A/N: I warn that the two chapters that follow are a return in the past, for the presentations of the main characters. I can not begin the first return in the past without giving you a glimpse of Max's life, Chloe and Rachel before the game's events.
I also wanted to come back to a detail, Chloe became friendly again with Max once she knew that Max saved her life, and not after she revealed her powers. If Max has never had to save her life, Chloe will always give her a cold shoulder (this is my interpretation anyway).
The title of the chapter refers to the expression of Victoria speaking in French, that does not mean that the story is already finished, but I found it fun!
Reviews are welcome:
NearYou: Thanks to you, young energetic and very protective reader of Rachel. In view of your 'nice' comment, I understand that you did not read the author's notes at the beginning and note that it is an AU, then it is not surprising to change the personalities of the characters to the will of the author. You should also know that it is simply a fiction, do not be too serious with the contents it contains, you would do too much harm in considering the number of fiction with the different ways in which Rachel is written, then fart a blow and relax.
For Rachel being a 'copy' of Laura Palmer (in the series Twin Peaks, I knew it already but I thank you for your worries of my culture), I want to tell you that Rachel is based on this character and so, she shares only part of her personality or her story, so Rachel is not Laura Palmer. Not to mention that Rachel's personality is told according to the different points of view of the many people in the city, not Rachel herself, so it is difficult to have a good opinion of Rachel as our judgment can be distorted by emotions (positive, negative or neutral) characters such as Chloe, Victoria or even Max. Then I have already explained in this first chapter the reasons why Rachel is this way, which is a cause and effect that could happen to any human.
Finally, I read many stories where Rachel is always seen in a teasing, strong, carefree way ... so I wanted to be original and changed to make Rachel the way I did it (and unfortunately, you did not like, you see me sad). I thank you for advising me to start the game again and it will be with pleasure, but not because you have so kindly advised me, but because I love this game.
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02 - Au revoir
In a peaceful little town with no story, sun is shining, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and various sounds of explosion and shooting are heard through the half-open window of the bay window in the garden of a humble house.
Two little girls were dueling in front of the television, the shy little brunette is sitting cross-legged on a cushion while being fully focused on the goal of beating her friend, while the playful blonde is lying on her stomach with her back slightly curved, legs crossed and elbows press down on a cushion, looking carefree as she easily believes to her victory in this battle mode.
With the console purring peacefully to provide children with their shared pleasure, the girls played different characters: the brunette played a big blue ant while the blonde played her favorite blue-haired person named Vela. The game was calm for a while as the blonde was looking for her opponent through the map, the two girls were neck and neck with their health bar almost exhausted, and the first one who catches the other will win.
Silence was heavy, the blonde was now looking impatiently at her opponent as they were in a fairly small level, inside a room of a spaceship with big blue boxes everywhere. She was always impulsive and preferred going straight to combat, unlike the patient brunette who was establishing «strategies» as she says.
Finally, the blonde heard a whistle in the distance and finally, the patience of the brunette was rewarded by the defeat of her opponent, what more effective than a tri-rocket launcher to end the game in beauty? The blonde threw her controller to the side and stood up from her position to rage in the living room.
The brunette laughs at her friend's behavior, she always made a tragic/humorous scene when she lost in a video game, the blonde hated defeat.
"C'mon Chlo, no need to take it like that. You know you almost lose every time we play" the brunette said to the teenage girl, who now looked at her with indignity.
"What?! It's not true, I also win most of the time. Don't get all the glory for you, little Max!" the blonde, Chloe, retorts to her young friend by pointing her of the finger.
"Yes ... when we're in a team or when you steal my controller, but at 1 vs 1, you're sucks" Max answered with a small amused smile.
Chloe sat back on her cushion in crossing her arms with sulky look, not satisfied with this answer at all. Max puts her controller next to the nintendo 64 and turns halfway to raise her arm. She takes her polaroid to immortalize this moment, she loves photography, it is her passion and Chloe had pushed her in this way as she immediately saw happiness taking her first picture. She placed the camera in a good place, Max had a gift to take photos, she did not have to be behind the camera to check if she was well placed. She click on the polaroid and a flash occurs, attracting the attention of the blonde who had a little smile on what her little friend did.
