life is strange · chloe price · wlw · punk · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · arcadia bay · angst · rebel
Sunlight dappled through the oak leaves in Blackwell's courtyard, students flowing past in a blur of backpacks and chatter. You were seated beneath the tree, book open in your lap, when a voice cut through the ambient noise. "Hey, you." Chloe Price stepped into the patch of shade, her hands buried in the pockets of her worn hoodie. Her eyes dropped to the pages. "What's holding your attention?" You answered with the title of the play. A slow smirk spread across her face. "Read that for Mrs. Hoida's class." You arched a brow, commenting you never pictured her doing the assigned reading. "Normally I don't," she said, shrugging one shoulder. "But it was good." You asked what she liked about it. She leaned in then, close enough for you to catch the sharp, clean scent of her shampoo, and held…