[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

BOOK 1 rain against their glass windows, scary movies and looking into each others eyes was their favorite things. He loved her as much as she did for him, but it's not always like this... there's bad boys, fighting & murder. highest rank #1 Fanfiction #6 Short Story ↘↘ [NOTE: WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE] WARNING; just a small heads up, I wrote this story in grade 8, I'm in grade 10 right now almost grade 11 so bare with me when I say there is plenty spelling errors and stupidity in this story. [wattys 2013] [©Newyorkstorms]