After shaking him a little, Max took the picture and looked at her new masterpiece: Chloe was still as beautiful as ever, even when she was sulking in her "SpongeBob" pajamas. She had always admired the beauty of her friend (who likes to be in the foreground) without feeling any embarrassment or jealousy, while Max preferred to remain a spectator behind her camera. Without doing it on purpose, she also captured a butterfly behind the blonde, butterfly that seemed to fly towards the kitchen. Are its wings blue? Max had never seen a butterfly like that.
"Well, am I 'priceless' as always?" Chloe said, raising suggestively the eyebrows with a big smile.
Max groaned at her friend's wordplay, Chloe really seemed to have a gift in making bad wordplays, especially with her name involved.
Chloe takes acquisition of the photo of the hands of the brunette and admires her work.
"You know, you're getting better at this photo thing" Chloe smiled at her friend, then added with a slight sarcasm "to the video games too."
Max smiled back. It was the blonde's fault to initiate her to these games, she did not know what it was before she knew her. Although Chloe owns an X-box 360, they had a preference for games from old consoles, such as "Jet Force Gemini" where Max triumphed over her friend ... for the hundredth time this weekend. But they are also fans of modern games, like Halo, Kingdom Hearts, and a bunch of other games. They especially enjoyed Mario Kart, where her friend always chose Bowser and ... still did not win against her.
Taking advantage of the good humor of her good friend, Max pulls a small object out of the pocket of her "Jasmine" pajamas, she had taken advantage of Chloe is still asleep from their umpteenth sleepover to slip it into her pocket. She took a deep breath and slid her hands behind her back, before looking up at the blonde.
"Chloe, I, hummm ..." Max starts to say but she has trouble finding the right words, she has never been good for confessions.
The blonde looks up at the young photographer and worries a little about the atmosphere that seems to suddenly fall on them. She gets closer to her cute little first mate until their knees touch each other. Max closes her eyes and takes her courage with both hands. She stretches her hands between them and opens them to reveal two gold chain bracelets she bought with the savings of her pocket money, she had resisted hard not to spend.
A heart-shaped plate was attached to the bracelets, with the words "Partners in Crime" written on both sides of the heart cracked in two, with red jewels between the heart for one of the bracelets and jewels blue for the other.
Chloe looked curiously the bracelets, and smiled slightly at the gesture. Her friend knew she was not the kind of girl who liked to be the princess in distress or all the nerd stuffs, but she must confess that it touched her, she really loved that attention. Max takes silence for a refusal.
"Sorry, I know it's stupid and cheesy" she begins to apologize but she feels a touch on her hands.
"I really like it, even if it's cheesy and stupid" Chloe responds by taking a comical tone at the last words of the brunette.
Max laughed and felt the nervousness leave her body to the positive response of the blonde. She took the bracelet with the blue jewels to put on Chloe's wrist, while the playful blonde seized the second bracelet to put it on the wrist of her young friend.
"Thanks" Max said to the bigger girl by wrapping her arms around her shoulders to hug her.
"No problem, Maximus" Chloe answered by accepting the hug as she wrapped her arms around her waist.
The little brunette did not know how long they remained in this position, she had closed her eyes to appreciate better this moment but when she had opened them, the room around them seems to surround a haze, certain details and furniture seemed transparent until disappearing and returning to their normal state, as if they were unstable.
"Maxine" Chloe's voice pulled her out of her trance but she did not sound like Chloe, but more mature.
"Chloe, you know I do not like that name" Max scolded her lightly as she pulled out of her friend's arms.
Chloe did not listen and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Maxine, how do you find our new home?" Chloe continues to say but her voice was more maternal and not like the teenage girl she is.
The 13-year-old saw a flash around them and when the light disappeared, she saw her mother in the blonde's place. Vanessa had an encouraging smile but her face became worried about the lack of reaction of her only child as she did not respond to her calls. Max took a moment to know where she was.
