Chapter One
Chloe’s POV
“Morning Chloe,” Mum says, as I was making my way downstairs.
“Morning,” I grunt. I slump onto the stool and grab a bit of bacon.
“You look upset,” Dad says, his eyes coming off the newspaper.
“I’m helping the twins today,” I mutter.
Okay let me explain. I’m 18 and soon I’ll have to start sending applications to colleges. Since I don’t do any extracurricular activities, I decided to make my own.
I help dyslexic and blind people to read.
Or the twins who are dyslexic and dumb as dog shit.
Sorry, that was rude.
For the dogs.
“Oh, honey I’m sure you will be fine,” Mum says.
We all hear a car horn.
My ride was here.
“See you later,” I say. I quickly grab my bag and run out of the house and into my best friend Ashley’s car.
“Hey,” she says to me. She was reapplying her lipstick in the mirror above the radio. “We have to pick up Bailey and then we can head to school.”
“Fine by me,” I say. Actually, it wasn’t fine. I didn’t like bailey at all.
See she thinks I’m trying to steal her man. But in reality, Rhys and I have been friends since diapers.
We did lose our virginity’s together, but we felt no connection, so we stayed friends.
If I were to now it would be like fucking my brother
And that’s just gross.
When we get to Bailey’s, her and Rhys walk out of the house and get into the backseat.
“Chloe,” Bailey says in distaste. “Ashley didn’t tell me; you would be here.”
“Bailey,” I say, giving her a fake smile. “It’s always nice to see my best friend, Rhys, helping those in need.”
Bailey is about to pounce at me, but Rhys stops her. He glares at me.
That means play nice.
It was a quiet ride the rest of the way to school.
“You need to stop riling her up,” Ashley states, as we walk into English. “She will fight you.”
I scoff. “I’m not afraid of Bailey.”
We both sit down and get out our books. “Look it’s your boyfriend,” Ashley teases, when Jakob walks in.
My worst enemy.
In freshman year, after gym I was in the showers, when Jakob and his friend Samuel decided to steal my clothes and towel.
I ran after them, not thinking about the fact that I was in my birthday suit.
Worst day of my life.
“Hello Chloe,” he says, sitting behind me. “Always a pleasure to see you, though I’m disappointed.”
“Why?” I ask, gritting my teeth.
He smirks. “I haven’t seen you naked since freshman year.”
“And you never will again,” I growl.
“Don’t say anything you can’t keep,” he says.
“Why must you make my life miserable?” I snap.
“Well, you see, this class is the highlight of my day,” he says. “Not only do I get to tease the fuck out of you, but I get to check out Mrs Peters.”
I scowl. “You're a dick.”
“Thank you,” he says, clutching his chest.
“Maybe if you keep acting like one, yours will get bigger,” I say, smiling. “Kasey Jane told me about all your skills in bed. Oh, sorry I meant lack of.”
Ashley giggles beside me. Jakob just keeps smirking at me. “That’s funny,” he says. “Who’s Kasey Jane again?”
“You're a pig,” I say. “How could you make a girl feel so useless?”
He shrugs. “Why don’t you think about it and get back to me.”
I was about to snap back, but Mrs Peters walks into the classroom.
I will argue with Jakob later.
I groan clutching my head as the Benson twins continue arguing.
“Nah Uh!” Bryan says. “Netherlands is where Peter Pan and tinker bell live.”
“No,” Mike spat. “It’s the place with the lion and the ice queen.”
“Okay stop,” I yell. “Mikey that place your talking about is Narnia.” He pouts. “Bryan, Netherlands is a place on earth, now can we please continue reading.” Both of them stop arguing. Thank God. “Bryan, you go first,” I say.
“That’s not fair,” Mikey yells. “I’m oldest.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I say.
“T-the c-cat-” he frowns at the page.
“Chases,” I say.
He nods. “C-chases t-the m-mouse.”
“Good job,” I say. “Mikey your turn.”
“W-will a-always a-asked f-for h-help,” Mikey stutters.
“Mikey that’s good,” I say. “You didn’t need help with one word.”
He blushes. “I’ve been reading at home.”
“That’s amazing,” I smile.
“I-I want to be a journalist,” he says. “So, I want to thank you for helping me.”
“I want to be a cop,” Bryan chips in.
“That’s great,” I say. “What type of journalist?”
“Sport,” he answers.
“Maybe you can do a sport newsletter for the school,” I suggest. “That will look good on your applications.”
“That sounds good,” he says. “Will you help me?”
I smile. “Of course.”
“What about me?” Bryan whines.
“Go hang out with Cindy,” Mikey snaps.
“She doesn’t help me learn how to read,” Bryan growls.
Just when I thought the arguing had stopped.
