both changed so much. Would we even still be on the same wavelength?

At this point Max couldn't tell if she was bullshitting herself or not. Similar thoughts had run through her head over the years, though less frequently as time progressed. After all, five years is an eternity.

Max stopped pacing and decided to write about the day's events in her journal, though she couldn't bring herself to mention Chloe. It was an odd schism in her psyche. She was aware her journal reflected her more hopeful, optimistic self, while leaving the darker corners of her mind unvoiced. Yet she did nothing to address it. On some level Max realized this trait had stretched into many aspects of her behavior over the years. Always making good acquaintances, people she could hang and spend time with, but always at an arms length. Always fearful of what could happen if she let them in too close. Like she had with Chloe.

God, I was such a different person back then. It felt like she was my whole world-we spent almost every day together. Her family was practically my family. And then everything fell apart, just like that. Those first couple of weeks after the move were so hard, but... once school kicked in, it was so much easier to not think about it. To focus on what's right in front of me. And just like I'm sure she did, I moved on. So then why am I back?

A polite knock on the door broke Max's thoughts. Max was pleased to find Kate Marsh standing in front of her door, wearing a slightly apprehensive expression.

"Hi Max, I hope you're well."

"Thanks, Kate. What's up?"

"Well... I know this might sound a little weird, but I was wondering if you would join me for tea? My parents gave me some rather exotic blends. And I have a full tea set in my room."

Eager for a distraction from her otherwise cloudy thoughts, Max readily agreed. "Of course Kate, that sounds awesome. Just give me a minute. I'll be right there."


"So you're friends with Rachel Amber now," Kate asked as they sat in her immaculate room. "At least, that's what everyone is saying."

Max's eyes widened as she held her teacup close to her nose, wafting in the delicious smell of cinnamon spice. They sat facing each other in the middle of Kate's room, both resting on cushions. Max's eye caught some jittery movement from Alice as the bunny nibbled a carrot Kate had recently provided. A bunny is such a perfectly fitting pet for Kate. And I didn't even know we could have pets. Here I thought the best I could have was a plant.

"Hardly," Max disagreed. "She literally just walked up and started talking to me out of the blue at lunch today. It was pretty surreal."

"I can imagine," Kate acknowledged. "Well, you should know, people have been talking. And I don't even try to pay attention to gossip." Kate smiled gently as she set down her tea and grabbed a cracker from the delicately arranged assortment situated between them on the floor.

"I believe you Kate. Did you expect Blackwell to be this rumor-milly? I thought we'd all be too busy with academics to give a shit-" Max cringed at her choice in words. Normally she swore as a matter of course, but something about Kate's presence made her feel slightly guilty about it.

"Relax Max, I'm not your Grandma. I'm not going to lecture you for swearing. Really, please, just be yourself."

"-right," Max continued. "Anyway. It's nothing, I'm sure. Rachel was just trying to be nice; she was throwing the awkward shy kid a bone. I'm sure she's already forgotten about the whole thing."

"If you say so Max. But I wouldn't be so sure," Kate countered with a smile. "You've gotten quite a bit of attention this week with that photography assignment. I don't think Mr. Jefferson hands out praise lightly."

Kate referred to Max's best moment since the start of the semester. To get everyone's feet wet, Mr. Jefferson had asked the class to submit their best attempt at capturing "motion." Max's photo of a crow taking flight received praise from the teacher, who showed it to the whole class as an example of what to strive for. I still can't believe that happened. I was so sure he was going to praise Evan's photo, or Rachel's. Theirs were better. Also, I think that moment crystallized Victoria's mean girl attitude towards me. Before, I was just another poorly-dressed loser. Now, I'm a poorly-dressed loser receiving the praise she so clearly desires. That was another thing Max had noted: Victoria's cringe worthy attempts to both give and receive flattery from Mr. Jefferson. Rachel, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Her interactions with Mr. Jefferson were smooth and free of awkward desperateness. The two behaved like old friends, which seemed to irritate Victoria to no end.

"Y-yeah. I guess so. Still can't believe that happened."

"I can, Max," Kate asserted. "You're clearly more talented than you give yourself credit for."

What is this, everyone-praise-Max day? Not that I'm complaining. But I'd kinda just like to move it along. Nothing to see here, folks...

"You're too nice, Kate." Max took another sip of her tea and refocused the topic of conversation. "You wouldn't believe Victoria's response to this whole thing. I just I don't see why she has to be such a bitch, to either of us." Max had witnessed several times Victoria and her drones giving Kate the mean girl treatment. "I mean, it's really just kind of pathetic. It's like she doesn't realize she's a walking cliché."

"If it's one thing I've learned so far in life, Max, it's that people are often more complicated than they let on. I'm sure there's a reason for Victoria's behavior. Maybe if we knew what it was, we wouldn't judge her so harshly."

"Again, you're too nice Kate. This world doesn't deserve you."

Kate simply smiled, and finished her tea with a final sip. "This was fun. Again sometime?"

"Of course, Kate," Max said with a bright tone. "We should do weekly tea dates!"

"That would make me so happy, Max. Let's plan on it."


