FORBIDDEN - (BechloeStory)

CHAPTER #1

#CHAPTER ONE

"Your present circumstances don't determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start."

Chloe was a senior high school who was studying in a religious school because of her dad being a pastor. Everything is new. New color of uniform because every year was different color, new classmates because she was being moved in a higher section and of course, probably new teachers. It's her first day of being a senior high but she doesn't know why her father kept on insisting that after she graduated "college" she will marry a man who's also a potential pastor.

She's not complaining about it coz most of pastors she knew were attractive men with very high profiles. It's like whenever she's listening to them, she couldn't help but to mesmerize at them for the entire preaching. It's sinful not to listen to them but it's also sinful not to admire them. Her thoughts was cut off when she heard the person next to her spoke.

"I hate studying." The brunette said next to her. As she looked at her, the brunette was unbuttoning her blouse's 3 buttons. It needs to be all buttoned but it's seemed like she met a rebel next to her.

"Uhm. Hi." Chloe approached. The tall brunette looked at her with a very annoyed face. She looks unfamiliar to her. "If you don't mind, you need to button all of that before the teachers have seen that. It's in the rules." Chloe warned with a very shy face. "I'm Chloe Beale."

"I'm Stacie. I also hate their rules by the way." She hissed and buttoned her blouse up to her neck. "It's fucking hot in here, you know."

"And it's in the rules that no cussing..." Chloe awkwardly smile. Stacie rolled her eyes and muttered 'I know'.

"Please remind me why do we need a blazer again and black fit shorts under skirt?" Stacie asked. "It's so hot. We're not going to be a nun, right?"

"We're senior. We need blazer to cover the transparent white blouse we had. We had a colored bra that see throughout this shirt so it needs to be covered." Chloe said. Stacie looked at her inner shirt that made Chloe looked away, giggling. "They don't want boys to see women as a walking sin though."

"The more you cover it, the more they want to see it." A voice from the back said. Chloe and Stacie looked back and was met by a boy.

"Hi. I'm Jesse." Jesse approached with a grin. He looks unfamiliar with Chloe. "Sorry. I don't intend too listen but you're talking too loud." He laughed but immediately stop. "I'm not a pervert."

Stacie was about to say something when a middle age man entered the room and everyone gets silence in unison.