CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Chloe's P.O.V

I pulled down the dress a bit so it covered my legs more, I looked around everyone else was wearing shorts and t-shirts, and this black dress is beginning to make me feel more and more different than everyone else.

“Hey Hayley,” I shifted uncomfortably.

“Yeah?” She wondered looking at other clothes through the windows.

“Two things, one; why was that girl being mean to you, and two I feel like everyone is staring at me,” I questioned aggravated as someone catcalled me.

“Okay, I’ll start with Fayne,” She said, sighing and I nodded.

“A couple of years ago when I was seventeen, I had a crush on two people. One was a boy, and the other was Fayne, not how she is now but how she was before.”

“Oh so you like boys and girls,” I stated rather than asked. 

“Something like that,” She grimaced a little.

“What does that mean?” I continued.

As we walked to the moving stairs following h