Kinda wanted to skip around to the beginning of the game, but after I flipped back and forth about it for a while, I've decided to just go from her arrival to the beginning of the game. I feel like this chapter could have written a lot better, so if you want to supply constructive criticism please give it to me. I could use it.

Max was ecstatic about finally attending her dream school with the only downside was that she was the new girl at a school. She couldn't help but to silently hope and even pray that she'd go mostly unnoticed like at her old school. She was usually able to blend in with others, being quiet and avoid drawing as much attention as possible to herself as much as she could. Today was somewhat her first day since she was just moving into her new dorm room and wouldn't start class until a few days into the future. For today her only plans were to get her things unpacked and get a good look at the campus. While she was eager to go, she still felt homesick despite not even leaving the house yet. The woman looking after Matthew seemed nice enough but a boy, even one that was 4 months old, still needed his mother.

"You can still visit him, Max," she reminded herself as she glanced at the photo of the two of them. In the frame was a picture of an exhausted, messy haired Max dressed in a hospital gown holding her pride and joy swaddled in a blue blanket. She was crying tears of joys as she held her infant in her weak arms as she pressed his little face against hers. She couldn't help but to smile at the memory. It was worth the morning sickness, moodiness, fatigue, and food aversions to finally meet her son. She hoped Mark and the nanny would be fine while she was away at Blackwell.

With the last box inside of her mustang, she drove off to Blackwell, heart beating fast with excitement. Once she reached the parking lot, she found the lot devoid of any students, with the only living creatures around were the wildlife consisting of birds and a few squirrels here and there. It didn't really surprise her as it was 7'O clock in the morning; a time when teenagers weren't known to roam around if school wasn't in session. She was glad for it since it meant avoiding any kind of social interaction. Then again she did need help with all of her boxes, which she doubted anybody would have helped her out with anyways. As if her mind had been read, she heard someone call out to her. Max turned her head to see the similar face of Kate coming her way. Kate was young woman that was the same as she was. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a neat bun, she was wearing a dark green sweater, a matching skirt, white stockings, and black shoes. She smiled, waving back to the older teen. "I wasn't expecting you so early."

"Yeah well you know what they say," she shrugged as she took a box labeled "clothes" out of the trunk. "The early bird catches the worm though I get in this case 'The early bird goes unnoticed'."

"For the moment anyways," Kate chuckled softly. "But you are right. Here, let me help you with that."

"Thanks for the help," Max picked up another box full of her shoes. "So what are you doing up so early?"

"I was just taking a walk around campus. It's so beautiful and peaceful in the morning. It's a good time to think."

"Yeah. If I hadn't thrown my camera in one of these boxes, I'd take the opportunity for a photo," At least she hoped she placed it in one of the boxes. She looked all over that house for it and couldn't find it anywhere, thus coming to the conclusion she packed in one of the boxes without thinking. If it wasn't in one of those boxes, that meant it had to be elsewhere. Hopefully it wasn't in some strangers hands or else it was possible she'd wouldn't get it back. She remembered seeing online that a camera with pictures of family photos of you and your children would make it more likely to get it back. Luckily for her, she did have plenty of pictures of Matthew. The only downside was that more risque pictures of her and her husband in there. She made a mental note to never let anybody hold her camera for longer than a few moments once she found it.

Inside of the Prescott Dormitory, Max's dorm room was medium sized bedroom, giving her plenty of room for all of her things. The furniture in the room consisted of a bare wooden desk, a single bed with just a mattress on it, an empty closet, a small table with a chair, a wooden bookcase, and a small couch. The best part was the fact that she had the room all to herself, giving her the freedom to decorate the room however she pleased without any objections to it.

"Thanks for the help," thanked Max placing down the last box. "It would've taken me ages by myself."

"It's no problem. I'm always happy to help anyway I can. How do you feel?"

"Besides tired?" she took out a box cutter out of her back pocket. "I'm excited. It's my first day at one of the most famous academies in the countries so I should be. I'm worried I won't fit in but...maybe I won't have to worry about that."

"I'm sure you'll do fine Max," reassured Kate. "So do you have any family here?"