After retiring from her trance by her mother, Max remembers that she was no longer to Price's house with her now ex-best friend forever, she was no longer in Arcadia Bay but in Seattle for their new life in Seattle.
She had to get lost herself in her memories at one time or another when she walked through the door of their new house, the entrance had reminded her that of Price, with the staircase to the right, the way to the room of the blonde.
Of all the memories that had to appear, it was the one where she had given her the bracelet of friendship. Max knew it was not a big present, but it was kind of thanking/declaration to tell Chloe how important she is for her, without using the words she could not pronounce.
"I'm fine" Max lied to her mother's worried face, not bothering to tell her rule of "Max-never-Maxine" as her mother infringes it every time.
Vanessa Caulfield smirked at her daughter, she knew very well that she was not fine now. She was placing a cardboard box full of dishes in the kitchen that she returned to the car to take the rest, glad that they had moved the furniture a few weeks earlier inside with her husband, and she seen her daughter carrying a cardboard at the entrance. Max seemed to be stuck for some reason and she had tried to wake her daughter until she touched her shoulder and called her by her full name. She thought that her child would have a reaction, as she hated her first name for x reason.
The housewife did not like seeing her daughter as morose, she is usually in a good mood, especially with the presence of Chloe or of the bacon. When they told her the news of the move to Seattle, they had explained to her why they had to leave: their low wages no longer allowed them to live in a humble way at Arcadia, their new work reported more and their families could better live and pay off their debt, their daughter will be able to study at a new high school with a photography program as she has always dreamed, she will be able to see Chloe again during the next school holidays.
She seemed to have understood the benefits for them, but Vanessa could see that her beloved daughter was not perfectly happy with the news. Max had always been very shy, she spent most of her time locked in her room and her social anxiety was a big problem to make friends at the seven-year-old girl, until she met this young girl at the beach.
Vanessa had been extremely grateful for the blessing that Chloe was for her daughter, she had seen the changes, she had seen the little spark of life burning in her child's eyes. The joyous and energetic blonde helped her get out of her shell, she taught her to push if other children pushed him, she taught her to defend her opinion, to be strong, to pursue her dreams.
Unfortunately, the timing was horrible. William's death was a shock to everyone, they all mourned his loss. He had been a very good friend for Vanessa, a brother for her husband Ryan and a second father for Maxine. They were terribly sorry for Joyce, they would have liked to stay as long as possible but he had a schedule to respect and their future also depended on it. Joyce is ravaged for her loss but she was strong, she owed it for her daughter. But Chloe, she was inconsolable, that affected Maxine, who was crying because she could not calm the pain of her best friend.
When the day of departure arrived, they bid farewell to the Price family member the time of a coffee, Vanessa promised to keep in touch with Joyce. Ryan & Vanessa had given their daughter time to say goodbye to Chloe and let her go to her room. When they were waiting in the car, Vanessa was surprised to see Maxine slam the door of entrance behind her with her head down and climb into the car without a word. The journey took place with Maxine's silence, Vanessa had tried to speak with her daughter but Maxine kept short and evasive answers.
Vanessa lowers herself to her daughter's side, trying to pull her hair apart, hiding the upper part of her face to her nose, but her daughter pushed her away.
"I have to put that in my room" Max said simply before turning away from her mother and climbing the stairs. She knows she is not polite to her mom but she does not want she sees her face at the moment.
The matriarch watches her child climb the stairs before seeing her disappear from her vision. She sighs at her dark behavior, she hopes that this change will not bring her daughter back to her solitary and reserved attitude that she was before her 8 years old.
Make sacrifices at its price, Vanessa hopes that the one her daughter's will not be too high.
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Max Caulfield
Caulfield new home, Washington Park, Seattle (WA)
August 24th, 2008. 15:27 PM
A good hour has passed since she had this "dream" awake, she did not put too much effort into placing her things at their respective place. Her parents found this house a few weeks earlier (somewhere to E Mercer St, not far from the Seattle Japanese Garden, Max did not pay attention to the address) and had already moved most of their belongings, especially the furniture.
