Here we are, I just want to say that the release of episode 2 of BTS was so gay that it motivated me to write this chapter a day sooner lol. I love my girls and I hope this chapter holds you over because lets just say that Rachel Amber will be back, I may be working in an Alternate Universe for Amberprice or if I'm feeling up to it a Amberpricefield. Time will tell but I am totally excited and hope that you guys give that a go too.

Love you and as always take care xoxo

"Whiskey check, fake check- check, my morality- unknown." Max whispered to herself in the cover of night, it was a little past ten and surely the night was going to be a long one; surely Principal Wells was on another one of his benders so without a doubt this was going to be easier than making a bomb.

Trading her wardrobe so she and the night were one in the same was clever thinking, it looked nothing like Max, it radiated more of a goth Brook if you squinted. Max knew that Wells was still in his office and all she had to do is give the office a ring, she would set the trap right in front of his secretary's desk thinking that maybe they were going to surprise him in the morning because surely Mr. Ray Wells deserved it for being the best principal ever, the thought even Max want to gag.

Max and Chloe agreed to meet in the parking lot after she ensured that Wells had left for the night and this surely was the time he usually took his leave. The one thing that left Max unsettled was the conversation with Rachel, the dead girl had implied that if was a bigger force than Jefferson. What did she mean bigger than Jefferson? Wasn't he the one who was calling all the shots? Taking and possibly abusing all the girls in his care, wasn't he trying to take something away from them all...

Lost in thought, Max was already at the front of the building, she opened one of the windows which they had left open with a book in its wake, using it as a lever before the janitor and the other security guard- Chad locked up for the night. There sat snuggled between the butt of the window was one of those chemistry books that Max had hit Warren in the head by accident at the beginning of the year, so it clearly was thick enough so that they could lift the window without smashing their fingers through the latches.

Slipping inside the room trying not to trip over her own laces, trying to catch the outline of the furniture by the light outside, the outside lounge by Principal's Wells office was as dark as his ill infested heart. Max adjusted her eyes before getting on hands and knees getting into a crawling stance. The booze in her backpack was cursing her plans and what not by making a lot of noise and with each stride forward she winced hoping that it didn't clash with all her other things.

Suddenly there was raised voices coming from Wells office or maybe just one voice, just him as if he was on his cell phone. Max decided to take out her phone and crawl close to his door, leaving her backpack put right next to the desk chair. The short girl figured she would decipher what he was saying later, maybe if it connected to his donations for the school and not specifically for him.

Back to the task at hand Max rushed over to the first desk the one furthest away from the principal's office. A little gift set for the fairest educator what Blackwell has come to know. Even having to write out those words was one of the biggest lies that has spewed from her little brain, even going all out and using the nice stationary her mom picked out the last time they were here; yet again crying to convince her to stay in touch even if it was the old fashion way.

Max sent Chloe a text to make the call to one of the phones outside the office, knowing very well that he would be curious enough to go take the call but in reality, they just wanted to ghost him and have a little kick, making Wells have to run around because they took justice (for them at least).

Chloe: Be careful, making the call now. Run if you get caught. Don't rewind

Max: You sound the opposite of a video store; I'll be just fine Chloe. Hurry...

A moment later one of the phones started ringing, Wells took his time coming from the office that Max had her doubts that he even was there. A second later the other phone started ringing; Max was panicking the fear of getting caught was too high, but there was nothing she could do so she waited, holding her breath as the tired man dragged his feet across the just sweep floors.

Luckily he was already stumbling and being a complete cluts, he surely didn't miss the bag but it wasn't what they were expecting. Mr. Wells took offense to the gesture and chucked the bottle out of the window, the one that Max had come in through, she now had no way of getting out, because lifting that window again meant that the alarms would go off, just like before with the big sirens.

Max furrowed her eyebrows following his stride doing her best hiding in beneath the shadows of the small desk. Max guessed he had a tough day and that phone call didn't help, if at all she guessed that's what set him off and lashed out. Maybe it was taken out of context, maybe he thought that his staff was mocking him and this was their way of making his time doing his job even more unpleasant. Whatever the case Max waited hearing the jingle of his keys and his steps to fade away from the office and down the hall to completely come out from underneath the desk.

Chloe was out by the cover of the darkness in the parking lot by the bike racks, waiting for Wells to pull out and into the merely isolated streets.

