Hello all, midnightrebellion86 here.

First and foremost, its been an eternity since I last updated this thing, last leaving off with a critical decision. I won't be making any more promises for updates, as I needed to take a long break from this site.

A lot has happened in the world of Life is Strange since that last update, like Before the Storm and Life is Strange 2. I have watched LPs of both the mentioned games on YouTube, and after seeing David Madsen in LiS 2, I don't feel bad for having him as a villain, seeing as the marriage with him and Joyce doesn't work out regardless of if you sacrifice Arcadia Bay or Chloe.

Bold Underline = Critical Decision

Bold Italics = Non Critical Decision

Regular Text = Dialogue and narration

Italics = Thought dialogue

Episode 1: Chrysalis Part 2

Max's P.O.V:

I stepped into the hallways to scattered chatters from several students. I didn't have time to be nosy and listen to all the high school drama, as I needed to get to the bathroom as soon as possible in order to save that girl from getting shot.

I made a left and ran down the hallway, weaving through a few students, passing the vending machines to my right and several posters posted on the bulletin board to my left. There was a lot on my mind, though, 'I hope Mr. Jefferson isn't upset with me for ignoring him and walking out of the room when he called out to me,' I thought to myself as I inched closer to the bathroom, 'But I have more important things to do then be hounded for not handing in an assignment.'

I reached the bathroom, rushed in and decided to retrace my steps. The first time around, I rinced my face with water, ripped my photo and took a picture of that butterfly. I ripped up my picture and took the photo of the butterfly and hide in my usual hiding spot.

I listened as I heard Nathan enter the bathroom, "Its cool, Nathan," I heard him say for the second time, "You own this place. If you wanted, you could blow it up."

My heart was beating fast when I heard the door open for the second time. I needed to save that girl before it was too late. I looked around and saw the fire alarm. To the left was the cart and a hammer to break the glass. I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard the gunshot. I was too late.

I raised my right hand as my surroundings became a fog and I could hear the conversation of that girl and Nathan going in reverse. I went back as far as I could, then I had an idea.

It was now before Nathan had entered the bathroom, so I went into my phone, went into the camera app and put the video record on, placed it in the stall, but angled it just right so it was out of sight, and would record what was happening.

I waited until Nathan entered the bathroom, listened to him talk to himself tfor the third time before the girl entered. Then, when the conversation got heated and I knew he had the gun out, I broke open the fire alarm and pressed it, causing the loud ringing to echo throughout the bathroom.

"Don't ever touch me again, you freak!" I heard the girl shout.

"Another shitty day!" Nathan complained before I heard him leave the bathroom.

My heart was still pounding as I knelt down and grabbed my phone, exited the camera app and put it away before rushing out of the bathroom, stepping on one of the pieces of my ripped up photo in the process, 'I can't believe it, I saved that girl!' I thought to myself as I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

I was immediately met by the sight of the head of Blackwell Security looking at me suspiciously, "Hey, do you hear that fire alarm?" he asked me in a southern accent, "That means you should be outside."

I was a bit startled by Mr. Madsen's attitude towards me. I took a deep breath before responding to him, "I had to use the bathroom," I said.

Mr. Madsen continued to look at me suspiciously, "Girls always use that excuse," he said coldly.

I was a bit upset, now. I really wasn't liking the way this man was talking to me, "Excuse for what?" I shot back with a hint of anger in my tone.

Mr. Madsen kept his gaze, though, "Excuse for what ever you're up to," he said, "Your face is covered in guilt."

"The alarm tripped me out," I replied quickly.

"Then trip on out of here, missy!" he exclaimed, "Or are you hiding something?"

My blood was starting to boil. I really didn't like this dickhead at all. I was going to reply to him, but another voice beat me to the punch, "Thank you, Mr. Madsen," came another male voice. Both me and Mr. Madsen looked over and saw that the owner of the voice belonged to Principal Wells, "The situation is under control. There's no emergency. Leave Miss Caulfield alone, and please turn off that alarm since that's your job."

Mr. Madsen gave me one last scowl before walking off the scene to take care of the fire alarm.

I took a minute to calm myself down as best as I could before going towards the main doors to leave the building, but the principal stopped me, "You look a little stressed out," he said, "Are you okay?"

The way the principal was looking at me was making me nervous, and I didn't know what to say, "I'm..fine," I stammered, "Just a little..worried about my future."