Her motivation was at zero and she had this stupid shirt in her hands for the last ten minutes. A new feeling filled her and she threw the garment of all these forces against the poster of her idol, the famous Mark Jefferson, hoping to tear or do any damage. Epic fail!
It has been hours, since the departure, that she has retained that feeling which she could not suppress, this anger. She had never been so angry in her young life, and it was not the reasons that were missing: the bullies who bore her at the Kindergarten, the stupid girls who humiliated her and tore her clothes at the 2nd Grade, or even Holly Foster who made her life a living hell (until he met Chloe). She had never been angry in her entire life, of course she could be annoyed or bored but not at this level.
She wanted to hit.
She wanted to wounded.
She wanted to inflict pain.
Because what she felt was unbearable. Max was breathing heavily and placing her hand on her chest, she clamped the tissue to her heart, hoping it could calm her, calm the emotional wound in one way or another. Disappointment!
She calmed her breath to a normal level, she did not want to have a panic attack she had not had in two years, since Mike Andrews had wanted to touch her chest, and until Chloe intervened and sent him to the hospital, for having broken the jaw of the pervert of three years her elder.
After calming down, Max stands up to face the mirror of the room, the one next to the entrance. She lifts her hair from the left side of her face to see her black eye, farewell gift from her "best friend".
She could not believe it, Chloe had struck her, she had actually struck her, when she had promised that she would never raise her hand on her, that she would be her protector until the end of time. Ha! You're talking about a promise; «Everybody lies. No exceptions», that is absolutely true.
But she deserved her, Max knew it very well. She had had enough time to break the news of her move to Seattle. She had had a fucking months to tell her but she had once again been a coward, she hated confrontation and was especially pleased that Chloe would rise for her. The worst was that Chloe knew that a little earlier, when her parents phoned Joyce to tell them that they would spend one last time before leaving, Chloe had to hear it somehow.
The blonde had told her that she felt betrayed, that she was not a friend, she had shouted at him to leave her while her father's death was still fresh. Chloe had thrown her "friendship bracelet" in the chest telling her to leave, Max had tried to resonate and apologize. But bad timing, bad touch on the shoulder and Chloe had lost it.
Anger is a powerful feeling, an engine making the person stronger if she knew how to use it, but Chloe's anger turned into rage, into fury, she could no longer control her words and gesture. There was a monstrous silence the next moment, a fly could be heard flying, Max had been more shocked than hurt by the pain and Chloe had an empty look. Max left the room calmly, close the door gently, undo her ponytail and try to hide her face with her hair, then left forever broken family without looking back.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Max did not feel as much pain as she thought, her eye had already a semi-yellow discoloration little visible, Chloe did not hit her as hard as that. But the consequences were heavy, she was invaded by anger, rage, she hated almost everyone, all those bullies or the people who hurt her in the past. She felt contaminated by this infection, a soft little voice told her to calm down and remain faithful to her principles, but what had it served her? For what results?
Max looked at her reflection in the mirror, her frowning brows gave her a threatening air despite her age, her black hair she had dyed to show Chloe that she could be "dangerous", which earned her a laugh from the blonde for the wrong choice of color to take risks. These freckles did not help either.
She hated Chloe for the anger that had arisen in her.
She hated William for not being invincible.
She hated her parents to move away from everything she knew.
But above all, she hated this girl in the mirror that seemed to laughs at her.
Taking an uncontrollable rage, Max raised her arm and struck with all her strength the mirror ... which earned her a pain that spreads to all her fist while the mirror is intact. The score is overwhelming; Max: 0 and Mirror: 1, victory of the mirror by capitulation. Yes, she should follow her father's advice and do some physical exercise.
At least, the pain took him away from anger for a while, it was already a small victory. Max had a lot of trouble dealing with reality: Chloe, her heroine, her best friend forever, her pirate captain, the one with whom she shared the responses of homework (dog, she hated science), had hit her. She had loved her more than a sister, she still does ... but now, part of her hates her at the same time.
It breaks her heart!
