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Chapter 13

Chloe

It was Monday the next day. Which meant school. But luckily for me, I was able to skip it. Mackenzie's parents were still away, so we got to skip it. And my mother had no idea because she was working.

But, that meant I had to work extra hours for Zack, so he wouldn't tell. I had convinced him to walk Clara to school. I didn't want her to miss school, all because I had been clumsy.

It seemed as though the weather changed overnight. Yesterday, it had been nice and warm, but today it dropped down to a whopping forty five degrees.

In the walk to work, my mind kept wandering back to last night. It had to have been a dream. There was no way that the Josh Hyland could possibly hit me in head. Let alone talk to me.

I just sighed and shook my head. I pulled my fedora tighter onto my head, in attempt to keep warm. Sure, it wasn't incredibly cold, but I still wasn't used to this weather. The rips in my jeans weren't helping either.

When I had finally reached the store, I reached in and pulled out my set of keys.

Now which ones are they again?

I bit my lip. I'm always mixing these damn keys up.

I finally located the right ones, and opened up the shop. The bell on top of the door ringed.

At least that still works.

When Zack had bought this place a couple years back, it was in terrible condition. It aged almost a hundred years old, in an even older neighborhood. The place was so beaten up, he had to recruit me and my mom to help clean the damn place up.

I made my way over to the counter, and grabbed my name tag. Zack and I were the only ones who worked here. He claims that he doesn't have the money to hire another worker. But it's not like it's tough. No one even comes to this part of town anymore. Let alone come to a record shop. Why buy a record when you can but it on iTunes, am I right?

I grabbed my name tag, and pinned on my Super 4 shirt I had bought last night.

Speaking of last night, the whole thing seems so unreal. My idols noticed me. Not just that, but they fucking talked to me. Why would they talk to me, though? I'm just Chloe.

I started biting the inside of my cheek out of boredom. Nothing exciting ever happens. I tucked a lock of my blonde hair that had fallen out of my braid behind my ear.

Zack says if business doesn't get any better, that he might have close down for good, which makes me sad because I know how much this place means to him.

I realized that I had left my headphones in the drawer. I leaned down to reach for it, when I heard the bell ring. I stood up, and I found the back of some dirty blonde guy. He was rubbing his hands together, as trying to keep warm. It's only forty degrees. Not negative twenty.

"There's a heater in the back if you need to warm up."

He jumped at the voice, and turned around. Once he did, I suddenly became more insecure.

"Chloe?" He asked in surprise.

"Oh, Josh," I said, suddenly getting flustered, "I-I did't know it was you."

He smiled at me, and replied, "That's okay. But seriously, is there a heater in the back?"

I giggled, making a small grin appear on his face. "As a matter of fact, there is. Only workers are allowed in there, but I think I can make an exception ."

Josh wore a SnapBack over his dirty blonde hair, and ripped black skinny jeans. Along with that, he wore a Nirvana shirt and a jean jacket and black converse.