Chloe's POV
I sigh and buckle my seat belt in the car on the way home from dance.
An afternoon with Josh is an afternoon well spent. His shiny blue eyes and the way he throws his head back laughing, it's just-
No. I'm not doing this. This isn't happening.
I have a boyfriend. Brandon. And I'm going over his house tonight.
Brandon's house generally involves a lot of kissing, which is always a good time.
When I arrive, my mom waves goodbye time and I rush up the steps.
"Hey." He whispers.
"Hey baby." I whisper back, and I lean over to kiss him. The only sound is the sound of our breathing.
"Chloe." He says, gently pushing me a arm's distance away from him, and holding onto my shoulders, "I think we need to breakup."
My heart stops, and wipes the lip gloss off his face and lips.
I feel my tears running down my cheeks and I'm happy I didn't bother with mascara because it would be running.
"I hate you!" I scream and shove him into the railing of his front steps.
I don't stop to hear what he has to say. I run down the street, fast as I can. Track has actually prepared me for something in life I guess.
When I get back to my house I tell my mother the news between sobs and storm up to my bathroom.
I stare at myself in the mirror. "It's because I'm ugly!" I shriek at myself with the tears. "He hates me because I'm ugly!" My voice cracks. I try to comb through my wavy hair, but in frustration, I whip the brush at the mirror and it cracks the corner.
I race into my room, grabbing my secret box of Oreos from under my bed. I eat the whole box while listening to sad songs, leaving me in a state of depression and with an uncomfortably full stomach. Comfort food isn't helping, but I don't care. I grab the other box from under my bed too, and dig into that, as well.
My phone starts making noise, and it's Josh. He wants to FaceTime. I answer and his face frowns.
"Hey!-Oreos always spells trouble, Chloe. What's up?"
"This is my second box." I sniffle.
"It must be really bad." Josh sounds worried. "Brandon broke up with me!" I reply.
Josh's face doesn't seem as sad for me as it should, so I just hang up.
He should be here for me.
Some friends I have.