When she gently took her wounded hand, she touched the bracelet she still wore. Ha! As if he wanted to say something now. She tore it as fast as she could and threw it somewhere in the room, without paying attention to the landing. That part of her life was over, no point of keeping it!
When her hand did less harm, the young teenager resumed her task of tidy her things in her large room. With their new salary, her parents were able to afford better credit for this large but modest home, they made her happy by telling her that her new room will be larger than the last but they had failed. What's the point of having more space if it's to share it with no one? Oh wait, she can always share it with her morosity found, absolutely awesome, whouou! Insert sarcasm here!
She bent down to open another box and out her super high tech equipment (her old laptop and printer), and she felt a draft through the window.
"Greetings, dear neighbor!" an excited voice made her jump of terror.
When Max opened his eyes, she discovered two things. She fell into a bizarre position: her back resting against the bed with her head down and her legs spread with her knees on either side of her head, she could laugh if this position was not a little too naughty. And, looking up, she sees a blond girl (probably her age) with her elbows resting against the edge of the window to let her chin rest on her hands, she also carries an amused smile on her pretty face.
"Well, we do not know each other yet but I accept the pretty effort of seduction" the blonde adds, hiding her laughter with her hand.
Max gives her a bad look. Awesome, another playful blonde was entering her life and she was already losing (literally) her head. In addition, she has the strange feeling that she will get her into trouble. Max wonders if she does not have some kind of magnetism on blondes.
Chloe Price
Price Household, Arcadia Bay (OR)
August 24th, 2008. 18:55 PM
She's always been bigger than Max!
That's what Chloe finally concluded after staring at the wall where the different scales of her and her first mate are marked. The silent blonde has always known that she is bigger than Max, even bigger than most girls of their age, but she never realized this knowledge, she took it for granted, like a lot other stuff.
She lost track of the time she was gazing at this wall, sitting on the floor with her back bent against the bed, her legs bent and her arms under her knees, all she knows is she does not want to do anything. She can not even cry anymore, her tears dried on her cheeks have long since disappeared by dint of crying for the last five hours.
She feels depressed, useless, emptied, all her energy flew out of the window since she broke her promise. Chloe could still feel her fist coming in contact with her face, she could feel her heart crashing at the sight of her betrayed face, too shocked to make a sound. She felt too angry to think. This morning, when she had heard her mother's conversation with Max's parents, it was as if a second knife sank into her heart, along with that of her father's death.
Her best and only friend would move.
Her pirate companion was about to leave.
Max was going to abandon her as her father just did.
She could not take it, she could not accept it. She wanted to beg her not to abandon her, not to leave her alone, that she needed he tro hold together, she wanted to take her in her arms and never let her go. But when she saw Max entering her room with a sad look, a switch had been triggered in Chloe's head. The blonde had always been impulsive, she could move from one state to another in two seconds. Joyce had even thought that she might see a beginning of bipolar disorder but William had reassured her and that she was just a teenager. While Chloe was turning in her room shouting against Max, the brunette had made the mistake of touching her and the blonde could not help but respond by hitting her.
She pushed her away from her, surely as she pushed her father away because otherwise, he would still be alive, right? It's always her fault, is not it? Joyce is at Two Whales, surely to avoid her daughter because she must know that it's her fault. She, the egotistical girl who pushed her father when she should have asked him to stay at home, as any good daddy's girl would have done. But no, she had sent him to death and her mother knew, she did not want to be left alone with a murderess.
Her world was crumbling, it was really a month of shit, and it did not even 24 hours that she had buried her father and her friendship with Max. She could call the latter, apologize and say that everything is forgiven, she would if she had the courage. Or Max may be calling her, after all, she always called her when something went wrong.
But no, Chloe preferred drowning her regrets and loneliness in this fucking bottle of wine she had emptied less than an hour ago. She had stolen this bottle in the garage after Joyce had gone to work, it's not like she's going to take care now, and her father can not tell her anything either. She did not care about the taste or the consequences, she thought gained courage but it did not work, she fell into the melancholy of the good times spent in this room.