Max lay strewn under the shade from one of the many trees in the Blackwell courtyard. She did her best to work through the chemistry reading due Monday while listening to the latest Jose Gonzalez album on her phone. But pretty much anything was a welcome distraction from nauseatingly boring homework. Several other groups of students had taken up positions at the tables and benches, all enjoying the warm September breeze. A day had passed since what Max referred to in her mind as the "lunch room incident." It was now Saturday and she hadn't heard a word from Rachel, which was just as well. Looks like I can relax. No need to remain worked up about it. But Max couldn't deny that she had felt a twinge of disappointment.

Max noticed a drone hovering in the nearby air. She gave it a wave when the camera swerved to face her direction. The drove swung side to side as if in reply. I think that's that one girl's drone? What's her name, Brooke, I think? Man, I've really gotta get on top of this whole "knowing everyone's name" thing. At least, for the girls on my floor.

Seeing as Rachel Amber was on the same floor, Max had half expected an evening visit to follow up on their conversation. But none came. Max still wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved by this. She was just being nice. She's checked off the "say hi to new kid" item on her to-do list and is onto other things. I imagine she has like no free time, given her number of people vying for her attention.

A muffled bang penetrated through the music and directed Max's eyes towards the road. Charging down the street was an amazingly out of place vehicle. A truck that had most definitely seen better days and a far cry from the expensive sedans and SUVs most students and parents seemed to own. Max squinted and was surprised to see what looked like Rachel Amber herself in the passenger's seat. The truck pulled to a stop, two figures inside hugged, and Rachel hopped out of the vehicle, radiating a positive energy in only the way she could. Max quickly looked back down at her textbook, hoping to go unnoticed.

Another bang and the truck roared off down the road, displaying a complete disregard the posted speed limit. I swear, some drivers. That's how people get killed! Okay Max, just stay focused on the book. But only a few seconds had passed before she felt a shadow in front of her and saw a friendly hand waving in front of her face. Rachel was kneeling with a smile, clearly trying to initiate contact. There goes that theory, I guess. Max paused the music and removed her earbuds. She greeted Rachel with a nervous smile.

"Max! Don't think I've forgotten about you. You owe me one life story, due yesterday!" Rachel's voice, smile, and exuberant friendliness made Max suddenly wonder what the hell she was so worried about. Is it weird that I suddenly want to tell her everything about myself? Yes. Yes it is.

"Alright, though you might find this documentary I have on paint drying more interesting."

Rachel grinned and rewarded Max with another laugh. "We're going to have to work on that self-deprecating attitude of yours. It's unbecoming of a photographer with your talent."

Max couldn't resist a warm blush as she digested the compliment. "I'm nothing special really, just taken a few good lucky shots..."

"See? This is what I'm talking about." Rachel sighed and seated herself on the grass in front of Max. "Why are you so afraid of everything? I mean, you barely talk in class, yet I'd bet you could school most of us if you actually spoke up."

"There's where you actually are wrong, and that's not false modesty," Max insisted. "I'm already so behind on the readings, and I always freeze up whenever a teacher pops a question on me. Believe me, I can be quite the train wreck."

"I'll take your word for it." For a moment both girls sat silently, observing a flock of birds pulse and turn in the sky against the backdrop of slowly moving clouds. The slight smell of tin from yesterday's rain carried its aroma on a soft breeze into Max's senses. "So hey," Rachel continued, looking a bit uncomfortable. She raised her free hand and started rolling a bit of her hair into a lock. What's with this vibe? Is she nervous? "There's this party happening tonight at a friend's place," Rachel began. "You should come. Get you out of your shell a bit. Meet new people, mingle, you know?"

What? Seriously? Did I just get invited to a house party by Rachel fucking Amber? Has the world gone crazy? Is this bizzarro land, realm of the everything opposite?

"Oh-ooh, I don't know, Rachel," Max stammered. "I'm really not too great at stuff like that."

"And how many parties have you been to, Max?" Rachel persisted. Max couldn't find a reply and simply looked down at her textbook. "That's what I thought. It's settled then, you're coming. But not dressed like that."

"Huh? What's wrong with my clothes?"

Rachel gave Max a look, one that read "did you really just ask me that?" Max could feel Rachel sizing her up, taking quick internal measurements. "We got a few hours before we gotta be there. I am officially kidnapping you to my room," she pronounced while standing up, "where we will fix your wardrobe for the evening. It should be easy-you and I are the same size."


Max felt awkward. Rachel hadn't lied: her clothes fit like a glove. But so much of clothing isn't how it fits you physically, but how it fits you mentally. And Max was having a hard time adjusting.

I mean, I guess I do look kinda cool, Max admitted while staring at herself in Rachel's full length mirror. But this isn't... "me." Ugh. I'm probably reading too much into it.

"Looking sick, Max," Rachel appraised, pacing around to measure her work.

"I guess... I guess I've never really thought myself a flannel person."

"Well you totally rock it. Trust me, you'll fit right in."

I already miss my hoodie. So long, dear garment of cozy protection. I barely knew thee.

Max decided now was as good a time as ever to bring up a topic that had been on her mind. "Rachel, the other day, Victoria practically assaulted me in the hallway. She had some pretty weird things to say about you."

Rachel slowed her pacing, her expression growing more serious. "Yeah? Do tell."

"Well, that you keep some kinda sketch company. Like, drug dealers and crazy punk rockers."

