"My mom and I decided I should go in for a psych evaluation this week, and i'm kinda scared," Chloe says as soon as she enters the room. "I know there's something wrong, but I don't think i'm ready to face the facts."

"It's not as bad as you think it is," Chris assures her. "Psychiatric evaluations exist so that you can get a better understanding of your mental health, and that is a huge decision to make so I am definitely proud of you for making that decision."

"Thanks," Chloe smiles. "But, would they request that I see a psychiatrist if there is something wrong?"

"Not if you don't want to," Chris replies. "Seeing a psychiatrist regularly is a suggestion, but there are also psychologists like me who have different ways to manage your mental illness. We find out the root of the problem and try ways to fix it, but, as you've been experiencing for thirteen weeks, you have to work on yourself as well. Recovery is within self and also the external factors around you."

"Will I have to take drugs for this?"

"That would require a psychiatrist, so no you won't be taking drugs," Chris answers.

"Good, because some drugs are probably addictive." Chloe remembers the few times she took drugs just so she won't feel whatever the fuck she was feeling and while they're great, they're also addictive. If Chloe is going to stay clean, she is going to find other ways to seek recovery. That also means not smoking Arcadia Bay's shittiest weed from her old friend Justin either, but she already quit thanks to the painful memory it comes with. "I know what you're gonna ask me and I'm already expecting it. I have used pills in the past and even though it takes the pain away, it's a bitch to withdraw from. My most favorite drug though? Weed, definitely. It took the edge off and made me more bearable, at least that's what some of my old stoner friends would say. Alcohol was terrible because you'd drink and feel all these feelings all at once, especially when you took which type of alcohol into consideration, but you will always wake up with a hangover no matter what. Then you'd drink again as if that hangover didn't teach you a lesson enough. Getting a box of cigarettes is too easy and smoking it is now easier than I remember, now that my throat and lungs are probably fucked up, but my habit is dwindling...I used to enjoy smoking outside, hoping to feel calm after a fight with David but I smoked once last week and I didn't even finish it."

"That seems like a step in the right direction," Chris admits. "At least you're taking steps to become sober, even if it's not as much as a big deal."

"Yeah...then there was my drug debt. I got my weed from a dealer every month for a year, but I never really paid in full. It was bad because that meant I had to pay them soon or risk my life. Recently...like over a month ago, I had to pay off that debt by stealing some money from someone who owed another drug dealer and it really hit me. It was at that moment when I realized that...I couldn't do it anymore. I already made that decision before that but the guilt was terrible. This was someone who needed the money to escape from this very place and I took it from them."

"Was this the guy you mentioned before? Drew?"

"It sure was," Chloe confirms. "And the funny thing is...Rachel and me...we wanted to leave this place so bad. The minute we met each other, we were ready to leave this place the minute we see fit. We didn't want to deal with the issues that this place has brought on us. But, that was before my mom decided to repair her relationship with me. That was before she saw David for what he really is. It was before Rachel found out the truth of her origins. And, it was before I stole some kid's money. As I stay here and seek the help I so desperately needed, I realized that I shouldn't leave this place yet. My mom needs me, and I need her. I need to get more mature and level headed before I decide to leave this hell of a town. If I still have the idea to leave when i'm older, and i'm sure I will, that's when I'll decide to leave. But god, I still feel terrible for stealing someone's money for a debt I needed to pay."

Chloe hopes she made the right decision staying in Arcadia Bay, because as much as she wants to stay, there are things she needs to do before leaving. It stays silent for a minute, which doesn't unnerve Chloe. She just admitted to something morally ambiguous and for the first time, she believes that Christine may not have the answer to this.

She thinks wrong. "As much as I am a little disappointed about the drug thing, there are things that I've heard that are a lot worse. You are a good kid, Chloe, and I believe that, and you proved that when you did try to solve that problem. I do see your growth though. You are different from the person who walked in here for the first time."

"Yeah...I've been feeling guilty for weeks and I thought you would tell me I made a stupid choice."

"No, you did make a stupid choice," Chris tells her. "I can see why you did it, but it's a stupid choice. Choices have consequences, Chloe. Whether they're good or bad. And…getting away from drug dealers isn't an easy task."

"I probably had it easy," Chloe guesses.

"Yeah, you sure did."

"We'll have your results in a few days," the psychiatrist tells Chloe, in a dull voice that makes her a little uncomfortable. This is the exact type of person Chloe wanted to avoid when she started seeing Christine - someone who is uninterested in helping people and thinks of this as regular routine because either way, they're getting a check. The evaluation was weird because the psychiatrist asks Chloe a series of questions and Chloe isn't sure if she gave the best answers to them. She already had the physical this morning and the drug test the previous day, and besides being in a healthy weight, her drug tests marked positive for marijuana and it surprises Chloe how long the drug can stay in the system. Then again, she should've known that, because she used to give a shit about her education once in her life.

Once Chloe leaves the office, she goes straight home on her truck, and it starts to run differently. She should check the hood to see what's causing the problem, but she's drained from that evaluation and there's nothing else she wants to do except sleep.