Her trance is broken after hearing her phone make a sound, sign that she has just received a texto. Judging that watching the wall can not restore her happiness, Chloe reluctantly decides to stand up and take her phone on the bed to see who sent her this text message.
The blonde happens very well to read the text on her phone, despite the emo atmosphere that seems to reign inside after judging that daylight was too good for her and that she half covered the windows with curtains.
Chloe does not smile. The faint glimmer of hope in her soul went out when she read the number displayed on the phone.
She taps a quick reply before throwing her phone into her purse and going to her closet to take clothes. She undresses by keeping her underwear before taking her new clothes and walking to the bathroom. Chloe quickly dresses from a slightly too revealing top and a miniskirt in jeans that she would never put without pants underneath ... that's what she would have done if she had been in her normal state and not in zombie mode.
She applies a little makeup and lipstick (she no longer cares even about her principles on animal testing) she borrows to her mother to look a little older than she was, she looks at her reflection for a moment to see if it was okay, or at least if she did not look like to the monster she thinks she is. She then returns to her room to retrieve her purse and goes down the stairs to put on her shoes.
Chloe is about to open the door with her hand on the door wrist, a little part of her still hopes that her father calls her from the kitchen to prepare breakfast or that Max takes her hand to take to the garden to take photos. She even hopes to hear the soft music of the violin of the little girl of the church which has slightly calmed her heart during yesterday's funeral.
But nobody came.
After this realization, the depressed blonde opens the door and leaves before closing behind her. She walks to the car where the occupant of the vehicle is a young man a little too old that she, at least ten years gap between the two, but she does not care any more.
The man gives her a charming smile as she climbs into the car, but she sees his hungry look in his eyes. She knows that she is only a piece of meat for him as he has a bad reputation for being a guy who collects the conquests of a night, even if the girl is downright young.
Chloe knows she's going to make a mistake when he starts the car to bring her back to her bachelor flat but she does not care. She wants to feel something other than the guilt that gnaws at her like the acid gnaws at the metal.
Who knows, with a little luck, they will have a road accident. Maybe she will not get away alive and she'll see her loving father back in heaven.
It will always be better than staying in that hell that killed her with a slow fire!
Rachel Amber
1354 Palms Blvd, Venice (CA)
August 24th, 2008. 21:26 PM
In a big reddish house, dozens of young people were celebrating inside and around the pool. It was organized by a bourgeois girl whom most of the participants did not know but they did not care that much, everything was good to have fun before the resumption of September.
They were all in swimsuits/bikini, normal for a pool party, except for some who kept their shorts but were nevertheless topless or at the top of the swimsuit. It was dancing, moving, laughing, shouting with joy, they were for the most part raving to enjoy the last days.
Everything was good: the consumption of alcohol is at its full with flaming shots in the kitchen for the braver or the reckless, the pizza boxes piled on the tables where everyone was using. The mini-bar outside served vodka, rum, jager and others, regulars had fun to do drinking those who had never drunk alcohol to see who would vomit first. One of them had his head down, his ankles held by two other guys, and drank a beer keg through the tube to see if he would beat the record for the evening.
In the pool, some girls rubbed against some guys she liked to stir up sexual lust without trying to conclude (it's less visible in the water, nobody could see that they were teased and will be treated as a bitch), for the pleasure of pleasing and a boost for the ego. In the TV corner, several people played spin the bottle, two boys who had to kiss each other in spite of their embarrassment and the insistence and pressure of the other participants.
In the basement, two dozen people sit to talk, smoke, drink and make out. They were the geeks mixed with the stoners, turning their weed to forget the world or about their future worries. Others were drinking and two couples were kissing on the sofas installed. At least half played at the same time "Time's up", a girl tried to mimic a celebrated figure but not very familiar to this character, she could not to do win her team while others laughed at her gesticulations.
Everyone had fun, everyone except the organizer of the evening and the daughter of the owners of the house.
A some Sonia, an 18-year-old brunette with Maghreb origins, was chasing her boyfriend of the same for the last ten minutes when she had given him the task of fetching her a drink. She was furious. How long did it take him to take that damn mojito? Sonia imagines that he had to flirt with one of the party sluts, she was extremely jealous and possessive, she hated to be taken what belongs to her. She was still unaware that the object of her research was already on the first floor since a few minutes.