She nearly spoke about Mark but quickly caught herself before she spilled the beans. Until she knew that she could trust Kate with this information, she wasn't going to say a word. Instead she opted to speak about her son. "I have a little boy."

Kate didn't stare at her in surprise or smirk, much to her relief. She knew girls younger than her in High School that would do so once they found out a classmate was pregnant or had a child so young. "How old is he?"

"He'll be 5 months in a week," she took out a picture of her son when he was around 3 months old. She had taken this one herself of her son fast asleep in his crib surround by his lion and elephant plushies. Kate smiled.

"He's adorable. He has your nose."

"That's as far as the similarities go," she placed the photo on the dresser. "He takes after his father."

Part of her regretted mentioning that since her husband would be teaching the school's photography class. Just one glance would give Kate enough room to connect the dots on her own. If she did find out, hopefully Kate wasn't a gossip, and would keep this to herself. The rest of the morning was spent with the two girls talking about their families, their expectations for the year, plans for college, and their artistic interests. Much like Max, Kate's folks lived outside of town though hers lived in the next town over while the brunette's family still lived back in Seattle. Unlike Max, she had a family consisting of her parents and two younger sisters, Lynn and Rebecca, who were ages 11 and 16. Max couldn't help but to feel a bit jealous that Kate had little sisters, something she had always wanted as a kid. For the most part Kate had a positive relationship with her two sisters and was already starting to miss them despite only being away for a week.

"Hopefully I'll be able to see them this weekend," she added as she helped Max unpack her books. "Do you have any plans for this weekend?"

"No clue," Max had seen a few flyers for a back to school party around the school, however she was never much for parties. She was a lot more comfortable staying at home reading a book, watching TV or a movie, or working on her photos than attempting to be social at a party and embarrassing herself in the process. "I might visit my friend, Chloe Price. I haven't seen her 5 years so it'd be cool to hang out with her again. I wonder what she's like now...and if she even wants to see me again."

"Why? Did something happen between you two?"

"Not really," Max's departure from Arcadia Bay had ended on a positive yet sad note from what she could remember. Max and Chloe had exchanged a few items such as favorite t-shirts, friendship bracelets, pictures, and other memorabilia before exchanging tearful goodbyes. It hurt her to have to move away from her childhood friend. However with her father having a new job in Seattle that he couldn't afford to turn away, the move was necessary for them. What made it even worse was that shortly before she moved to Seattle, William, Chloe's father, died in a car accident, which made it a lot harder for both girls, notably more so Chloe. "It's just that I haven't spoken to her in years. Now that I'm back, I'm afraid she won't want to speak to me because of it."

"Anything's possible, Max. She might be so happy to see you again, she'll forget about how mad she was at you in the first place."

"I hope so," Then a thought clicked into her mind to show a picture of Chloe to the older teen just in case she'd seen her around campus. Kate was around Arcadia Bay much longer than she was so it was possible she had seen her around. After looking in her boxes, she finally found her photo album full of her pictures from when she was younger. She found a particular picture with a young Max and Chloe at an amusement park. "This was her when we were kids. Have you seen anybody that looks like her?"

Kate examined the picture for a moment before shaking her head. "She looks familiar but I haven't seen her around campus. Perhaps she hadn't moved back in. Maybe once you meet everyone else, you'll find someone who's seen her."

Maybe after getting some of her possessions arranged, she could glance around at the rooms before asking around. Each room door had a name plate on the front of it along with a white board on the right side of each room for anything someone wished to write. She hadn't really bothered looking at many of them in the process of moving her things, only catching a few names such as Alyssa, Brooke, and Juliet on her way to her new room. She wasn't one to initiate conversation, only speaking when she was spoken to more times than not. Seeing as how she wanted to find Chloe, she would just have to suck it up and ask around once she had the time. If Chloe wasn't around, she could always head over to the diner to search for Joyce. Just the thought of doing that made her anxious that Joyce would be upset at her as well for failing to keep contact with the two.

Max thanked Kate for helping her out with her things and that she would take it from there. After she left, Max started unfolding her quilt sheet when she received a text message from her mother asking about how the move was going.

Okay ATM. Super excited for the semester.

That's wonderful sweety. If you need anything, let me and your father know. We'll be happy to help with anything.