Rachel rolled her eyes, tilting her back for an exasperated sigh. "Victoria just can't help herself," she muttered, more to herself than Max. "Listen, thanks for telling me Max. It means a lot that you did. And to clear the record: there's only one crazy punk rocker, as Victoria puts it, and she's highly misunderstood. The girl's had a really rough life. Yeah, she's a bit abrasive but anyone would be, I think, in her position. Plus, a few years back, she kinda saved me. I literally don't know where I would be without her."

"Wow," Max paused. I've never heard Rachel so serious. This person must really be important to her. "She sounds really important to you," was all Max could think to say.

"Like you wouldn't believe." Rachel let her words fill the room for a few moments before continuing. "But enough about that. You'll meet her tonight at the party anyway."

"Oh! Ah-okay. I'll forward to it. I think." Max brought her hand to her arm, a nervous gesture she had tried get under control but still continually found herself doing. "I... I wasn't lying earlier when I said I've never gone to a house party. They aren't exactly my scene."

"Oh yeah?" Rachel inquired, quickly restoring her usual levity. "And just what is your scene?"

"You heard of World of Warcraft? Also, lots of TV shows. Movies."

"So... your bedroom. You didn't socialize at all throughout high school?"

"I had friends! We would hang out... Every once and a while. But I guess most of my time was spent either working on my photography, or in my cocoon."

"Time well spent then, given what I've seen of your portfolio. You really do have a gift, Max. Oh! You should bring your camera tonight. I guarantee there'll be plenty of opportunity for some interesting shots."

Max couldn't help a smile at Rachel's relentless encouragement. But does she really care? Or am I just sort sort of weird project to her? It's impossible to tell. I seriously do not want to become some proxy battleground country between super powers Rachel and Victoria.


"You're doing fine, Max. You seriously need to relax. You're practically radiating tension." Rachel had been doing her best to put Max at ease, but this turned out to be no simple task. The party was quite mild by Rachel's standards: plenty of standing room, music playing at mediocre volume, pleasant conversations throughout the house. And plenty of alcohol. But no yelling, screaming, streaking, or holes in the walls. Yet. In sum, it was would should be the perfect introduction to a house party.

"I'm sorry Rachel. This is my fault, I... I shouldn't've let you drag me here. Now I'm just making both of us have a bad time."

Rachel and Max stood in the corner of a generously sized living room. A few couches filled the center, already filled over capacity with party goers. More people stood around the room, having conversation, breaking and forming into smaller and larger groups. Max held a drink of... something, in her hand. She had tried a few sips and decided that this one serving would last her the night, no problem. I think this drink is like 90% alcohol and 10% juice. Bleh. I miss my hoodie. Rachel, for her part, was being a trooper, keeping Max company in what was obviously a highly uncomfortable situation. Which only made Max feel worse.

"I'm not having a bad time Max, and neither are you. Come on, chin up. I know this can seem really intimidating, but I swear it'll get better. Besides, that friend I told you about will be here soon. I think you two might hit it off."

"If you say so, Rachel," Max accepted.

A couple walked into the room and immediately lit up upon seeing Rachel, yelling at her to come join them. "I gotta go say hi real quick, Max. You're good here?"

"Definitely. Please, don't worry about me, just have a good time, for both of us, alright?" Maybe I can actually get a few decent shots while I wait for Rachel's mystery friend.

Max started for her camera bag, but was stopped by a nostalgically familiar voice carrying from the kitchen. "... hella yes!" was all Max caught. Rachel perked up and excused herself from her friends, quickly moving towards the voice.

"Awesome party Rach! And love the mystery punch. Gonna get so fucking wasted!" Max wasn't sure why, but her heart rate had suddenly increased. There was something about that that voice.

Rachel appeared in the room again, towing a girl behind her by hand. It appeared to be the same girl in the truck, from earlier, Max concluded. Wow, all she needs is some piercings and she's ready to go on tour. It wasn't until their eyes met that recognition filled both their heads.

"Max? Max Caulfield? Holy shit!" Chloe dropped Rachel's hand and barged her way through the room, ignoring several annoyed outbursts. Rachel stood stunned, completely confused by Chloe's behavior. She quickly caught up to Chloe, leaning in beside her as both girls stood in front of Max.

"Wait. You two know each other!?" Rachel exclaimed.

Chloe folded her arms and stood up straight, leering down at Max. "I don't know, Max. Do we?"

Max could barely hear her own thoughts over the incessant thumping of her chest. Oh god. It's Chloe. And I'm standing here like a fucking moron. This is not how I wanted this to go down. Oh god.

"I... Chloe, I..." Max stuttered as she struggled to find something to say.

"You... what, Max?"

"I'm sorry," Max choked, placing her drink on a nearby side table. Her eyes caught the sliding doors leading to the backyard and suddenly felt a overwhelming urge for fresh air. Without another word, she quickly ducked out from Rachel and Chloe, making a beeline for the exit.

Chloe's eyes narrowed, then she sighed, assuming her more typical hunched posture. "Well she sure hasn't changed. Listen, Rach, you go have fun. Enjoy yourself. I'll deal with this, alright?"

"You sure Chloe? What the hell is going on? How could you possibly know her?"

"I'll fill you in on the details later. She's... from another life. One that I haven't talked about much."

Rachel slowly nodded in acceptance, backing off as Chloe snatched Max's forgotten drink and made towards the backyard.


Max buried her head deep into her legs around which her arms were tightly wrapped as she silently bemoaned how she just blew another important life event. She had retreated to a position just off the raised wooden patio that extended out from the house's back door. Her body was leaned against one of the posts with her butt planted firmly on the soft grass.