Chloe: He's out, Omw

Max: Bring a flashlight, I don't want to risk being spotted.

Max swung the door open with a single shove of her hand, it hadn't changed much since the last time she had been here, that tacky bird, the dumb chair but this time there were excessive number of files out on his desk and those tables on every corner of this room.

The files were those of whom were associated with Rachel, it looked as though he were trying to come up with a connection of why Rachel would fall into Jefferson's path. Wells had a chalk board right by his bookshelf, a two sided one that looked of services for the Amber family, A vigil that was being planned and the services following that; including her funeral and the official announcement following.

But peeking around to the other side of the chalk board we could see an elaborate connection from Rachel to Chloe, Rachel to Jefferson, Jefferson to Chloe and for more than one reason Wells seemed to want to plant evidence that it was Chloe that got her in the tangle of a mess, beginning to that first principal- parent meeting going back three years ago.

"That's such bull." Max grabs for a thick black marker to sabotage his theory of why Chloe was and is a problem for his community.

Slowly and without making much noise Chloe approaches Max "I agree but he'll know I did this." Chloe put a hand on Max's shoulder "I don't want to leave a trace when we leave." She took the marker from Max's hand and put a cap on it before putting it in her back pocket. Chloe took a step back and looked at the board in a new perspective, plotting to events even before Chloe and Rachel had crossed paths at the Mill when Firewalk played the show. "Imagine if I had this much influence over her, we would have been long by then." She then picked up one of the flyers that was pinned to the board and read the upcoming events. "Uh. Max I know this may be asking a lot but. do you possibly think that we can..." Chloe gestured to the flyer, not exactly wanting to spell it out for her, she didn't want to disappoint her because it would mean that they would put their hands-on hold for Rachel once again.

Max looked at Chloe puzzled; did she really think that going to pay respects for Rachel was out of the question? That Max would be upset that she would want to say goodbye, it was a given that they were going to go, to say goodbye and to get some closure because after all Chloe still loves Rachel and your first love never really fades from your heart or your mind.

"You know what? We will be the first ones to arrive and the last ones to leave, she is going to know that she is surrounded by the people who knew her best, she wants you there and there's nothing that will stand in our way." Max reassured Chloe and squeezed her arm for a brief moment before taking the flashlight from her hands.

Chloe drew out a shaky breath and nodded, folded the flyer and shoved it in her back pocket as well. "Alright let's get out of here, there's a lot going on here and I rather not dwell on it."

Max went over to the desk where they found the money the last time, as predicted it was still there and honestly there was no remorse over taking flawed money but before she closed the door there were letters and a key in the same space. A letter from the Ambers, Nathan Prescott and the Prices- Chloe and Joyce. Max turned to Chloe and handed her letter back to her as well as the Ambers, maybe they could read them later but Max did hold on to Nathan's; Chloe wouldn't want to read it but maybe it had some useful information, for it was sitting next to a pile of cash and suspicious looking key.

Max open the slip from the end and unfolded the letter and read

Dear Principal Wells,

I don't know what you know or if my father has talked to you but I'm taking leave for a few days and I would like very well if you continued to look for Rachel Amber, I want you to do whatever you can to find her please. She is very dear to me and I have ensured that this would take care of whatever need you may have in your search and of those you may call upon your aide, my father will be in touch so be sure this is all in good faith.

until then, Nathan X

Max took the key in her hands and looked it over, it had small initial of a P engraved right on the middle. Max looked at Chloe before both of them curiously scan the room for a hidden compartment. The girls started pushing furniture aside, tossing over tables, chairs, lifting up flaps of the carpet for a hidden door. Lastly the moved bookshelves and the area where all the files were, and just behind there was a safe, luckily there was no combination to it but there was a latch where the key must be inserted.

Chloe wasted no time she took the key from Max's hands and opened the safe. The inside was almost bare except for two envelopes; Chloe took one and Max took the other. labeled The Ambers and the other Nathan Prescott. inside the Ambers one was a number with a Long Beach location and nothing else. The second envelope was a blank check of 30,000 for the expense of the illusion to look for Rachel.

Max shook her head such as Chloe was trying to make sense of it all. The money, the eerie location and more to add to that they didn't have a clue what The Ambers said or what part they had to play in the disappearance of her gone missing.

"Looks like being an Amber is more complicated than we thought." Chloe turned to Max "Looks as though we should have a chat with them and introduce you to political scum."