Glassheart Chloe x Red (book 1) {Nightmarish Reality}

Chapter 16:whispers are louder than you might think

A/N hello everyone the next few chapters have some red and chloe trama

Reds POV

I opened my eyes i was met by blue curly locks i looked up to see Chloe's peaceful face, her blue curls cascading around her. Even though she was sleeping, a gentle smile adorned her lips. Why was she here? Why did she care about what happened to me? I had the urge to get up and be alone, but a voice in my head told me to stay where it was safe. Raising my arm, I brushed her curls away from my face and caught a glimpse of red. Startled, I pulled my arm closer and saw the words "Love ain't it" still engraved on my forearm. Tears welled up in my eyes as I whispered aloud, "Why...?" Why did I feel secure with her? Why did she care about me? As I surveyed the room, I noticed the mess I had created. Then, my gaze landed upon a cup on my nightstand. I had never placed it there. Curiosity consumed me, and I cautiously rose from the floor, my limbs feeling like jello. Gently lifting Chloe's head, I carefully walked over to the cup. Inside, I found a pinkish liquid with a spoon sticking out. Its fragrance was delightful, fruity, and sweet. What could it be? Gingerly, I picked up the spoon and dipped it into the liquid, bringing it to my mouth. As I suspected, it was sweet, fruity, and incredibly delicious. I couldn't resist taking another spoonful, and then another, and another.

When I went to take another spoonful, I heard a giggle. I quickly turned my head to see Chloe looking amused. "Uh... I d-didn't mean to... is t-this yours? I'm s-sorry," I said cautiously. I wondered what she would do, what if it was hers. Why did I eat it? 'You're such an idiot, Red,' I thought. her smile grew,  I was confused. "W-What?" I asked, fearing her response. "Red, I got that for you," she chuckled. I stared at her, stunned. "What?"  i repeated confused She laughed. "Red, you just had ice cream. How do you feel?" I hesitated, not knowing the right answer. "It tasted great," I finally said. She laughed. "I'm glad you like it. You know, you might enjoy it more when it's not a room-temperature puddle." I surrendered to a quick chuckle. "Well, I guess we should get ready for classes," I groaned. "We don't have to, Princes—I mean, Red. Uma said you could have the week off." I stared at her. "You know, a bit of rest and healing." I glared at her. "So she thinks I'm weak," I stated bluntly. Chloe stared at me, stunned. "Red, of course not. She just doesn't want it to get worse." I continued to glare at her. "I guess you could still do classes... just be careful, Red," she said, sounding confused. "You're not my mother. I don't need you telling me what to do," I spat out. "Yes, Red, I'm not. The difference is that I care about you and I don't want you to get hurt," her voice was a mix of hurt and determination. "Why do you care about me? I never asked for it, so why do you?" I stepped forward. "Because you need me. You need someone on your side. We all need that, even if you don't want to admit it. But I know for a fact that you feel safe with me and that you love me," she said. I stared at her, stunned. Was she right? "Fine... but I'm still doing classes. I don't want people thinking I'm weak," I declared. Chloe nodded.

1 hour later there ready to go

I step out of the bathroom, Chloe following closely behind. "You know you didn't have to do that," I say softly, facing her. "Red, I don't mind helping you," she replies, placing my leather jacket over my newly bandaged arm. I sigh, looking at the scar on my arm. Chloe seems to notice and says, "Red, your scars make you beautiful. Without them, you wouldn't be the girl I fell in love with." She smiles at me. "Thanks, Chloe," I say calmly as we head to the door. We leave our dorm and head to our first class, English. As we walk through the halls, I keep my eyes down, but out of the corner of my eye, I notice everyone staring at me. "Chloe, do they know?" I whisper. "Uma said she would try to keep it in the dark," she whispers back. However, I couldn't hear the last part of what she said because their comments got my ear's attention "I heard she made the whole story up to get out of classes," one girl whispered to her friend. "What do you think her mother did?" a boy asks, to which he receives the reply, "I don't know, but whatever she did, it made her mother real mad." I hear another kid say, "I bet Chloe only spends time with her because she feels bad for her." I feel like crying, like crawling into a hole and staying there. Then, I feel Chloe take my hand and I look up to see anger in her eyes. "Red, don't listen to them. They don't have anything better to do," she says. I nod slowly as we walk into class.

A/N i hope you enjoyed the chapter then next one someone will return and be the idiot that they are have a good day ppl i am sorry to  say ice cream will be the best part of the next few chapters