Great. Just great. I just... why did it have to be in a situation like this? Where I'm already out of my element. And my god she has changed. Maybe I was right. We probably have nothing in common anymore. I'm just some relic from a past she doesn't want to remember.

"I gotta hand it to you Max, you have excellent consistency in behavior."

Max jumped slightly as she noticed the presence of Chloe's legs dangling to her right. Lifting her head, Max took in Chloe's new look as she lit up a cigarette. Or at least, what looked like a cigarette?

"Hi, Chloe... it's, it's good to see you," Max worked up the courage to say. "And yeah, I guess I deserve that."

"You bet your ass you do. Five years, Max. You don't call, you don't write... what's a girl to think?", Chloe mussed flippantly, pulling a drag on what Max now recognized to be a joint.

"Har har. I am sorry, Chloe. But it is really good to see you."

"... Yeah," Chloe conceded. "So I figured you'd completely forgotten about yours truly. What brings you back to the Bay? And how do you know Rachel?"

"I never forgot about you, Chloe. And I got accepted to Blackwell; I'm attending the college prep program for photography."

"And Rachel?", Chloe inquired. "I can see she's already dressed you. There's no way that's your usual getup."

"You know me well," Max scoffed, shifting slightly on the ground. "Yeah... yesterday Rachel singled me out when I was eating alone in the cafeteria. Just walked right up and started talking to me. I'm still not sure why. Honestly, I'm worried that I might be a flash point for a pissing match between Rachel and Victoria."

Chloe scoffed at hearing Victoria's name. "Yeah, that wouldn't surprise. Getting along with people isn't really Bitch-toria's strong point. Using them, though. She's got that down pat."

"Her and Rachel seem to have some sort of feud...", Max conjectured.

"Victoria's got a feud with anyone she can't control. She's been like that since I knew her back in Sophomore year. Before I got my ass kicked out."

Max expression changed to shock. "You got kicked out of Blackwell? But you were the smartest kid there. Plus, you always kicked my ass at report cards."

Chloe gave Max a small smirk and explained, "Yeah. Well. When you stop showing up for class and start flipping off your teachers, for some reason they ask you pack it in."

Max looked back down at the ground, returning her head to her knee caps. "Oh. So, I guess things stayed pretty rough for you."

"You could say that," Chloe agreed a she stared at nothing in particular.

"... I'm sorry Chloe, I..."

"Max. Stop. You're not Atlas. You're not holding up the sky or anything here." Chloe paused to take a sip from her drink. "Oh, you forgot your drink. Serious party foul-you're lucky I was there to cover."

Max rolled her eyes and accepted her cup from Chloe's outstretched hand. "Ugh, I think I could get drunk just off the smell of this stuff."

"If only I was so lucky."

"You look like you've gained a tolerance. Alcohol, drugs? Not quite the Chloe I remember."

"Yeah, well, when your dad dies, your best friend abandons you, and your mom remarries a fucking drill sergeant, you gotta find an outlet somewhere."

Pushing past the sting of Chloe's answer, Max said "I didn't know things were so bad, Chloe..."

"You didn't exactly try to find out, Max." A long silence stretched between the two of them. Chloe smoked her joint and Max attempted a few more sips of her drink. Maybe there is something to be said for getting numb on this stuff. Sure beats feeling this guilt.

Chloe broke the silence with a sigh. "But it's not your fault. Shit happens. One of the many things I've learned from Rachel. Just gotta take things for what they are, and move forward."

"You two seem very close," Max stated, eager to hear what Chloe might have to say on the topic.

"She's my world, Max. You know I've always been the super best friend only kinda gal."

"So some things haven't changed," Max shot back slyly. "Still, I'm amazed you're able to steal so much of her attention. It seems like everybody at school thinks Rachel's their number one buddy."

"Rachel has that effect on people. But I'm not shitting you when I say that I'm the only one that really knows her."

"I believe you, Chloe. She... she spoke very highly of you when we were playing dress up. Like you were more than a friend."

Chloe stopped for a moment and Max could swear she saw the beginnings of a blush. "... Y-yeah. Well. Maybe. I dunno." Max felt Chloe looking her up and down again. "Rach did a pretty good job with you, I gotta say. You totally rock that outfit."

Max wasn't sure if the warmth she felt was Chloe's words or the alcohol, or both. Probably both. "I guess. It's a bit outside my comfort zone."

"Hmm," Chloe considered, holding her thumbs and index fingers to frame Max in a picture. "Let me guess... your standard armor is hoodies over ironic t-shirts that don't fit you."

"And I've got chills down my spine. Any other eerily on point facts about me?"

"Nope, this girl's all tapped out. Insert quarter for next insight."

Max grinned and turned to once again absorb Chloe's new look. "You, on the other hand, couldn't have changed more," she observed. "Not in a bad way though. It's totally bad ass."

"Thanks," Chloe smiled as she gave Max a small punch to the shoulder. "Again, Rachel's influence. I honestly don't know what I'd look like, or even be, if we never met."

"I'm glad she was there for you, Chloe."

"Me too."

I have to admit, this is going a lot better than I thought it would. Despite the radical change in appearance, she's still Chloe. I can feel the waves of nostalgia just being in her presence again. I wonder if she's feeling the same thing?

"So, photography, huh?"

