Chloe's POV.
I spent the entirety of Sunday afternoon mentally preparing myself for class today. How am I supposed to look at him like nothing's wrong?
Are we going to be friendly, or are we going to do that thing where we pretend we never met? That would be fairly difficult, considering Paige is my best friend. Speaking of which, what if she hates me now, too?
The time I didn't spend mourning, I was thinking about who I could rebound with, to make Josh mad. I could think of no one.
Thinking of him sends me into an instantly emotional state. I guess he wasn't serious when he said he'd always love me.
As I near the section of the hall where Josh and his friends always stand, I duck my head, not wanting him to see that I'm upset. He remains engaged in his conversation with Nick, not even acknowledging my existence.
So that's how we're going to play it, huh?
Well, you know what they say: The faster they rise, the harder they fall. This was definitely true for me and Josh.
When I reach my friends, I get the feeling of someone's eyes on me. I've never liked the feeling, it sends chills up my spine and makes my stomach turn. I turn my head to see where the source was, and see Josh flick his glance away, just in time.
Paige ushers me over, immediately pulling me into a hug. At least one thing is the same, I've still got my friends. "Chloe, sweetie, I'm so sorry.. My brother's such an ass.."
I nod my head, sniffling a bit and tears burning along the rims of my eyes, "No, it's-it's fine, honestly."
Brooke raises an eyebrow, "Really?" She shows her concern for me even with Nick draped over her and kissing gently at her cheek.
I shake my head, "No, I'm not fine at all."
Josh's POV
Watching Chloe walk past me pulled at my heart strings a bit, I'll admit. And her catching my gaze nearly sent me into cardiac arrest, but we couldn't be together forever, and it's better to rip the bandaid off, right?
That's what I've been trying convince myself, and it's been working, sort of. When I'm not thinking about Chloe, or Maddie, with her sparkling, girlish smile.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and find a girl who's tall, about the same height as Chloe, standing next to me. The new girl; she's got tanned skin and ashy brown hair and curves that suit her - she's very pretty, actually.
In fact, I think she's the girl whose father was just stationed in the Air Force. Kalani, I believe.
She leans on her right hip and gazes at Chloe and her friends a little ways down the hall.
"You and Chloe are a thing?"
"No," I explain, "We broke up."
Telling people still hurts, but maybe it's a good sign that it doesn't make me want to cry anymore.
Kalani twirls her her long hair around her index finger, "Interesting.."
I run my eyes over Kalani, she's very pretty, and I could use to just have a little fun. If she was into me then-
"Fantastic, she's a fine piece of ass," she states, still watching Chloe.
"What?"
"Am I speaking English?" snaps Kalani, and she continues speaking as if she's talking to a three year old, "I want her for myself."
