Dreamology: Chloe continues to have dreams after a girl named Max, saving her life over and over. AU where Max and Chloe never met, and Max still has her powers. Chloe’s POV.
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Prologue August 8th, 2013:
“Dare to visualize a world in which your most treasured dreams have become true. – Ralph Marston”
Lightning crackled stentoriously in the bleak gray sky. That wasn’t the first thing I registered. It was the rain nipping at my exposed skin as I pushed myself off the ground. The winds were vigorous and unrelenting as I pushed my blue hair back into my beanie. The strands kept on flinging itself into my vision, making me stumble slightly. Working my legs to climb up the hill, I finally made it to the top where a girl sat at the bench looking down into her lap. Directly in front of her was the largest ******* tornado I’ve ever seen. It was a ******* behemoth.
I gripped onto her shoulder roughly. “What the **** are you doing? There’s a storm right there!”
I pointed at the monster of a whirlwind, her head slowly turning towards me. The side view of the girl made it apparent that she was actually very cute. Her high cheekbones were peppered with freckles, her curved lips like something made out of calligraphy, her nose as small as a button, her long and feminine eyelashes were one of the few things that stuck out to her. “Chloe, I don’t want to lose you.”
A loud snap aroused me from my nap when I noticed a ruler was less than two centimeters from my face. Pushing myself off the desk, I looked into the face of Ms. Grant who didn’t look pleased. “Napping in class, huh? Pay attention, Price, some of this material will be on your upcoming quiz.”
Wobbling back up to the board like a penguin, I pressed my knuckles against the bottom of my chin pretending to look vaguely interested in Ms. Grant’s boring science lesson. Truth was, my mind was reeling the events of that dream. Who was that girl? Why do I keep on having dreams about her?
Rachel – as expected – was trying her best not to giggle so much as to cause interruption. For some reason, her laughter was going undetected by Ms. Grant. Pulling out my phone from under my desk, I sent Rachel a quick angry text.
Chloe: i c u laughing *******. r we gonna fite 1v1? 12:22 pm
Rachel: figured you would either skip this class or sleep the entire day. looks like it’s the latter. 12:24 pm
Chloe: yea i’m going to body slam you after class. just u wait. 12:25pm
Rachel: bet you won’t. you will probably hit your head on something. 12:27pm
I grabbed one of the graded worksheets that Ms. Grant gave back to us, balled it up slowly, and threw it at Rachel’s head when Ms. Grant was turned around. Her blonde hair whipped around to face me, her eyes screaming, “THIS MEANS WAR.” Quickly, she threw it back before awkwardly turning around to face Ms. Grant who hovered in front of Rachel’s desk. “Rachel, let’s talk after class.”
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“You’re such a bad influence on me.” Rachel joked, her hair up in a towel bun. All she was wearing was the Otters swim suit, a heavy jacket, and the towel. Her tanned legs seemed to shine with leftover droplets of chlorine water. “My eyes are up here, Chloe.”
“No wonder why guys hit on you at those swim meets.”
“Chloe Price, are you flirting with me?” Rachel laughed, taking out a box of cigarettes out of her jacket. She gave one to me, which I graciously accepted. “It’s kind of irritating. Kind of like when you’re at your job, and some **** bag decides to come in and be an *******. I don’t need that ****.”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “Look, Rachel. It sounds crazy, but I keep on having that ******* tornado dream.