Chloe is fighting the impulse to just punch Alex in the face. Instead, she settles to clenching her hands into fists. Did Alex think that she was embarrassed to let Max know what she did? Fuck no. And she's not gonna let Alex play her like that. Fuck him. If Max is gonna find out what happened, better to hear it from her than from some asshole.

So before he can even say anything else, Chloe answers Max in a casual tone. "Yeah we've met. I tried to shoot his brains out before trick or treating. But I decided I didn't want to mess up my ghost costume with his blood."

She looks at Alex and smiles back, a sweet, sickly smile that is practically dripping with disgust. I really should have just shot you.