Ethan, Sonia's boyfriend, followed as hypnotize that mysterious girl who had slipped into the kitchen to take a drink, they had spoken, she had laughed at her silly jokes and she had skillfully him seduced. It was not too hard as Ethan was getting tired of her current girlfriend.
Dressed in a leopard bikini, the young 14-year-old Rachel Amber climbs the stairs, swinging her posterior from left to right, her body had started to develop for a few weeks and she wanted to use it, without showing too much. Ethan has never been so exciting. He imagines being able to lay his hands on and palpate these generous forms, he knows that it is a very dangerous game as she is minor but he felt not having the power of his choices.
She stops abruptly in front of the door of the room of his girlfriend and, caught in his impetus, his body comes to stick to hers. Rachel laughs while emphasizing the pressure of her ass on his bump. Ethan's hands tighten on her hips, which he tries to bring back to him to increase the pressure, but Rachel opens the door and gets away while grabbing his wrist to take him inside. She closes the door behind her and pushes him on the bed, gauging him from head to toe.
"You're excited, are not you?" Rachel smiled as she tucked her hair behind her ears, showing a silver and blue oriental dragon ear jewel to her left ear.
"I ... I ..." Ethan stammered as he had lost all his ability to face this girl too young for him.
"You want me?" she continues on her way.
Rachel unclips her bra and removes the top of her bikini, her breasts do not move and remain proud, such irresistible beauty. She massages them a little and caresses them by observing him.
"What do you think of my small breasts? I think they are not so bad ..." she adds observing her nascent forms.
His manhood stands up more and he growls, as she descends her hands up and down her bust to her lower abdomen, like an exotic dancer.
"Ohhhh, I ... They're ... they're-" he tries to speak, a little drool flows from his mouth.
"You want me to remove the rest?" the little blonde teenager asks with a shy little smile.
The young man open eyes wide, panicking the turn of the situation very dangerous for his file.
"You first, it's not game, you're still dressed" Rachel made a sulky look.
He swallows the ball in his throat, losing control of the situation. He obeyed and put his hands cross on the brod of his t-shirt to remove it but he mistakenly stuck his head in the collar. He hears the blonde laughing and he feels her hand pulling on the t-shirt to help him get rid of it. She scrutinizes him with an expert eye.
"Mmhhhh, very attractive, your girlfriend is very lucky" Rachel said with a jerk of mockery "c'mon, take off your short. We'll wake up the lion that's in you."
His masculinity gigotes and attracts her attention, her pupils begin to shine. She turns her back and places her hands on her lower back, she leans forward to slide her hands from her hips to her ankles. Her panties gets in a little in her buttocks and her posterior is beautiful as a sun. Ethan loses his reason. Rachel knows it well, she gently stands up by arching a maximum.
"Oh yeah, it excites you my ass, mmh?" she takes a groaning voice.
His mouth is open, unable to speak. He removes his shorts and shakes in spite of himself. Rachel opens her mouth and passes her tongue over her lips as she creeps on the bed towards his crotch. Her smile approaches his crotch ready to crack.
The tip of her tongue comes viciously brushing the end of his virile force, her warm breath covers the rest of his truncheon of painfully hard flesh, wanting to annoy him as long as possible. Overwhelmed by the excitement, the hormonal young man digs his kidneys to sink into the damp heat of her mouth but Rachel had seen the blow, she pulls her head back and she gives him a sly smile. Ethan can not take it anymore and she sees that he will be game over.
She rises to ride him, her belly looks fresh against his, which is burning.
Rachel stuck his masculinity between her thighs and rubbed with her bottom of bikini, the friction induced more and more excitement through the lower part of the young male's body until tracing back to his brain. Despite the urge to enter inside her young body, Ethan swims into happiness.