"It's sort of been my obsession over the past couple of years," Max explained. "People tell me I'm good at it."

"You'll have to show me your shots sometime. I'll bet they're wicked awesome."

"S-sure," Max agreed nervously. "I'd love to, Chloe."

The pair let another moment of silence descend over them, just taking in the night air and the muffled hum of the party.

"How long you been back in town for?", Chloe questioned.

"Less than a week. I was... I was working up the courage to text you Chloe. I just..." Max let her sentence fall away, unsure of how to continue.

"Don't sweat it Max-attack," Chloe grunted while looking up at the darkened sky. "It's only a week, and I do remember how frantic that can be."

Both girls turned their heads around to see Rachel appear through the sliding glass door, letting the sounds of commotion within escape onto the patio. "Everything cool out here?" she asked as she slid the door shut behind her, restoring the peaceful quiet. Max was surprised to hear a faint trace of nervousness in her voice.

"Peachy, Rach," Chloe answered, looking back down at Max with a small sigh. "Everything be cool."

"That's great!" Rachel said with exuberance. "So... either of you gonna bring a friend up to speed? I take it you're actually from Arcadia, Max?"

Max realized she had never given Rachel her full story. Just some highlights from the previous few years in Seattle. "Yeah. Born and raised. My family moved to Seattle about five years ago. Until then Chloe and I were close."

"Aaah, so you're the mystery friend Chloe never wants to talk about."

"Guilty, as charged," Max conceded.

"The past is the past, and it's filled with bullshit," Chloe cut in. "So let's focus on this party, huh? I am not nearly as drunk as I should be."

Max smiled as she stood up for the first time since her retreat to the backyard. She raised her hands above her head, arcing her back to stretch out the kinks that had formed. She caught Chloe giving her an odd stare. "What's up? Something on my face?"

"Noth-nothing," Chloe stammered. "Come on, let's move our asses back inside. Getting cold out as shit out here."

After Chloe returned indoors Rachel stopped and turned to face Max, who was just behind her. Rachel opened her mouth but then closed it quickly. She offered a strange look, as if there was something on her mind but couldn't find the words. Flummoxed, Max decided to let it slide and followed her back into the party.


Max enjoyed the remainder of the party much more with Chloe present. True to her words, Chloe did get fairly smashed but nevertheless stuck by Max's side almost the entire time. Much to her own surprise Max actually engaged in some interesting conversations with new people about life in the Bay, photography, and Seattle. For some reason it was so much easier to relax knowing that Chloe had her back. For her part, Chloe never quite stopped giving Max shit about her five year absence, but her jibes grew less pointed and more endearing as the night progressed. And as she grew more intoxicated.

Rachel, on the other hand, slid through the party like a Olympian ice skater, weaving into and out of conversations with the greatest of ease. Groups were thrilled to have her join and saddened to see her go. Every so often she would check in on Chloe and Max, ensuring everything was going okay.

I can't believe I'm actually having fun in a situation like this. And wowsers, it's so weird being back with Chloe. Like slipping on an old pair of shoes you've forgotten about. It's great to see her so animated though. Exact opposite of how I left her. I suppose that's all Rachel's doing? I seriously have to thank her for being there for Chloe. For doing what I wouldn't. Speaking of which, I wonder if this changes anything between me and Rachel? The odd look Rachel gave Max as they rejoined the party was still fresh on her mind. Chloe seems fine with "forgive and forget," at least, for now... but Rachel might not feel the same way. To her, I might forever be the girl that broke her best friend.

When the party started to wind down Rachel asserted that Chloe was far too drunk to drive and insisted that she drop her off at home. Chloe attempted to brush it off, that she was just fine and actually sobering up, but consented when Max sided with Rachel. The three of the packed into Rachel's sedan and drove off into the night.


It was quite late by the time Rachel and Max made it back to Blackwell's parking lot. After dropping off Chloe, a strange silence filled the car, the two of them saying nothing as the car's interior cycled between illumination and darkness from the passing streetlamps. Max chalked it up to the both of them being completely exhausted. Rachel also had a bit to drink. Probably just needs to focus on the road, she concluded. Still, Max could detect with occasional stolen glances that something seemed to be troubling Rachel. Something Rachel didn't know how to bring up. Mmph. Whatever it is, we can talk about it in the morning. Right now this body needs bed. Stat.

After parking and deftly sneaking back into the dorms, they stopped outside of Rachel's room. "Rachel, thanks again for inviting me," Max whispered as Rachel unlocked her dorm room. "I totally thought I was going to spend the whole time choking, but I really did wind up having fun."

Rachel returned a small, tired smile. "I'm glad, Max. And you can return my clothes whenever. You should wear them a bit more, give another style an honest chance."

"You got it Rachel. Again, thanks for everything. This was just... a really awesome night."

Max saw Rachel retain that same expression from earlier... one that seemed to show fear or uncertainty. Two emotions that did not come to mind when considering Rachel Amber. This is got to be somehow about Chloe. Maybe she really is nervous about us being friends again?

Max decided to voice her concern. "... Is everything okay, Rachel?"

The look fled Rachel's face in a flash, replaced with a much warmer expression. "Yeah Max. Just tired. There is something we need to discuss... but," she raised her hand to stifle a small yawn, "it can wait. Right now I can hear my bed calling to me."

"You and me both. Good night, Rachel."

