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Jonah's POV:

Chloe Ray and I had a chat and it was enjoyable. Kind of like a whole lot of weight was lifted of off my shoulders.
Whilst we were talking I could see Corbyn staring at us, but I don't think much of it as he's with Christina.

Fast forward to a month later

3:05 am

Chloe's POV:

I was sleeping over at the boys' house until I was woken up. Logan was in Hawaii for a break and I decided I'd hang with the boys till he comes back. I slept in Daniel's room on an air bed, pretty comfy if you ask me. But I was woken up by loud sounds, glasses breaking and lots of chanting. I ran downstairs in a hurry wearing a halter top and Adidas shorts. I see the boys, all drunk expect Corbyn. They're drinking beer and red bull. The dining table is scattered with Doritos and red plastic cups.

My eye catches Corbyn sitting on the kitchen countertop on his phone, looking tired. I tip toed to him, trying not to catch anyone else's attention since they're so uncontrolled right now. I hugged him and asked him what exactly was up. "Uh the boys thought they'd celebrate Daniels graduation." Corbyn mumbled. "I see. I get it" I nod. He excused himself to go to the toilet and I was sitting next to the stove waiting for him.

Jack's POV:

I see Chloe on the countertop so I walk up to her stumbling: she notices. I scoop her up walk upstairs to my bedroom. Not knowing what I was doing. Laid her down, and made her kiss me. She refused to but I made her. She screamed and kicked me, I heard the toilet flush across the corridor but I couldn't care less because the door was locked and whoever was there, was probably drunk too. She was now screaming so loud and I heard a bang on the door. "Whoever is in there with Chloe, open the door!!" a voice demanded... I realised it was Corbyn. Ignoring him I pushed her against the wall and made out with her.

Chloe's POV:

I'm in tears and so lifeless right now. But I hear the door break open, and it's Corbyn. He reacts quickly; pushing Jack away and I run into Corbyns arms. I thank him and I cry softly. He told me Jack was passed out and I was okay with that. He rubbed my head, him being taller than me was even more comforting.
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Z. xoxo

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