I took a deep breath.

The principal didn't buy what I was saying, "You're sweating pin balls," he said looking me over, "Are you sure that's all you're worried about? You can always be up front with me, Max," he said, but gave me a suspicious look of his own, "Or have you done something wrong? Is that it? Come on, Max, talk to me."

Report Nathan. (Move mouse to the west.)

Hide the truth. (Move mouse to the east.)

Get defensive. (Move mouse to north.)

Ignore the principal. (Move mouse to the south.)

The principal was making me very nervous by how he was looking at me. A lot was going through my head all at once, and after what seemed like forever, I decided to just come clean.

"I just saw Nathan Prescott waving a gun around in the girls room," I said.

The principal looked at me as if I were crazy, "Nathan Prescott?" he asked in a tone that said he didn't believe me, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, he was talking to himself in the bathroom with a gun," I said before reaching for my phone, "I have proof."

The principal didn't like where this was going, "Hold on a minute," he said, "You do realize its illegal to record people in the bathroom, right?"

"It's the girls bathroom!" I exclaimed, not believing the way this conversation was going, "I have a right to be there. And when someone enters that's not supposed to be there, I'm going get proof of the incident!"

"You know, I've heard about enough of this," the principal said not believing me, "Now go outside with the rest of your class, please."

That was the end of that conversation, and my blood was boiling now, 'Great, he didn't believe me,' I thought to myself, 'Maybe if I rewind, I can avoid talking to him.'

I raised my right hand and saw the principal's lips moving as he talked in reverse. I went back jast after he ordered Mr. Madsen to turn off the alarm.

This time, I wasn't even going to give that old man any of my time, "You look stressed out," he said. I just walked right passed him without a word, "Max, I'm talking to you."

I continued to ignore him as I walked outside. The early fall breeze felt good against my face as I looked at the late afternoon sun. I made my way down the steps and onto the sidewalk where I knelt down and took a look at one of the many Rachal Amber posters that had been plastered all over campus, 'She's been missing for some time,' I thought to myself, 'I hope she's found soon.'

I stood up, and I heard the sound of two voices to my left bickering. But then iheard my phone go off and I looked at the phone and saw that I got another series of text messages from Warren Graham. I had a habit of not always responding to his messages, often finding my cheeks heating up and my stomach turning, then my mind going to something I forgot to take a picture of with my camera. Warren was waiting in the parking lot and needed his flash drive back.

After checking my text messages, I looked over at the two people that were arguing. The first of the two was a heavyset African American woman, Ms. Grant, my science teacher. The person arguing with her was a guy my age, African American with short curly black hair and average body type. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt and blue jeans with black sneakers.

Ms. Grant was cutting into him, now, and my nosy instincts started kicking in, "Boy, you will write Zachery a letter of apology for what you said to him in class today," she said in an authoritative tone.

"But Aunt Michelle, I wasn't going to just let him call me names," the other guys argued back.

Ms. Grant wasn't letting up, though, "Don't you Aunt Michelle me," she said firmly, "When you're here at Blackwell, its Ms. Grant, just like all the other students. Now, I want you to go to your dorm and get started on that letter of apology."

I watched as the guy walked off mumbling to himself walking towards the dorms, 'Go Ms. Grant,' I thought to myself as I finally decided to approach her, "Hi, Ms. Grant," I greeted, "How are you?"

Ms. Grant took a deep breath before responding to me, "That boy," she said.

Another trouble maker student? (Drag mouse to the north)

Who is he? (Drag mouse to the south)

"Who is he, anyway?" I asked.

"That's my nephew, Quincy Washington," Ms. Grant replied, "Bright young man, but his mouth is going to get him in trouble."

What did he do? (Drag mouse to the left)

I think I've seen him around. (Drag mouse to the right)

"I think I've seen him in the halls," I said.

"He's usually quiet," Ms. Grant said, but she clearly wanted to change the subject, "Excuse me, though, Max. I know everyone loves being asked to sign a petition," she said sarcastically, "But would you do Ms. Grant a favor and hear me out?"

"Sure, I always have time for you," I replied, "What's the petition?"

"David Madsen, our chief of security wants to put surveillance cameras all over campus," Ms. Grant said, "Halls, dorm rooms, gym, everywhere. Blackwell should be a high school, not a high security penitentiary."

