A Romeo And Juliet Kind Of Story

Chapter 5

Here we are... Jared Montague at his finest (I had another pic... BUT I COULDN'T CHOOSE!)

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CHLOE'S POV

For once I actually woke up on time, and on my own. I lifted my head up from underneath my pillow and let out a moan.

I reeeeeally don't want to go to class today...

I slid out of bed and stretched. My back cracked some as my arms reached toward the ceiling. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my brush to untangle my hair. Then I got on a bra and changed into some leggings, a black cami, and a long black slightly see-through shirt, that covered my butt at least, with small pink flowers dotted all over it. I grabbed some cream leg warmers, slipped them on, then got out my tall, dark brown boots. I left my room and went downstairs, my eyes droopy from sleep.

"Well look who actually woke up," came a cheery voice.

"Morning Jill."

I sat myself onto one of the stools at the counter, propped my elbows up onto it, and rested my head in my hands.

"You look nice, what's the occasion?" Jill asked, sitting beside me.

I shrugged, "No occasion, what? I can't dress nice or something?"

"I see... and no there's nothing wrong... you do seem different though."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, it's obvious," she raised her hand and extended a finger for each reason, "You woke up by yourself, you're dressing nice, last night you were quiet, and Jared isn't here... did you two get into a fight?" she let out a horrified gasp, "Did you two break up?"

I let out a tired laugh. "No, we didn't," I plainly stated.

"Okay... well, if it helps anything... there's snow."

I became alert and shot up from my slouched position.

"Snow!?"

"Yeah, not much though... like 2 inches."

"It doesn't matter it's snow for Christ's sake!"

I hate snow.

A knock came from the door, causing Jill and I to jump.

"I got it..." I mumbled, getting off the stool.

I opened the door to reveal a familiar figure.

"Morning."

"Morning."

We stood there in awkward silence, his hands shoved into his jacket's pockets, until I stepped aside to let him through, my heart fluttering at the site of him. As he took off his jacket, I seen he was wearing a dark gray, long-sleeved sweater with a dark brown polo underneath, along with dark colored jeans and black beanie to top it off. A faint wiff of cologne came to me as he brushed by.

Control yourself Chloe.

"Sorry, I didn't bring coffee," he said, leaning against the counter, "I guess I was in a... rush."

"To where exactly?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He shrugged, causing his shirt to shift, showing off his muscular form.

"You're up early though," he added, then stuck out his lip in a fake pout, "I missed the show."

"Shut up," I mumbled, going into the kitchen.