The Story of You

Chapter 2 Chloe's POV

Josh chuckled at my comment.

J- you're horrible.

C- oh, and you're so great?

J- better than you.

C- no way! You complain more about her than I do. Why don't you just break up with her?

J- chlo, you know I can't do that.

C- why not, Josh? It'd do me one hell of a favor. I'd have someone to sit with at lunch, someone to talk to. But I guess your popularity means more to you than me.

I started down the hallway, having fewer papers thrown at me because Josh was following me.

J- chloe! Chloe! You know that's not true.

I continued walking, not saying a word to him. We had this argument all the time. I got more pissed at him every time. He caught up to me and just barely grabbed my wrist.

C- let me go!

I turned back and looked at him.

C- let me go!

J- chlo...

He brushed hair out of my face and pushed my glasses up on my face.

C- no, not this time.

He looked confused and hurt. He slowly let me out of his grasp.

J- fine.

I was the one who looked confused and hurt now. He just walked away. I wanted to go to the nurse and lie and say I was sick, but then I'd have to go home and to my abusive father.

I'm abused. Josh didn't know that.

He was the only thing keeping me from relapsing. He didn't know that.

He didn't know I cut in the first place, and I didn't intend on him finding out.

I walked to my first class, AP math, a senior class, that Josh happened to be in. And happened to sit next to me in. But he had the choice of where to sit, and I think next to me is the last place he wants to be...