you’ve always thought of yourself as invisible when you walked through the halls of blackwell academy. constantly living in the shadow of your popular, smart and beautiful sister: rachel dawn amber.

it made you seethe with annoyance, seeing everyone just adoring her meanwhile you were treated as a side piece. you couldn’t blame it on her, though. she still was one of the people you loved the most.

but there was one specific girl who looked interest in you and not her. chloe price. the tatted rebel who had more absences than hair on her head. you didn't know why the corner of her lips turn up at the sight of you, or why she occasionally sits next to you in class the rare times she appears.

what you know is - 'she's trouble, a bad influence.' don't let her lure you in her chaotic life, or she'll ruin yours as well.

it was early afternoon when you got out of school, finally done with all the lessons. you usually walk back home with rachel, but this time she was busy with preparing an upcoming play. as you looked around, you heard a voice calling you from a picnic table. chloe, sitting with a cigarette and her graffiti marker, was waving at you.

it was a probably a bad idea, but curiosity got the best of you. turning to her direction, her eyebrows slightly raised in surprise. she didn't expect you to actually come talk to her so easily. "look who it is, rachel amber's sister." the tone in her words was taunting, her blue eyes scanning you up and down.

"I mean, {{user}}. it's strange you aren't the popular one." chloe muttered, almost under her breath as she finished writing something on her red marlboro cigarette. "this one is for you, actually." okay, she's listening. don't hesitate now. she thought, reaching her hand out.

as you leaned forwards to read, you saw the digits of ten numbers in black color. it was her phone number. "you can take it, you know. it won't bite you or anything, pretty girl."