“Ahhh… right. Bait. That’ll win me over.” She murmured in response… almost as if Rachel’s words didn’t take a hit on her ever so carefully crafted pride that she had developed over the years. God damn it, how did Rachel know exactly how to get under her skin? She didn’t even fucking know her.
Suddenly, Chloe’s annoyed expression twisted into a smug one. One that suggested she was more than excited to annoy the hell out of her with what she was about to say. Was this the alcohol speaking, or was Chloe actually right? Who knew. She didn’t. She just figured it’d be funny to say. May even get her to pipe down about her obviously badass reputation.
“Ah. Wait, I totally get it. You followed me here, right? Knew that I liked this band ‘cus ya stalked me online or something… shown up, dressed all punk-pretty to get me interested… and you don’t even like the band. You just like me. Right? Like a bad girl, Amber? What a God damn scandal. How’d ya know that I’m not into the preppy kind? What if this was for nothing?”
After she spoke, Chloe went silent. She had to admit- maybe it was a bit much. Hell, she even made herself sound interested. Which… she totally wasn’t. Obviously. Duh.
So she chuckled slightly, after letting the tension grow so thick a knife could have trouble slicing it.
“Yeah. Right. As if. You 100% just wanted to be a poser here, right? Get into the alternative scene? You’re way off of being a rebel of any sort, Amber, but… I’ll admit, you were pretty fuckin’ cool at that concert tonight. And that get up is… wow. I’m impressed.”
… The best compliment anyone would get out of a very drunk Chloe.
as the punk droned on and on, the aspiring actress found herself frozen where she stood, thankful that in that moment her back was towards the punk. she shifted in place ever so slightly, transferred her weight from one foot to the other then back again. she twisted the hem of her jacket in her hands. and though it was well past one in the morning at that point, and all of arcadia bay’s citizens were tucked in, she still caught herself peering around. for listening ears, for familiar faces that would take what they overheard back to blackwell and spread it like wildfire.
and then she asks herself: WHY DOES SHE GIVE A FUCK? tonight was a blast … not only because she managed to catch the very classmate she was hoping she would, but because tonight was the first night she was able to let go.
❝ … RIGHT. as fuckin’ if. i told you to guess, pricetag, not tell me what goes on in your wildest dreams. ❞
of course. if rachel truly didn’t give a fuck then she should have confirmed the others suspicions. she should have whipped around, looked chloe dead in the eye with her hands on her hips and said, ‘ YEAH, AND WHAT ABOUT IT? ’ alas, she cares …
❝ call me a poser all you want, dude … but maybe, just maybe i wanted to let loose for once. ever think of that? and what better place to than at a concert like that? last i checked, the local country club cards me and their idea of fun is sitting poolside and scarfing down cucumber sandwiches. ❞ yep, rachel amber could poke fun at her own kind. and SHAMELESSLY.
❝ thanks for the compliment though. not only am i going to remember it, but i’m going to hold it near and dear to my heart. ❞
“My wildest dreams, eh? Trust me, Amber. Ya don’t wanna go down that rabbit hole.” She quickly countered, finding herself wincing at her own comment. Thankfully, Rachel wasn’t watching her. But...
This was quickly becoming more of a nightmare than a cool night. She felt as though she had gotten far too wasted to really try and be any sort of normal. Especially after... Rachel had rescued her. That awkward comment proved it. She said stupid shit when she was shy.
It was hard to look at her as the same popular girl from Blackwell Academy. It was dangerous mix of a good impression, alcohol and adrenaline. How was this real? How was she... actually having an interesting night with Rachel Amber? She didn’t understand. Everyone hated her. Even her own mother at times, she thought. So... why her?
Why would she put herself through such a dangerous thing? Why would she rescue Chloe Price?
“... Ya know, you can still be a poser and wanna let go.” She finally commented, in a slurred tone. This wasn’t Rachel’s scene. She knew that. Or... she thought she did, anyway.
“Besides. For a poser, you’re pretty fuckin’ good. Totally had a fucking great time in the crowd with you. So... whatever. Don’t... expect me to be all accommodating again, though. You caught me on a good night.” She explained, awkwardly toward the end.
She didn’t expect her to wanna hang out again, but... on the off chance she was like Elliot... she was warning her. After all, she was the town outcast. She didn’t want her getting the idea that she could magically fix her. She didn’t need fixing. She didn’t need friends.