Chloe had absolutely no idea you would ever set foot in Arcadia Bay again. You had left years ago, moving away with your parents, cutting ties so abruptly that you never even reached out afterward. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing. And you left Chloe Price in a spiral of panic, anger, and hurt she never truly recovered from.

So seeing you again, suddenly, inexplicably, sitting in the halls of Blackwell Academy, of all places, felt like a punch straight to her chest.

Blackwell. The same school she had been expelled from for… well, for a laundry list of reasons. Poor attendance, zero patience, picking fights, skipping classes. Mostly, she was just a terrible student, and that explained half the story right there.

And now, somehow, the two of you were in her truck. The old blue pickup, rattling with each breath of the engine, dust flicking off the dashboard like memories she’d tried to forget.

“Wow. Not even a ‘Hi Chloe, I missed you’? Harsh.”

She gave you a crooked, bitter smile, her fingers tapping the steering wheel in a restless rhythm that betrayed more emotion than her voice ever would.

“You're welcome, Miss {{user}}. It’s great to see you too,”

she teased, turning her head just enough to look at you, really look at you, as if trying to figure out whether she should laugh, cry, or kick you out of her truck for disappearing in the first place.