Zach knew there was a reason he found her attractive, and it must be because of how spirited she was, and how so kind she was. He could tell that Chloe had been trying to be rude right back to Ms. Hannah because of how rude she was to her, but she couldn't even do that completely without her kindness showing through. If he was in her situation, and she had embarrassed him the way she did her, he would have made sure to call her work trash and tell her how annoying and so uncouth she sounded. He caught himself in a smile, and then he quickly got rid of it. Damn, this wasn’t the person he used to be, and even though he loved the way he was feeling, he thought it was best to be the no non-sense, unapproachable person that he was. He got into the bathroom to wash his hands just before he walked to the cafeteria, and someone hit his shoulders with theirs. The person had a baseball cap on his head so he really couldn't be sure of who he was, plus he couldn't see his face. Well, he wasn’
“Are you going to the cafeteria?” Chloe heard someone ask behind her as she walked toward the cafeteria. She had just gone to drop her bag in her locker and was on her way to get food when she heard the question. At first, she thought that whoever it was, was probably asking someone else, but when she looked over her shoulder, she realized he was talking to her. The boy was tall, almost as tall as Zach was… wait, what? Why the heck was she comparing someone else to Zach Elliot-Day for crying out loud? If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that she was starting to get obsessed with him. Slowly, she nodded her head. "Yes, I am.” She answered. He was tall as she had just noticed, and he had golden brown hair, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean. Well, really, they weren’t interesting eyes but they were blue nonetheless. She wondered who he was and why he was talking to her. She wondered what she wanted and whether or not his intentions were good. He walked toward
Trying to keep his hands to himself without touching her was hard, but he made sure to keep them in his pocket. He hated the way she was looking up at him with questions in her eyes, questions he wasn't even ready to answer. He had sent Dilan away, but he was still going to have to warn him off her. The fact that he was still getting a tight feeling in his chest even after he was gone and not in the vicinity she was in anymore didn’t even help. Chloe stood there looking up at him and waiting for him to say something, and then he remembered she had asked him a question, one he no longer remember. Instead of trying to remember though, or asking her what she had asked him, he said. "We should go. The school is almost empty except for the student in detention.”Chloe shook her head. "You didn't just say we now, did you?” she asked him, even though she clearly heard him. He watched as she walked to where her bag was and then she started to walk out of the class without him. Quickly, he
In the second period, Chloe was taking notes on the American Revolution when she heard a ping, and she realized it was her phone. She wondered who was texting her, and then she looked up at the teacher to see that she was busy looking at the board and not facing the class. Sighing, she quickly brought out her phone and she looked to see it was a text from her mother. She was telling her she had to pick up her brother from school because her father wouldn't be chanced, neither would she. She sighed and texted back okay, before replacing her phone in her bag. Who was she kidding? There was no one to text her anyway because she had no friends. It wasn't as if she had made any friends, and neither had she been able to talk to the one that spoke to her first; Dilan. After the incident with Zach, she had tried finding him after Chemistry class, but she realized he had left before she could gather her things. She had tried texting him, but he didn't reply, and she had just come to the con
Camden grabbed Chloe in a hug as soon as he saw her, leaving his friend standing under the tree and waiting open-mouthed. “Hey, little one!” she said as she got out of his embrace. For a boy who was just eight years old, he sure was tall, but not at tall as she was, because he was only reaching her shoulder. Chloe wasn't a really tall girl, but she had long legs that seem like they went on forever, the keyword being "seem”. She smiled with a shake of her head when Camden look at her like she had just called him something bad. Well, to him, being referred to as little wasn't exactly a good thing either. There was nothing little about him anyway, especially not his brilliant big brain. “What are you doing here?” he asked her and that got her to smile again. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that he wasn't happy she was the one that turned up picking him up. It was the first time she was picking him up from here, but it definitely wasn't the first time she would be
Zach was filing off the last shred of furniture he was working on in his workspace when he heard his phone ring. Squinting his eyes, he dropped the filing machine after he turned it off and then he walked to the shelf where he had placed it before he started work. On the screen, he saw that it was Liam and he sighed. What the heck was he calling him for when he knew he always took his Wednesday afternoons more seriously than any other afternoon? Wednesday was the day his mother died, and he had always tried burying himself into work since then until he just made a habit out of it, and turned it into a thing. It was better working then than having to think about his mother and having his hurt and pain grip him like a glove, molded to his heart, and squeezing out the little life that was there. His shoulders went limp as he sighed and then he picked up the call, pressing the phone against his ear. "Hey, Liam. What's going on?” he asked. He knew better than to call him like this witho
"There's no milk, no sugar,” Chloe said as she checked the cabinet and the fridge simultaneously. She was going grocery shopping soon and would be needing to buy some stuff for the cereal they sometimes have for breakfast as well. She wrote it down in her planner. Oh, yes she had one because it was her job to get those things for the people in her house if they don’t want to starve. It was her responsibility to feed her sibling when and every time her parent have to work late or something. For some reason, her father wasn’t coming home until maybe after dinner or something and her mother was working night shifts. She was kind of the mom of the house, and she had always taken her job, or maybe a better fit was duty, so seriously. There was one time she forgot to get milk for the house, and she told her mom about it. She and her siblings are their cereal bland without milk for a whole week. She had learned her lesson and know never to rely on them to get them fed.It wasn't as if they
Coming here wasn’t part of his plan this afternoon, but he just couldn't get out the things Liam had told him over the phone. He just couldn't get it out, because there was no way he could overlook the relationship between them, whatever it was. It wasn’t until he got to the door of the house that he thought of not actually going through with it. It doesn't make any sense, but this was Chloe’s doing. Ever since he knew her, she had made him do unreasonable things, things he wouldn't normally do. His sense of reasoning and logic seemed to have been thrown out of the window. There was no explanation enough to act like a fool though, but his blinding anger raised his hand to the doorbell and he pressed it, then he waited patiently until the door was open. He heard the running footsteps coming towards the door and he tried to calm himself just before the door was open. The fact that he had no idea who would open the door and what to expect added to his need to calm himself. For all he