Rachel gave Max a final smile and closed the door behind her. Well, I guess I wasn't imagining things. But whatever it is, I'm sure we can work through it. No point stewing on it now. Max was only half way down the hall before her phone buzzed.

Chloe: max max max what u do tomorrow

Max: how are you still awake? you were practically passed out in the car

Chloe: i survive on power naps. and don't dodge the question

Max: no real plans

Chloe: good, would hate for u to have to cancel shit. breakfast, two whales. then onto mystery date

Max: i feel bad for the fate of my poor waffles ^_^

Chloe: NO EMOJI

Chloe: will text u in the morning. be ready

Max: rachel joining us?

Chloe: she's got shit to do but she'll hook up with us later

Max: :( okay

Chloe: evil max

Chloe: and good nite

Alone at last in her room, Max flopped onto the bed and let out a slow breath. God, I'm so tired, but I don't even know if I can sleep right now. I haven't felt this giddy in years. All that apprehension over nothing. I mean, I guess I don't really know that things between Chloe and I are truly okay. It's only been one evening. But it's just so easy to get caught up in her viral enthusiasm.


"A concrete shack," Max ascertained. "In a junkyard. You sure do know how to treat a girl."

After a short breakfast at Two Whales, which combined both a heartfelt reunion with Joyce as well as a complete demolishing of Belgian waffles, Chloe dragged Max back to the truck for the "mystery date." Of all the places Max had imagined since receiving that text, a junkyard was possibly the farthest from her mind.

"A concrete shack with character, Max. Which makes all the difference. Hey search around for some darts, will you? I need to regain my honor against someone worse than me," Chloe paused, giving Max a worried look. "... You suck at darts, right?"

Max rolled her eyes and answered "never played."

Chloe clapped her hands together in an excited gesture. "Hella yes! I am going to wipe the floor with your ass, sister."

"Oh yeah? Then let's make it interesting." Max sensed an opportunity to learn about Chloe's life during over the past five years and couldn't let it slip by. Her challenge caught Chloe's immediate attention. "Oh yeah? What'dya got in mind?"

"We take turns throwing. Whoever scores higher gets to ask the other a question about anything that's happened since my family moved. And you gotta answer truthfully."

Chloe was clearly not impressed by the stakes. "Okay. I'll play. So long as you agree to my terms: the loser has to take a swig of this here gin," she said while revealing a fifth of Seagram's.

Max reeled at the thought of more alcohol, especially so early in the day. But Chloe had already adopted her puppy eyes and Max couldn't find it in her to say no. "Fine, fine, have it your way. I'm stopping if I feel like throwing up though."

"That's against the rules Max. And what are we without rules?"

"Uh, you? Hasn't rebellion been your thing for a while now?"

Chloe paused to consider Max's point. "Allow me to rephrase. What are we without my rules?"

"Much better," Max accepted.


"You lying little shit," Chloe swore as Max hit a D20.

"Beginners luck, I swear," Max answered honestly. It's the truth! I've never played this stupid game before. They were only on their second round, the first of which Max won. Wanting to ease into the game a bit before leveling any difficult questions, she had thrown Chloe a softball: how long have you known Rachel? Max wasn't surprised to hear it had been over three years.

"Well, at least I'm getting wasted," Chloe sighed as she took another swig from the bottle. Okay. Time to dig a little while my fortune is good. "Second question: are you and Rachel dating?" Max wasn't quite sure why she felt compelled to ask the question. But it had been on her mind last night as she tried to fall asleep. The two seemed awfully close, though they hadn't yet shown any overt acts of partnership. And she also felt that the answer may shed light on Rachel's odd behavior. Chloe coughed, lowering the fifth and quickly covering her mouth with her arm.

Recovering, she stammered, "Jesus Max. Uh. Well..." Chloe paused, looked considerate for a moment, and then took another, longer, drink. Capping the bottle, she stared the ceiling and continued, "No. Not really. I mean, we basically spend all our time together. Soulmates sorta shit, you know? But no, not... we're not like that."

Max observed several things from Chloe's violent reaction to the question. So they're not girlfriends. But judging from Chloe's flustered response, I get the feeling that she might not be content with the way things are? Max grew an evil smile and warned, "You'd better hope I don't win the next round."

Max was rewarded with a pained, sullen expression. "You're cruel, Max. Can't a girl catch a break?"

"Less talk. More throw," Max teased. Chloe stuck out her tongue at Max before throwing her dart.

"Hella yes! T16! Beat that, you fucking hippie!"

Max did not beat that. Frowning, Max shuddered involuntarily as Chloe smugly handed over the bottle with an outstretched arm. Chloe nearly bowled over with laughter upon witnessing Max's reaction after taking a sip.

"Holy shit. What the fuck Chloe? What the hell is this stuff? This is like drinking mouth wash!"

"You're not far off, Max," Chloe chortled, taking her time to recover. "And now. Revenge!" Max felt Chloe's eyes on her as Chloe began to slowly pace the room in some sort of vain attempt to build apprehension. "Tit for tat. Did you date in Seattle? Any loverboys? Or girls?", Chloe asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Guess I should've seen that one coming. Fortunately, it's an easy answer. "No loverboys, or girls, for this hipster," Max confessed. "Unless you count my camera."

"Right! You still have to show me your portfolio! You should know that my expectations are through the roof at this point," Chloe exclaimed, swaying back and forth in excitement.

