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

Chapter 32: finels

Red's POV

I felt a bit bad for ignoring Chloe. I could tell she wanted to talk, but I didn't. Heading out of history, I started towards my locker before I heard her voice, "Red, please, I wanna talk," she begged. "That's nice because I don't," I said before closing my locker and starting my trek through the school. "Would you rather I didn't tell you because I'm starting to regret it." I knew she was right behind me. "You don't get it, Chloe," I mumbled, but I don't think she heard it. I just let her blabber on, "blah blah blah," rolling my eyes. All the way up the stairs, she followed. I started unlocking our door. "Please, Red, at least look at me," her voice was so sad. I glanced at her, which gave her a smile,  I sighed in exasperation before walking in and jumping on my bed. "Hey, Red, did you start doing your finals?" Chloe asked, clearly trying to change the subject. I replied with a "mhm." "I've had one in English and math already," I added. "Mine have been in English and science." I started to sketch in my new notebook. "What are you drawing?" she asked, curious. "I need silence to work," I said quickly. "Oh... I see," she said, disappointed. She has to get used to life being disappointing. 

Next day

As I walked through the halls, I felt suffocated by the numerous posters and reminders for graduation. It served as a constant reminder of my mother's impending plans. Knowing her, it wouldn't be a typical "best of luck in the real world kid" message. I longed for her to show some genuine affection towards me for once, but I highly doubted it. Chloe had become like my shadow, appearing at the worst times. I've learned to ignore it as best as I could- despite her trying to apologize or explain every 5 seconds i didn't wanna hear it i was still pissed at her at my father at the world and at myself. With only one final exam left, an art exam, I felt a surge of confidence. Art had always been my comfort zone. We were tasked with creating a drawing that symbolized something personal to us or our lives. Though not my favorite idea, I didn't find it particularly challenging. We were given just one day in class to complete it, and as usual, I hadn't planned ahead.

I believed that inspiration came when I allowed myself to go with the flow. So, without a concrete plan in mind, I let my instincts guide my hand as I began to draw. completely absorbed in my artwork. When the teacher finally instructed us to put our pencils and paintbrushes down, I took a moment to examine my canvas. There, in front of me, was a large red and black heart with a lightning bolt piercing through it (like her symbol from the movie. the Bolt, representing her being broken and her father, also her last name and her whole thyme is hearts).

As I left the classroom, a wave of regret washed over me. Completing my final exam meant that the next milestone was graduation. Graduation marked the beginning of a new chapter, one that I was both eager and hesitant to embark upon.

A/N  I'm sorry this is so short idk what to write to get us to graduation so ye but next is chloe the shadow 's pov. Also it gets juicey