On one hand, I could see where security would be good, but the one thing that lost me was David Madsen wanting to put cameras in the dorm rooms, "I'll sign the petition," I said, "I see both sides, but not dorm rooms."

Ms. Grant smiled, "I knew you were my favorite new student, Max," she said kindly, "Aside from my nephew that is."

Ms. Grant handed me the pen and the paper attached to the clipboard. I signed the petition right under her nephew's name.

After signing the petition, I walked over to the fountain and sat down 'Man, this has been one fucked up day,' I thought to myself as I watched some of the leaves fall from the trees and watched a squirrel scurry across the grass. After a few more minutes, I stood up to do other things. I spoke to Trevor and Justin, spoke to Danial and let him take a sketch of me before having a little chat with Stella before finally going towards the dorms.

I finally reached the dorms and I could see both Logan and Zachary passing the football to each other.

I walked up to a heavyset girl sitting alone on the bench reading a book. This was Alyssa Andersen, someone I knew, but only said hi and bye to. She's also one of my classmates from Mr. Jefferson's class. I approached her to start a conversation, but before I could say anything, she looked up from her book and spotted me, "Oh, hi Max," she greeted.

Getting over my initial shock of her beating me to the punch, I responded, "How are you doing?" I asked

"Fantastic," Alyssa said in a monotone, "I'm by myself reading Chick-lit. Pretty soon I'll be bonding with Victoria at the Vortex Club."

"I think you're better off reading Chick-lit," I said.

Alyssa gave me a small smile, "Good point," she said in a bit of a happier tone, "Now I must get back to my book."

After talking to Alyssa, I made my way over to another bench where Kate was sitting alone with her left leg crossed over her right. She seemed to be off in her own little world. I knew she was having a rough day, but I had to check on her, "Hi Kate," I greeted.

Kate timidly looked over at me, "Oh, hi Max," she said quietly.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Max, I'm over humanity today," Kate said, "I just need to be alone right now."

"Is there anything-," I was cut off.

"Max, I really would like to be alone," she said, "I'm sorry."

I walked over to Zachary, who was busy throwing the ball to Logan. He just blew me off, 'Well, time to finally head to my dorm,' I thought to myself as I made my way to the steps, but unfortunately for me, they were being blocked by Victoria and her two followers, Taylor and Courtney, 'Great, now I have to deal with these three.'

Before I could say anything, Victoria started taunting me, "Oh look, its Max Caulfield, the selfie ho of Blackwell," she sneered before standing up to circle me, "Even Mark—Mr. Jefferson—falls for your waif hipster bullshit. The Deguerrean Process sir. You could barely even say that. I guess you got your meds filled."

This gained a giggle from Taylor and Courtney.

Victoria then sat back down, "Since you know all the answers, I guess you'll have to find another way into the dorm. We ain't moving. Oh wait. Hold that pose," Victoria took out her camera and took a picture of me, "Now why don't you go fuck your selfie."

I was really not in the mood for this. I had to get into the dorm, get to my room and get the flash drive for Warren.

I looked around and saw a paint bucket next to the ladder. Samuel had just come out of the maintenance room. Then an evil grin formed on my face. There were sprinklers that needed to be turned on, and I needed to get to the sprinkler valve. I walked by Samuel, entered the maintenance room, where I found the sprinkler valve. Then I remembered that everyone that was outside the dorms were not paying much attention, so I left the room, raised my hand and rewound to where Samuel was just about to leave the maintenance room. I found a spot where I would have a clear view of everything that could unfold and wouldn't get caught, so I rewound again, made my way over to the bucket, tampered with the handle before going back over to my spot, brought out my phone, opened camera app and hit record before placing it gently on the bench to record.

I then made my way to the maintenance room, turned on the sprinkler valve. I could hear Victoria bitching about getting her expensive clothes all wet.

I came out of the repair room and went back to my spot and kept quiet as Samuel made his way slowly up the ladder carrying the bucket of paint. When he went to hook the bucket onto something, the handle broke, causing the bucket to fall and Victoria to be splashed with paint. I did all I could to hold in my laugh. I waited until Victoria was done yelling at poor Samuel and calling him a weirdo and the two followers to go into the dorms to get towels before ending the recording, 'Take that bitch!' I thought to myself as I put my phone away, recording safely in hand.

There was a part of me that was feeling bad when I saw Victoria with her head down looking sad, though. I considered rewinding, but I really needed to get to my room. I approached the queen bitch, "Hey, Victoria," I said quietly.