"Then you should prepare to be disappointed," Max cautioned. "You won't find anything very edgy in my collection." Nevertheless, the thought of Chloe oohing and aahing over her work made Max feel a bit fluttered. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

"Rachel's right. You really do have a self image problem. I mean, I always kinda noticed when we were kids. But I think it's gotten worse."

She's not wrong. I don't even know why I give myself half the shit that I do. Just easier, I guess, than actually having to be assertive about anything.

"Speaking of whom, wasn't Rachel supposed to meet us here?"

"Yes, she was," Rachel interrupted, sticking her head through the doorway. She had a wore a rather deadpan expression as she asked "I've been texting for a while now."

"Oh shit," Chloe mumbled as she went for her phone. "Fuck, Rachel, I'm sorry, damn thing was on buzz and I just didn't hear it."

"It's cool," Rachel reassured. "We already agreed to meet here anyway. By the way, who else were you hanging out with?"

Both Chloe and Max exchanged glances. "Just been us, Rach," Chloe answered.

"Huh. Saw someone driving off as I pulled in. They looked like they were in a hurry."

"Creepy. Anyway, get in here! I was just about to turn the tables on Max here in darts."

"Oh! Well, now this I've gotta see."


Rachel's sedan rolled quietly down the empty streets of Arcardia Bay as she drove Max back to Blackwell. Max had reluctantly put her foot down once it started getting dark-she was already certain there was no way she'd have her homework done by Monday even if she spent all night working on it. Which she was sure she wouldn't.

That was so much fun. It's so great to be back with Chloe again. And Rachel is so amazeballs, I totally see why Chloe's obsessed with her. I wonder if Rachel really feels the way way, though? Max pondered Chloe's response to the "date" question. She seemed flustered, which means I definitely hit a nerve. I wonder if they're both too... embarrassed, or something? The thought gave Max a queasy feeling, but she wasn't sure why.

"So you and Chloe seem... really close, Rachel," Max put forward, hoping to illicit some sort of committal response.

"We've got a strong bond, yeah. But not like you're thinking, Max. And yes, I know how Chloe feels. We've talked about it. Kind of."

Okay, wow. Open and shut on that one. Max knew she should feel sorry for Chloe but instead, she only felt the unsettling tremor in her gut subsiding. "That's... good, I think?", she responded uncertainly.

Rachel let out a breath and drummed her fingers on the wheel. "So," Rachel paused, as if uncertain of how to continue. "the way Chloe is around you, Max... I've never seen her like that with anyone. Well, except me. She usually keeps people at an arm's length. Yet in two days you're already best buds. Don't get me wrong, I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just saying, it's well outside normal."

Max felt a small glow in her chest at Rachel's observation. "Th-thanks. Well, I mean, we do have history. When we were kids we hung out almost every day."

"And then you dumped her," Rachel spat, snapping her fingers for effect. "Just like that." Rachel took her eyes off the road to give Max a hard look. "She was broken when I found her Max. I don't know how much of that was her father's death, you, or both. But I don't want to have to pick up the pieces again."

Gulping, Max began carefully, "Rachel, I'm so glad, and I'm so thankful, that you were there for Chloe. I've realized that falling out of contact was the worst thing I've ever done. And I want to make up for it. But whatever I do now, it can't measure to what you've done."

I guess this explains her strange behavior. She's just worried about Chloe. Probably thinks I'll bounce out on her again the moment things get tough, or something. Well, not happening. No way. Though I guess my words are wind right now.

Rachel's expression softened and eventually gave Max a smile. "You sound authentic. And I'm an excellent judge in character. I'll... I'll trust you Max."

Max gazed down to her lap, not sure how to continue, except to say "Thanks Rachel. You... you won't regret it. I promise."

A few minutes later the drive was interrupted by Rachel's cell phone receiving a few texts. Rachel took a quick look at the screen and huffed, throwing the phone back on the dash. After a few more buzzes, the phone began ringing. "Oh, for the love of..." Rachel cursed. But instead of silencing the call, Rachel picked up the phone and brought it to her ear. "What?", she snapped.

This is interesting. Sounds like a guy on the other end. An older guy. It's none of my business, but I wonder what this is about...

Rachel listened for a spell, responding to the caller with only short, gruff answers. She's so obviously trying to finish this call. Why doesn't she just hang up?

Another minute passed before Rachel took control of the conversation. "Listen. It's over, okay? You need to move the fuck on. Good bye." Rachel groaned loudly as she set tossed the phone and pressed her arms and body against the steering wheel. "Guess I'll be relying on Nathan from here on out..." she muttered under her breath.

Probably best not to press my luck right now. If she wants to talk about it I'm sure she will.

After a few moments of silence, Rachel explained "Thanks for not prying Max. Do me a favor and keep whatever you heard between us, alright? It would mean a lot."

"Oh-of course, Rachel. My lips are sealed."

"So, listen, something's come up, and I'm just gonna drop you off at Blackwell, alright? Got a few errands to run."

"Sure thing, Rachel."


