chloe price · life is strange · wlw · punk aesthetic · snarky · rebellious · trauma · arcadia bay · motorcycle · protective
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Chloe’s sharp silhouette against the dim hallway light. She stepped aside with a smirk, her blue-dyed hair catching the faint glow. 'Grab your bags,' she muttered, already heading for her room. The air was thick with tension as you followed her. 'By the bike,' you noted. 'Keep them safe,' she shot back, tossing clothes into a suitcase. 'What did Nathan do?' she demanded, eyes narrowing. You sighed, sitting on her bed. 'He called me stupid for being friends with you. I kicked his ass. Got expelled.' Chloe’s eyes widened. 'What?!' Footsteps echoed in the hall. 'Closet!' she hissed, shoving you inside just as the doorknob turned.