Victoria looked at me and glared, "What do you want, Max?" she snapped.

And just like that, the guilt I was feeling was beginning to fade a bit.

Make fun of. (Drag mouse to the west)

Comfort. (Drag mouse to the east)

Ignore her. (Drag mouse to the north)

Show her the recording and apologize (Drag mouse to the south)

I thought about it, and while I didn't like the way she was looking at me, I had a piece of leverage if she turned on me, "I'm really sorry," I said calmly, "That is an awesome cashmere coat."

"It was," Victoria said, "But there will be another."

"Well, you always seem to know how to pick the right outfits," I said.

"I do have some talent," Victoria said, "Mr. Jefferson told me."

"I've seen your pictures," I said, "You have a great eye."

"Thanks, Max," Victoria said, "I hope those sluts get me a towel before they hang a sign on me."

Victoria took down the photo and apologized for blocking me. Afterwards, I said bye to Victoria and was finally able to enter the dorm.

Once inside the dorm, I could see both Taylor and Courtney running down the hall with towels worried that they took too long. I moved out of the way and they left to head back outside. Once I knew no one was in earshot, I decided to be nosy and look at everyone's room slates.

To the left was Taylor's room. I looked at her room slate and saw that Taylor is was in different handwriting than what was written beside it, 'Hmm, the full original message must've been mean,' I thought to myself.

I looked over at Stella's slate next, then Dana's, then Juliet's before checking out the bulletin board near the showers. I stepped on scattered toilet paper from a TP war. There wasn't much to to see in the halls, so I made my way towards the end of the hall. I was feeling a bit nosy, so I opened the double doors that lead to more rooms. The first room on the left was Courtney's room. Her room slate read 'Have my stuff done by tomorrow.' I shook my head, 'Gee, I wonder who wrote that message,' I thought sarcastically as I continued down the hall, which lead to room 228, a room that was a bit more than twice the size of all the other rooms. I could tell the room was not in use, as the room slate had a lot of caked on dirt and swear words written on it. The door was even dusty, and it had a big 'Storage' sign on it, 'I wonder when the last time someone stayed in this room.'

Having looked at what I wanted to look at, I proceeded to leave, but then I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. A drawing of a cow stuffing her face was drawn on Alyssa's room slate, 'Victoria, Courtney or Taylor with their mean pranks,' I thought as I wiped Alyssa's room slate clean before finally leaving that part of the hallway. Then I saw the 'Will bang for Jesus on Kate's room slate. I walked over and wiped that clean before drawing a peace sign on her door. With that done, I finally went into my room to get Warren's flash drive.

Upon entering my room, I took a good look around. I watered my plant, which I nicknamed Lisa.

Then my phone buzzed again. I checked, thinking it was Warren losing patients with me, as I was taking forever. But I twas a text from my mom, 'Oh great,' I thought to myself.

I opened the text.

Text Start:

Max, I just received an email from your principal. He told me that you ignored him when he tried speaking to you in the hallway today. I know you're in a new school in all, but you can't just ignore staff when they need to talk to you. If you want to talk, you can call me anytime. Love you.

Text End:

I put my phone away and made my way over to my laptop and saw that Warren's flash drive wasn't where I had left it. Then I saw a post it note from Dana, 'Great, now I have to get the flash drive from Dana's room,' I thought to myself as I left the room.

Upon reentering the hallway, I saw a pised off Juliet standing outside Dana's room, "You can't get out now, Dana!" she exclaimed, "Tell me the truth or rot in there."

I could wait until the drama with Dana and Juliet ended, but I didn't know how long that would take. I approached Juliet to try and see what was going on. I could hear Dana on the other side of the door trying to plead her way out of the room. Juliet got on her phone and was endlessly trying to call someone on her phone. I took a deep breath before interacting with her, "Hey Juliet, is everything cool?" I asked.

Juliet looked at me funny before responding, "Oh, yes Max, I locked Dana in the room because we're cool," she answered sarcastically with a hint of venom in her tone.

"What did she do?" I asked.

"What didn't she do?" Juliet asked, still annoyed, "She's be sexting my boyfriend."

I was having a hard time believing Dana would do something like that to Juliet, but I had to ask, "Ouch," I said, "How did you find out?"

I was surprised at Juliet's next answer to me, though, "Like, why do you care anyway?" she snapped, "You never talk. All you do is zone out with your camera."