The quiet, muffled murmurs of conversation permeated the thin walls of the girls dorm as Max stared zombie-eyed at her laptop screen. She let loose a small yawn, closing an open textbook and pushing her chair back with her legs. It wasn't even that late yet, but a Monday comprising one part classes and two parts insane Chloe time left her exhausted. God. I don't regret blowing off home work to go hang with Chloe, but man, my brain feels like jello. Still. It was awesome to finally see Chloe's house again. Max had spent the better part of the day holed up in Chloe's room, which set the nostalgia factor up to nine thousand. Seeing how much had changed both intrigued and saddened Max. All those scribbles on the wall. Rachel really wasn't kidding about Chloe's mental health. The more I learn about what Chloe's been through, the worse I feel. Chloe seemed determined to move past it though-she had completely stopped any sort of humor at Max about going dark after moving. I guess she can tell how it makes me feel. She's still so empathetic despite that punk rock attire.

The two-Rachel begged forgiveness due to prior engagements-spent more time covering Chloe's life over the last few years, such discovering that the hardass security guard Mr. Madsen was in fact Chloe's "step-douche." But the fair bulk of it was spent watching movies and simply enjoying each other's presence. And that was the other thing. Chloe had always been a bit touchy-feely when they were kids, so it didn't surprise Max that she had been receiving repeated hugs and grazing touches. But starting today, some of those hugs were lingering... and Max found that she didn't mind in the slightest. Okay brain, get your head out of the gutter. You've been back in her life for, what, two days? And why am I even thinking about... that... I mean...

Max had never bothered to question her own sexuality much. But that being said, she'd never spent much time meditating on it either. Gah. And, like, I guess it's pretty obvious where Chloe stands on the issue. From the rebellious clothes, to the alternative blue hair, and her handling of the "date" question from yesterday, Max was confident Chloe was at least open to the idea. Max thought back to a few hours ago, when they lay on Chloe's bed watching The Evil Dead II. Not exactly Max's cup of tea but Chloe had insisted when she learned Max hadn't seen it. Initially Max didn't read anything into it but, in retrospect, they had laid awfully close together throughout the whole movie. Chloe had elbowed her repeatedly during certain scenes and even outright tickle attacked when Max hid her head in a pillow. She screeched so loudly that David Madsen burst in to see what was wrong. He had to dodge a thrown bottle on his hasty departure from the room.

Max flopped onto her bed and shut her eyes, trying to digest her confused emotions. Well, the only thing I know for sure is that moving back to Arcadia Bay was the best decision I've ever made. School might be kicking my ass, but I do feel like I'm learning, and I don't hate being teacher's pet to Mr. Jefferson. Plus all these new friends I'm making-Rachel, Kate... But by far, I'm most thrilled to be with Chloe again. All those years spent trying not to think about it. Dumbass!

Grinning to herself, Max grabbed her phone.

Max: how am I supposed to focus on boring physics after today?

Chloe replied within seconds.

Chloe: first hit of the Che-train is free girl, next time u gotta pay

Max: you know this hippie's broke right

Chloe: we can find an arrangement

Max: xoxo ^_^

Chloe: u r a tease max. also NO EMOJI

Chloe: i'm kidnapping you and rach from blackhell tomorrow after class. be prepared

Max: aye aye captn!

Letting out a slow breath, Max drifted to sleep, her thoughts focused on a certain someone.


Max had just completed her morning routine when she got a text from Rachel.

Rachel: max swing by my room on your way out, ok?

Wonder what's up. We'll be seeing each other in class, right?

Max gathered her things and walked down the hall towards Rachel's room. Being mid-morning, the dorm was alive with activity. She could hear Kate practicing her violin, and noticed Juliet and Brooke standing off to the side discussing something. Max had to bust out a fast dodge to avoid the attack formation formed by Victoria and her two drones, Courtney and Taylor, as they pompously sped down the hallway.

Max knocked on Rachel's door and was surprised by its occupants when it opened. A small haze lingered in the room, which Max immediately recognized to be pot, but there was some other more unfamiliar paraphernalia on the floor. What truly drew her attention was the presence of Nathan Prescott sitting on Rachel's bean bag chair. Max hadn't interacted much with Nathan. She had heard both good and bad things about him-that he was a riot to be around, but also prone to emotional outbursts. Suddenly Max put one and one together in her head, remembering Rachel's offhand comment in the car the other night. So, I guess Nathan is Rachel's hookup?

Rachel looked stoned and then some. In an airy voice, she asked Max to cover for her in photography class today. She handed Max her homework: a manila packaging envelope containing the photos exhibiting the theme of "compassion." Worried, Max agreed, but mostly because she didn't want to make a scene in front of the still unknown factor of Nathan.

"So you're still on for this afternoon, right?" Max asked hesitantly.

"Hmm? Oh, oh yeah. Yeah. I'll text you guys, okay?" Rachel responded with a smile.

"You... you sure you're okay, Rachel?"

Rachel took a moment to compose herself and put a hand softly on Max's shoulder. "Trust me, Max, I'm fine. I just need to unwind a bit, okay? Got a lot of... crazy shit going on in my life right now."

"Alright Rachel," Max conceded. She glanced at Nathan who was wholly devoted to his phone. Nevertheless he noticed Max's eyes and gave her a look.

"H-hi. Nathan, right?", Max asked.

"Don't you have places to be, nerd?", he accused in an uninterested tone.

"Nathan. Max is a friend," Rachel scolded.

Nathan simply shrugged his shoulders and returned his attention to his phone.

"Ignore him, Max. And thank you so much for this. I really owe you one, okay?"

Max couldn't help but beam. It was impossible to not feel a little good knowing you just helped Rachel Amber. "I got your back, Rachel. Anytime."