Once Chloe reaches her room, she fixes some stuff that are in slight disarray and drops on the bed, hoping that her nap doesn't take the entire day like the last time.

When she wakes up, she notices it's only been 45 minutes since she got into bed. Sighing, Chloe gets up, feeling less drained and a little more energetic. As soon as she stretches to get some of the cricks out of her body, her phone rings. She hopes it's Rachel but when she picks it up, it's a number she thought she deleted weeks ago.

Steph: can we talk?

Chloe bites back a humorless laugh. What does she has to say? Chloe already got the impression that Steph wanted nothing to do with her and Chloe is accepting that. Chloe has no interest in being friends with any more Blackwell students, considering that most of them are psychopaths in training, so what does she want?

Chloe: abt what?

Steph: about things...meet me the blackwell campus

Chloe rolls her eyes and decides why not. She has nothing to lose right now. Aside from waking up from a nap, Chloe has nothing to do. She puts her sneakers back on and heads outside, opting to walk to the campus instead of taking her car. After hearing that noise, she's not taking any more risky chances. It doesn't matter if it's a long walk. Steph can wait patiently for Chloe and the day isn't going anywhere for a few more hours.

When she gets to the campus, it's almost barren. Only a few students are hanging around, most of them she thankfully never met so they won't say hi or anything. She spots Steph on her cellphone, looking like she's watching something. She sits right on the other edge of the bench, which gets her attention. "Oh, you're here."

"Did you really think I wouldn't come? I just decided to walk instead of taking the bus," Chloe explains. "Now, what is this about? Because as much as I love being out of my house, you made it clear you don't like me, and I don't think you know what that means."

"I never said I didn't like you," Steph defends.

"You stopped talking to me because I took Drew's money," Chloe argues. "I already feel terrible for it. What else do you want me to say?"

There's a short silence. "I'm sorry."

Chloe furrows her eyebrows. "For what, Steph?"

"For making you feel bad about some stupid money," Steph replies. "It doesn't even matter now. Drew and Mikey are already gone. They moved to Canada already. Apparently it was your idea."

"It was my idea, but it was Drew's decision to choose between staying here and being homeless or going to a home far away from this hellhole." Chloe plays with her thumbs a little. "I've grown to like you, and Mikey, and even Drew. I thought all three of you hated me, and I was willing to accept that but then Drew and I had that talk, and...I don't know. I just…"

Steph sighs. "What you did was fucked up, and I still don't understand why you did it, but that's none of my business. I misunderstood you."

Chloe rolls her eyes. "No, you didn't misunderstand me. I stole a guy's money to pay off my own debt. It was selfish, and fucked up for me to do and you have every right to hate me for it."

Steph shakes her head. "No, Chloe. You don't get to make the decision on whether I should hate you or not. I never stopped liking you. I just hated what you did, and you wouldn't even own up to your mistake the first time I confronted you about the money."

"Well, i'm sorry I didn't take responsibility for my mistake," Chloe replies. "I don't want people to look at me as some brave being. I am a human being who makes stupid mistakes like everyone else. I didn't stand up for Nathan because not only do I despise the fucking nub, but it also wasn't my fucking business...as if i'm supposed to argue with Drew over some football decision that he had every right to be mad about, because Nathan thinks he can buy himself into sports teams with zero effort. I cut school and it got me kicked out, I drink alcohol, smoke weed, and go to illegal concerts. I did shit that would have me on house arrest or locked up, but what can I do? No one knows a goddamn thing about me and they have no room to assume shit either and that includes you. Also I didn't respond to you that day because it was none of your business. You knew that, didn't you?"

"I did, which is why I regretted it after I sent that last text," Steph says back. "I truly am sorry though, and I want to start over with you. You and Drew did it, so why not you and me?"

"I don't know," Chloe replies.

Steph laughs. "You're not used to having people giving you second chances, huh?"

"No, i'm not," Chloe admits.

"Consider me your first then," Steph grins. "Now that Mikey's in Canada, I don't have a D&D partner either, and i'm not moving away from Arcadia Bay very soon so I need a friend."

"There are plenty—"

"The only other seemingly gay girl in this school is stuck up as hell and isn't a gamer," Steph replies. "Rachel doesn't seem like the gaming type either."

Chloe almost laughs. "Was the first part about Victoria?"

Steph nods. "What can I say, I have a thing for mean girls."

Chloe chuckles, laughing even harder when she realizes Steph isn't lying. Maybe it could happen if Victoria lets loose and came out the closet, but until then, maybe Steph has to look elsewhere. "Look some more, Steph. You have other choices."

"There's Taylor Christensen," Steph jokes. "But seriously. Back to the task. You may not be at school anymore, but security can't exactly kick you out of campus. Please?"

"Alright, fine." She rolls her eyes once she sees Steph grinning even wider. "You're a dork, Stephanie."

Steph rolls her eyes. "You better be lucky i'm letting you call me that."