Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.
Summary: Chloe wants people to know Max is hers. And by people, she meant the world.
Possessive was a word that simplified Chloe Price. When something she liked entered her life, she was possessive of it. Music, her identity, her truck, Rachel Amber, and more recently, Max Caulfield.
Whenever she and Max were about, Chloe felt the almost pathological need to show off to the world that yes, Max was hers, no, you couldn't have her, and ha ha, sucks to be you all Max-less with your sad self.
Then came Kate Marsh. Mousy, polite, soft-spoken, demure. The complete opposite of Chloe. She had no idea what Max saw in her. Maybe it was the ass. And though Chloe hated sharing (especially Max), she had to admit, Kate was a borderline angel, and made her little hipster happy. For once in her life, Chloe was happy to share.
And then she came into the picture. That pompous, vindictive bitch with clothes worth more than her truck and an attitude Chloe wanted to beat her with. The girl who had made Max's life hell for a while, and then strolled in like she had done no wrong. The tearful apologies, the grateful hugs, the appreciative gestures–and Max had fallen for all of it! 'Forgive and forget', she'd said, but Chloe was disinclined to agree.
Kate she could handle. She even grew to like her after a while. But Victoria was a Great Wall, an Everest, an English Channel that hindered her time with Max, and it had to stop–soon.
That was the train of thought the punk rocker went with as she strolled into the cafeteria, shoved Victoria to the ground, pounced into Max's lap, and, in full view of the school, began to eat her face.
When she was finished, leaving Max blushing, breathless, and wanting more, she turned to the wide-eyed Victoria, flashing the blonde a satisfied smirk. Haughtily, she pulled Max to her chest and lovingly patted the hipster's head.
"She's mine." drawled Chloe, azure eyes alight with triumph. "Deal with it."
"Ahem."
"And Kate gets her on weekends."