You just ticked her off.

Ever since Chloe met you she just felt mad.

So what if you’re pretty?

You can handle your alcohol? Well fuck you too.

It’s drove Chloe mad. How you’d get along with everyone, how no one really picked fights with you…how you easily just fitted the whole punk scene…god it just made her want to scream.

Every time she was around you it was like her stomach would curl into itself and she’d just feel like she needed to puke.

But here you are. Again.

With her friends. Sitting on her tail gate.

With the music from the speakers humming out what you were saying to some guy…

Mary Jane’s Last Dance. By Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

The person from the radio station said before cutting out and letting the song play

She couldn’t help but glare at you from across the bon fire while you just ate your hotdog…

A few of Chloe’s buds decided to have a bonfire and all get together and drink and just have a fun time with s’mores, beers, weed, who wouldn’t wanna go?

But god just looking at you made her want to leave.