He retreats to maliciously attempt to enter inside her underwear and feel their two organs in contact, skin to skin. The little blonde spotted the maneuver and also backed away to not satisfy him, she leans back and takes support on her partner's knees to immobilize him. She smiled as he was now stuck and in her power, as his hands are also stuck under her feet.
Rachel feels butterflies dancing in her lower abdomen as she hears him moaning with the force of despair, she felt more and more moist to rub against his manhood but it was the power she exercised over the young man who give her of pleasure. He was her little puppet in her diabolical game. This lasted for another minute as Ethan could not hold back any longer, he can not help but enjoy by violent jerks grunting with pleasure, the result of his enjoyment spreads over his belly and chest as Rachel had blocked his mass of flesh towards him.
When he had finished, Rachel straightened up by sitting on her lap, she threw her hair back with satisfied air. While he was collapsing along the length of the bed, Rachel takes advantage that he is KO of bed and looking for her top of bikini to put it back.
"You ... You're not gonna tell my girlfriend, right?" Ethan said breathlessly with anxious look, as Rachel took her stuff on the chest of drawers.
She gives him a friendly smile before approaching him, and crushing his nuts with her right foot. The poor guy releases a cry of pain and protects his crotch with his hands as the teenager takes out a portable video camera from her bag and waves it in front of the young cheater in suffering.
"I will not say anything ... as long as you put the price, little shit" Rachel shows the erotic scene to the infidel and gives him a wicked smile "knowing your girlfriend's reputation, your social life will be over if she sees this video. I will contact you for the money and do not make the smart. If you are wise, nobody will know anything."
The blonde goes out from the room blowing a kiss before slamming the door, leaving a Ethan wounded in all levels. It is an Rachel of very good mood who goes downstairs by holding her small camera, she came a little earlier in the room to install her camera hide in her bag in good position, to film the little torrid scene.
She was slightly inspired by "Hard Candy", she dropped the sequestration and death/suicide part, and she improvised for blackmail. She had learned from a good source of information that Ethan is a naive heir of a very rich family, she loved to see his expression betrayed and frightened, she would almost have had a mini orgasm. And then, she's 14 and he's 18, so he probably deserved.
Ahhh, Rachel loves this city, there is always a patsy ready to be seduced by her charm. She knows that she acts as a bitch loving to be idolized and she mocks to inflict suffering on others as long as she has fun.
The teenager goes to the front door to get out of this house full of idiots, she spotted a biker smoking a cigarette while waiting on her bike. Rachel waves her hand wide with a big smile, the black-haired biker with the pink fringe nods in recognition, she throws her cig barely started without crushing it, and gets ready to leave by starting her two wheel. Rachel takes a towel to wipe off her adult activity before putting it back in the bag, she now pulls out a leather jacket to put on something warmer and does not really care if she only wears a bottom of bikini underneath belt. She settles behind her friend to finally leave to reach their destination.
Rachel had started hanging out with this gang of bad girls four months ago and they had a good bad influence on the impressionable young blonde. She felt good to do that, her parents did not really care about her anyway, so she is with church people or a dangerous girl group, it's not her swinger parents who go stopped their plan for the evenings with the swingers of the club, or neighbors, or even her teachers. Rachel did not have the best positive influences.
She had grown up in a house without love. When she was younger she had always wondered why her parents were together or why they had even conceive a child but now, she did not care to know the answers to these questions, it was sterile and she had learned better.
With the teaching of her new friends, she had learned to take what she wanted without worrying about the feelings of others. She did not want to be attached to anyone. Racing quietly on the road to join the rest of the gang, Rachel makes a promise not to attach herself to anyone, she is now a free spirit and she will keep that freedom at any price.
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A/N: For the address in the Rachel part, I'm not very sure for the exact number (not very good precision of google maps) but it's not very important, I just want to warn you.
Depression, loneliness and despair ... I know that it is badly committed for Max/Chloe but it was a necessary evil for the sequel of the story because this break marks a turning point in the life of the two girls. At the end, the question arises: will they become friends again? Or will they remain bitter to the other? Well, if you liked it, you can decide it if you know how to convince me. I already know what I want with Max/Chloe, but you can convince me.