I took a breath before responding, "That's why I'm talking to you now," I said.

"What's my last name?" Juliet asked me.

I may not say much, but I was good at remembering names for the most part, "Juliet Watson," I said.

"Well, I'm flattered," Juliet said a bit calmer this time, "According to Victoria, Dana and Zach have been sexting each other. She'd do anything to date a quarterback according to Victoria."

Right away, I knew Dana was innocent. Luckily for me, I had something up my sleeve, and knew being nice to Queen Bitch was a mistake, "According to Victoria?" I asked.

"She saw the sext," Juliet said, "And now Zachary won't answer his phone. Once Dana admits it, she can go. Straight to hell!"

"Max, I swear, I didn't do anything!" I heard Dana shout from the other side of the door, "I bet Victoria did. The proof has to be in her room."

Juliet started trying to call Zachary again. I decided to go play detective and gather proof of what Victoria did. I walked by her room and saw that the room was still cracked open from when Taylor and Courtney had gathered towels.

I opened the door and walked right in. I saw that she had an awesome TV, lots of great equipment and a printer. I needed to get on Victoria's computer and find the proff. I first checked out her facebook, then found the email I was looking for. I printed it out and grabbed the print out before closing the email. I saw a bunch of selfies of Victoria to the left of her mirror. I was very tempted to mess it up, but she'd know someone other than Courtney or Taylor were in her room. I left the room, made my way back to Juliet and handed her the sheet of paper, "Juliet, read this," I said.

Juliet took the sheet and read it, "Of course," she said before unlocking the door, letting Dana out and apologizing, "Now let's see what Zachery has to say about this."

I went into Dana's room, got the flash, talked to her a bit about the pregnancy test I saw before leaving to go find Warren.

I got more text from him. I felt bad for taking my sweet time and keeping him waiting, but I couldn't help it that your drive wasn't in my room, and I had to play detective to get it back.

I left the dorms and when I finally got back outside, I heard a pissed of Zachary, "Fuck this shit!" I heard him yell before throwing a football, hitting porr Alyssa in the head.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Alyssa cried and began bawling.

I felt bad for Alyssa, and I could just rewind, but I already did my one good deed for her today by erasing the picture of that cow stuffing her face from her room slate.

I proceeded to go to the parking lot, but got another text message. I checked it, and it was from Victoria thanking me, but telling me we weren't friends, 'One thing I hate about Blackwell is people randomly getting my number,' I thought to myself, 'Stupid chain text from teachers when they forget to assign homework before everyone exits the classroom.'

Having read that text message, I continued towards the parking lot, but I saw Mr. Madsen harassing Kate Marsh, "So don't think I'm blind," he said, "I see everything that goes on at Blackwell. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Kate was trembling in fear and was on the verge of tears now, "No, and leave me alone," she stammered.

Take a photo. (Drag mouse to the west)

Intervene. (Drag mouse to the east)

Ignore the situation. (Drag mouse to the north)

Take photo and Intervene. (Drag mouse to the south)

I pulled out my camera, took a picture of the situation before springing into action, "Hey, why don't you leave her alone?!" I snapped, "I think you're blind cause you clearly don't see the fear on Kate's face right now!"

Mr. Madsen's face was beet red now, "Hey, this is official campus business!" he shouted, "I expect you to stay out of it!"

I waved the freshly taken photo of David harassing Kate, "You're just a bully, Mr. Madsen!" I shouted, "And this photo here proves that!"

Mr. Madsen's blood was boiling now, "Hey, give me that!" he shouted, "I don't appreciate you taking pictures with your little camera of me, missy!"

I moved away from the security guard and stared him down, "Ah, so mr big shot security doesn't like the camera on him, but he wants to put security cameras in the dorm rooms?" I asked.

Defeated, Mr. Madsen had nothing to say, "I'll remember this!" he stormed off.

Kate had a relieved look on his face, "Max, thank you so much!" she exclaimed, "I think you scared him for once. I have to go, but we can talk later."

Kate went back towards the dorms.

I took the time to enter the parking lot.

Upon entering the parking lot, I saw an old beat up truck taking up both handicapped parking spaces, which annoyed me. I saw Warren standing by an old retro car and I saw Juliet crying as she sat alone. I thought of going to see if she was alright, but I already knew the answer to that.