Will do mom.

Give Matthew a kiss from Grandma. XO Mom

Placing away her cell phone, Max made her way out of her room for a moment to get a better look at those name plates in the dorm room. Much to her disappointment, not a single name plate read "Chloe Price". Either Chloe was attending a public school or dropped out for whatever reason. There was even a chance Chloe's family had moved away from Arcadia Bay entirely.

"You would have known that if you'd bother to keep in contact," she reprimanded herself as she headed back to her bedroom. "I may as well get my things unpacked instead of putting it off until later."

A while later, Max had finally finished up neatly putting away her clothing, shoes, and a couple of pictures in her room. Plenty of boxes were still left over, much to Max's dismay. At least she got most of her things out of the way so she wouldn't trip over the various boxes she had laying around. As she dragged her unused boxes outside out for recycling, she spotted Mark texting on his cell phone as he headed towards the entrance of the school. Her first instinct was to call out to him but didn't get the chance as a girl dressed in a light pink sweater and blue jeans ran over towards him. As expected the girl, who introduced herself as Victoria to him, began talking to about how much she adored his work, how she wanted to be so much like him, and gave offers to show him her pictures. Max was use to the attention her husband got whenever they were out so Victoria approaching him didn't bother her too much. Just as long as she didn't throw herself all over him, she wouldn't mind. Even if she had, as long as Mark didn't respond to her advances, she would be content with that as she wouldn't mind sneering at her unsuccessful advances. Their conversation was cut short when another girl with long blonde hair showed up, eager to meet him as well. Victoria appeared to be annoyed by the additional participant in their conversation and wasn't afraid to let her know it.

"Taylor, Mr. Jefferson and I were speaking. Do you mind?" she scowled, giving the taller teenager the stink eye. Taylor didn't appear fazed by the young woman's words as she introduced herself before asking him to give her his autograph.

"I'm kind of in a hurry…" he began as he gave her back the notebook. She then proceeded to take out her cellphone and ask for a selfie. Before that could occur, another three girls spotted the famous photographer and promptly came over for the chance to meet the man.

She shook her head as she continued making her way towards the recycling bin. She could tell he desperately wished to get away from the small crowd of fans he had gathered around him. Normally he didn't mind the attention from his adoring fans, but seeing as he was in a rush, it was becoming irritating as a few more students found him. By the time she had dumped them into the large recycling bin located beside the dumpster and headed back, she found him attempting to slip away, edging towards his destination from the ever growing crowd. Yet none of them either noticed or cared he was done talking.

"I guess it's up to me to save the day," she thought as she headed towards the crowd. "Mr. Jefferson, I've been looking all over for you. Principal Wells told me to come find you for an important meeting."

Upon hearing this, they gave him room to move giving him the chance to slip away. Despite what Max said, Victoria was still persistent. "Wait! I haven't shown you my head-shots yet!"

"Let him go, Victoria," a girl with short, dark hair grabbed her arm as Victoria tried to go after him. Geez, didn't she get the message? It wasn't as like he was only going to be there for one day. With the crowd dispersing, Max slipped inside to catch up with him.

"I noticed you needed help back there," Max whispered as her eyes darted around just in case anybody else was around. Someone may have followed them inside or were roaming the halls. "Seems like you don't have a shortage of fans here."

"Hopefully no other incidents occur like that when I'm in a hurry." His phone buzzed again causing him to swear under his breath. "I'll catch you later. I gotta go before someone else decides to bother me."

Max just nodded with understanding, though, much like those girls from earlier, she wanted to stay with him. Unlike most of those girls, she had all rights to his time considering their relationship. Hopefully not too much of his time would be hindered by some random fan coming up to him later in the day. In the meantime, she supposed she'd have to get back to her room and get back to cleaning up.

By the time she had gotten a little more than half of her things unpacked, she finally got text from Mark asking her to come to his classroom, giving her the room number to come to. About time! Once inside of the school, she looked over her shoulder for a moment just in case before slipping inside. Mark was appearing to be deep in throat as he typed away on his computer, not yet acknowledging her presence as she closed the door and then the curtains on the windows next to the door to prevent anybody from seeing inside. Max was feeling a little naughty if she had to be honest with herself. This was the perfect moment for her to live out the ultimate fantasy of the coy school girl seducing her handsome teacher into having his way with her in exchange for extra credit. Now that she thought about, technically she had done so once before with the only difference being that the "classroom" was his house and there weren't others that could stumble upon the pair.

