Chloe Price fanfic (Romance)

Mr Jefferson

Avery's POV

We stayed and talked in my room for about an hour , Chloe told me useful information like who Rachel used to hang out with, and her hobbies. She shared all of their combined past with me.
The whole time I just listened to her talking, my broken heart ached. It was hard not to reach out and touch her, at least be close to her to sniff her amazing smell.
"I need to get into the vortex club" I said, trying to ignore my heart and concentrate only on our chat, but it wasn't possible.
She talked but I didn't listen anymore.
I stared at her beautiful lips, while I bit my lower one, holding myself from begging her to take me back. I wanted to beg her to be with me, to promise to change anything about myself she wanted changed, to promise to be perfect for her. I knew my thoughts were very unhealthy.

"Please take me back" Fuck, did I actually just say that, what is wrong with me? Pathetic.
"I- what?" She looked at me confused, but something else was there.. desire, I thought I was probably imagining it, why would she desire me.
"Please, I need you! I will do anything you want please Chloe.." That's was the first time in my life that I declared war with my stupid brain, why the fuck did I say that. I felt completely embarrassed, yet I was desperate, I stared at her beautiful eyes, my eyes started to water.
She had a predator look in her eyes, it gave me chills all over my body
"How badly do you need me?" Her voice sounded sexy, she seemed.. Turned on? No it can't be right.
"I need you more than anything and anyone in the world" I admitted. It was a crazy thing to admit after such a short time of knowing her. She smirked, she looked at me like I was her prey.
"You are mine" that gave me chills.
"So you will do anything I want?" She asked and got closer to me.
"Y-yes"
"You are hella sweet" She got so close that I had to lay down on the bed, she was hovering me.
"Does it mean you take me back?" I pathetically asked, ashamed of myself.
She suddenly got away from me. She stood up and breathed in deeply.
"As much as I want to, and trust me I hella want you. I still can't. I'm sorry" She left my room fast and slammed the door behind her.
"I'm pathetic" I stated to myself and started crying, I hugged myself like I was trying to hold all my pieces together.

The rest of that day was painful, but I had company.
Dana came in at some point and saw me crying, she was really an amazing friend.
She led me to the showers and waited there while I showered, she took out some of the mud that stuck into my hair in the sink before I got in.
she brought food to my room made me eat even tho it was the last thing I wanted to do.
She stayed with me all day, hugging me and wiping my tears.

When night came we were laying in my bed, I stopped crying for a while.
I thought of how healthy it would be to fall in love with someone like Dana, how safe it would be.
Too bad I can't choose who I fall for.
And I was already completely in love with the blue haired punk, even though she already hurt me twice.
"Dana?" I whispered
"Yes?" She caressed my hair slowly, it felt nice.
"Thank you so much for everything" I snuggled close to her and rest my head on her chest.
"Don't thank me baby girl, I'm happy to be here for you"
Babygirl.. I liked it.

Later at night she left.
And I was alone, the pain felt stronger.
I decided to try to ignore it as good as I could, and focus on finding Rachel.
"Vortex club" I mumbled to myself, and fell asleep exhausted.

The next day I put make up on and dressed up as pretty as I could, I had to get into the vortex club somehow, and from everything Chloe told me, it was clear they were shallow.
I wore a Scottish red skirt, knee length black boots, and a black top. I didn't own any expensive clothes, but I did have pretty clothes, at least, for my taste. I hoped this will do.

First class that day was photography, as I walked in, Nathan eyed me with hatred, I looked away quickly, just to find a blond girl looking at me in the same way, great.
Mr. Jefferson didn't arrive yet, that gave me time to talk to a few people, try and get my invitation to that stupid club. The first person I talked to was an annoying girl named Courtney. She complimented my clothes, and was very bitchy about Max's. The blond girl that eyes me with hatred before, disturbed my plan and came infront of me, between Courtney and me, she was tall as fuck.
"Who the fuck are you?" She asked with venom in her voice.
"Avery, damn you are so beautiful" I had to play nice, even suck up, I had to get into that club.
"I know" She stated with confidence.
She got closer to my ear and whispered.
"I don't know what you did to Nathan, for some reason he doesn't like you at all. You mess with him, you mess with me. I don't buy your bulshit innocent girl act. Be careful bitch" She left me to stand there looking at her walking gracefully to her sit, I couldn't let that girl interfere with my plans.
"Umm I should go" Courtney said and left too. Great. Now how will I get in.
"Babyyy you look hot" Dana walked in and gave me a huge hug.
"Thanks Dana! You do too" I said with a big smile on my face. Everytime I saw Dana I felt better, she had this affect on me.
"Just came by to check on you, I gotta go to my class. See you later babygirl" She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
I scanned the room and thought of who I should talk to next, there was a boy drawing, I looked at it and it was beautiful.
"Hey, that's so pretty!" I said.
"Thank you, you are the new girl, Avery right? I'm daniel"
"Yes, Daniel you are so talented"
"Would you let me draw you? You are stunning" he said.
I giggled in embarrassed
"Thank you! Yes I would love that." I said smiling at him. He was nice.

Mr Jefferson walked in, so we had to finish our chat.
I went to sit at my desk next to Max, who was actually sleeping. I woke her up.
The class was boring, I didn't care who photographed who and when, that really wasn't my thing at all. I started writing a poem in my notebook, of course, it was on Chloe.
"Avery, do you pay attention?" Fuck
"I- yes" I mumbled.
"So, give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white." Fuck I'm screwed.
"I don't know, I'm sorry" I half whispered.
"Come see me after class." UGH.

When the class ended I went to him, everyone left so we were alone, he closed the door and got back to his desk.
I was nervous, something about this guy intimidated me.
"Avery, you need to pay attention in class. I don't want to give you an F, but I will if you keep this up"
"I'm sorry Mr Jefferson, I will pay attention" I said and looked down at the floor, I hated being scolded.
"Look at me when you talk, you have such pretty eyes, it's a shame you hide them." He said calmly. What the hell was wrong with this guy, he was my teacher he shouldn't say those things.
I forced myself to look at him. His creepy eyes stared into mine, he had a small smile on his face.
"Now, what about the photo for the competition" he asked seriously.
I handed him a photo I took, I didn't want to win, so I didn't care much. The photo was of me between two mirrors, so it looked like there were endless Averys. I made it look like a spiral with the angel. I was leaning into on of the mirrors, so it looked like I was leaning on myself, endless times.
"That's. Wonderful Avery. You have a gift, you might win this."
"Thank you Mr Jefferson, but I think there are alot of people who deserve it more than I do" I said and looked at the floor again, it was hard to look into his eyes for long, he was too, creepy.
"Look at me, I want to see your pretty eyes" why does he have to be so creepy.
I forced myself to look at him again.
"You are very talented Avery, don't underestimate yourself." He said calmly, he eyed me, All of me, I felt extremely uncomfortable.
'Act confident, and bratty. NOW' I heard a feminine voice yelling at me.
What the hell was that?  It didn't seem like he heard it
"T-thank you Mr Jefferson" I mumbled.
'NO! AVERY HE -" The feminine voice was cut by his voice.
"You are beautiful" he came closer to me. I took a step back
"T-Thank you?"
He came closer, he put his hand in his pocket.