Made in 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝕏𝕏𝕀𝕀

-Russet-
Roux

(I don't have the picture to made the head thing so yes this is the name of the chapter hope you enjoyy)

Chloe
7:54 PM

Chloe ended up spending several hours in company of the two boys. She found them and their relationship adorable to say the least. It was obvious they only wanted what's best for each other and their love was only blooming. It was so innocent and Chloe envied them.

Since her kiss with Luka, she wasn't able to see him much. Having had to run back home to welcome her father and mother back, she left the older male alone on the bridge. She did feel bad and she was pissed off because until this moment she wondered what would have happened if she stayed.

But when she opened the door to find him standing there holding a lock and announcing it was for the two of them she felt her heart melt. She couldn't deny that she indeed did feel something for the aforementioned and his kind and gentle behavior did not help her at all.

He was so attentive and respectful with her and that always destabilized her in all kind of ways. She was so used to being harsh and rude to protect herself and the moment she decided to let her gard down she was deeply hurt. She never told anyone about it thought, except for a particular someone; Nami.

On her first year in New York, Chloe thought that she would, as usual, rule the school ground and install her usual terror. She envisioned herself hanging out with the 'popular' s group and eventually be one of them.

She met a stunning young man. He was everything a girl would ask for. His ancestries were surely not American as he looked more asian, perhaps Chinese of Japanese. His eyes were slightly slanted up and back and were a beautiful tint of leafy green. He was tall and had a lean body that he evidently treated the right way and took care of. His hair was obviously died into its russet colour as his ebony roots peaked through his head. His voice was deep but soft nevertheless, and it was what sold it all for Chloe. Chris, oh how sweet did it sound to her.

The day she encountered him she thought it was her best, but it wasn't. He was only a 'nerd' at the time, but by the time they got to be friends, Chloe managed her way up into the social ladder they have created at school, and was able to establish herself a decent name. Chris hid well his intentions, and Chloe was just too desperate for love. Maybe that is why that night on his scooter she felt her heart beat and her cheeks heat up as she embraced his lean form and her hair ticked her sides as the wind made it dance and they speeded down the motorway. And maybe that is why when he held her hands and looked deep into her eyes she felt her insides flutter and wings grow from her back as he spoke the three cursed words;

I like you

She was in heaven. But instead of angels flying around, it were lies. All she was fed was lies. While she was falling more and more for her 'partner' the latter only failed more in hiding his true motives and hold his mask in place.

She wouldn't describe their relationship as extremely toxic but there was surly something unhealthy in their association. It felt as if she was the only one giving her love and devotion to their obscene bond. And surely was the case. Chris was not in any way fueling or trying to maintain the flame between them. It was only the blonde that had feelings for him.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps he was corrupted by power, like Chloe herself was. Maybe hanging out with the distinguished elements of the school blinded him more than his passion for his lover.

In any case, they surely did not work but Chloe still tried her best to conserve their bond and after a year of struggles and pain, Chris finally had the courage to confront his partner and warn her of their toxic relationship.