Instead, I made my way over to Warren, who was eager to greet me, "Hey Max!" he exclaimed and opened his arms for a hug.

Give him his flash and don't hug him. (Drag mouse to the west)

Return the hug and give him his flash drive. (Drag mouse to the east)

After such a strange day and all the drama, I accepted the hug, and I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach as I felt my cheeks heat up as well. After a few seconds, I broke the hug and handed Warren his flash, who happened to be grinning from ear to ear now, "Here's your flash," I said as he took the device out of my hand.

"Hey, check out my new wheels!" he exclaimed.

I took a good look at the car, "Cool, very old school," I said.

"1978 to be exact," Warren said, "Now we can go to the drive-in 60 miles away in Newberg."

"You're in the wrong time, Warren, but so am I," I said.

Warren could see I had a lot on my mind, "Are you okay?" he asked.

"It's been one strange fucking day," I said.

"I bet," said Warren, "I heard Victoria got a face full of paint. I'd pay money to see a photo of that."

Knowing what Victoria had did to Juliet and Dana, and the fact that Victoria said we weren't friends, anyway, I didn't have to be the bigger person, "Warren, I'll do you one even better, free of charge."

I took out my phone, went to my recorded videos and played the video of what happened outside the dormitories a little while ago when I had to get passed Victoria.

Warren watched the video in its entirety, and was laughing really hard, "Holdy shit, Max, hahaha!" he laughed, "That's so much better than a picture. Are you going to post it online?"

"No, Warren, I'm not posting it online," I replied, "In fact, I don't want you saying anything to anyone about it. Okay?"

"Okay, Max, I won't," Warren said, "So anyway, did you get to see the movie booty I had on my flash drive?"

"No, I've been busy," I said.

We went back and forth talking about different things for a bit.

He offered to take me to a movie, and as much as I wanted to, I had to tell him about that tornado vision I had, "I need to talk to somebody," I said, "Just to get it out of my system."

"Tell me everything," Warren said.

I began to tell him about the vision, but our conversation was interrupted by none other than Nathan Prescott, "Max Caulfield, right?" he asked as he approached us and pushed Warren to the side, "You're one of Jefferson's photo groupies?"

"I'm one of his students," I replied.

Nathan got in my face, "What the fuck ever!" he snapped, "I know you like to take pictures. Especially when you're hiding out in the bathrooms. You best tell me what you told the principal, now!" Nathan was shaking and growing angrier as I didn't respond, "Answer me, bitch!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, playing dumb, although in truth, I didn't say anything to the principal.

"I know you're new, but don't play stupid with me," Nathan hissed.

"I'm not new!" I shot back, "I've lived here my whole life."

"Then you should know the Prescotts own this shit hole!" Nathan exclaimed.

"You don't have to worry about me," I said, "Worry about yourself.

"Do not analyze me!" Nathan shouted, "I pay people to do that."

"Take a step back, Nathan Prescott!" I ordered.

"You're telling me what to do?" Nathan taunted.

Warren decided to intervene, "Get away from her, dude!" he shouted.

This only made Nathan angrier, and he headbutted Warren, knocking him to the ground in the process.

This pissed me off, "Hey, leave him alone!" I shouted, trying to pull Nathan away from Warren.

This was a mistake, as Nathan grabbed me by the throat ant pushed me against a car and started yelling at me. I was angry now, so I took both my hands, dug my nails really hard into his face and scratched really hard, drawing blood.

"AAAHHHRRRGGG!" Nathan shouted in pain, "You're going to pay for that, bitch!"

I saw the beat up truck from before pull up.

I saw that it was the girl I had saved in the bathroom, but looking at her again, I realized that I knew her, "Max?!" she said in shock.

"Chloe?!" I said back.

Nathan was about to try and stop me, but Warren stopped him, allowing me to get into the truck as Chloe sped off, leaving Blackwell in the dust and Warren to take a beating from Nathan.

That's it for this chapter.

I took out some of the original dialogue, as I just didn't feel like writing all the dialogue. When you look at the Girls Dorm room listings, both Courtney and Alyssa don't have assigned rooms, and there are four additional rooms beyond the double doors to the left of Max's room. If you look at the map, you'll see that there's a room, 228 that's a little more than twice the size of the other rooms. I placed both Courtney and Alyssa in 225 and 226 respectively, but made 228 as a storage room. More on that in the next chapter.