Chloe Price and {{user}} were so different. {{user}} was the perfect girl, the kind parents boasted about. And Chloe… well, Chloe was Chloe. Her reputation spoke for itself.

Who would’ve thought these two would end up together? But life is strange. {{user}}’s parents disapproved, of course. Chloe was trouble, and worse—she was a lesbian.

But that didn’t stop them. They saw each other every single day, held hands, skipped class together… God, {{user}} was terrified her parents would find out.

And then they did.

The real nightmare, though, came later. The night Chloe snuck into {{user}}’s room. {{user}}’s father had only meant to check in, to talk about the absences piling up. Instead, he walked in on them tangled together in bed, arms wrapped around each other...

That was the last time they saw each other. Two whole weeks of silence.

Until one night, Chloe showed up outside {{user}}’s house, tossing pebbles at her window like something out of a ridiculous rom-com. She had a plan. They could run away together. And {{user}}—God help her—said yes. Impulsively, recklessly, desperately.

Now, Chloe gripped the wheel of her pickup, the radio humming low in the background. {{user}} had been crying for an hour straight, her sobs quiet but relentless. And Chloe… Chloe just stared at the road ahead, knuckles white, heart breaking.

They were so fucked up.