"Got everything done, professor?" she whispered in his ear as she locked her arms around his neck and gently kissed his cheek.

"Almost. I've got a few more files to fill out."

"I've got something you can feel out," As cheesy as that line was, her mind was too lust filled to care. While normally Max preferred a more private area to do her "business" with her spouse, there were times when the brunette tended to feel adventurous. She wasn't sure what brought on these wants to have sex in a public area with little to no concern of being caught until afterwards, but she liked it.

"Oh really?" He grinned back at his wife as she licked her lips. "There's a lot of people here you know."

"Let them hear," she purred as crawled into his lap and fiddled began fiddling with his tie. " I want them to know they can't have you."

"Let's see how you feel about that when I bend you over this desk and…" He was beginning to he run his hand up her leg and work his under her shirt when the pair heard someone knocking on the door. They could make out the shadows of three people gathered outside of the door. The couple froze all moment as if they had been caught in the act.

"Is he even still here?" she heard a feminine voice say to the other three. "It's been hours."

"He should," another female voice spoke. "His car is still in the parking lot. He's got to be somewhere if he's not with Principal Wells."

"Is the door locked?" Max recognized the voice as belonging to the girl from earlier, Victoria.

"Do you think he'd mind if we…?"

Max immediately got up as soon as heard Principal Well's deep voice interrupting the conversation. It wouldn't look good if the principal walked in on a student-teacher affair. As a matter of fact, it wouldn't have looked good if three girls barged in like they were no doubt planning, but at least they would hesitate before coming in unlike a principal. "Can I help you girls?"

"Principal Wells! We were just…" began the first girl.

"We wanted to see Mr. Jefferson before he left!" spoke up the second girl.

"I'm sure he'll be happy to see you all after the semester begins. He has plenty of things to prepare for and I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you all gave him a little space."

"You'd better go," Mark whispered.

Max hated that she had to leave, however she knew she had to listen what he said. Max couldn't say she was good at keeping quiet during sex and Mark along side, embarrassingly enough, her parents knew that well enough. Even if she had, she knew there was a high chance Wells, a fan of her spouse's work, another teacher, janitor, or a random student looking for a empty classroom to do whatever in would stumble upon the couple if not hear it first. It was for the better that she left even if she was doing so reluctantly. Some other day maybe? Yeah right if his fans had anything to do with it. Oh well. It was for the better. Even if they weren't planning on sex in the classroom, they were still going to put both of their butts at risks by being all over each other.

She left out of the classroom door, bumping into the principal on her way out. "Oh sorry, Principal Wells. I didn't see you there."

"It's fine, Miss Caulfield. How are you liking Blackwell so far?"

"It's nice. I can't wait to attend classes."

"That's good to hear. Now if you'll excuse me," The brunette sidestepped to let him into the classroom, secretly glad that she had gotten up instead of being stubborn and staying in her lover's lap. Now that she thought about it, neither she or Mark locked the door.

"Imagine if we kept going," she shuddered as she continued down the hallway. The two had made that same fatal mistake the day her aunt had come over. Unlike today, Max hadn't closed their bedroom door resulting in the woman accidentally overhearing their "photography" session. Max couldn't even think about the incident without feeling her cheeks burning.

She never got to see anymore of her husband for the rest of the day though he did send a text about Principal "Cockblock" asking him if he needed security. Max doubted he needed any as the girls from earlier only wanted to meet him. It wasn't like he couldn't handle a bunch of teenage girls. Max couldn't help to sympathize with him since Wells had interrupted their time together. She had been hoping to continue elsewhere but he had said he had to get back to work since Wells took up too much of his time.

"A little too much," she muttered aloud as she messaged him back a response. It was two hours since she saw him so neither of them were in the mood anymore. At least she wasn't.

Next time? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

We'll see. Love you

Love you too papa bear ^^

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