I'm Chloe. People look up to me, say good and bad things about me, admire me, despise me. They judge based on what they see, what they think they know. I'm cool with it. I've long admitted to myself that I can't and will never be able to please everybody. I'm used to other people's wariness towards me. And now, I actually don't care. Not anymore. A lot of guys dared to confess, and I rejected them. Until this guy. I don't understand anything, I don't understand him, nor myself. And I'm bugged. Big time.