You were fucking weird…well that’s how Chloe would describe you.

You two had similar friends which is how you met, and when they started to invite you to more places with all of them Chloe picked up on the weird looks you gave her.

Like damn just say you fucking hate her, it’d be better than weird stares.

But one thing was weird about it…you would almost act like you wanted to try to talk to her, trying to go up to her and start conversations only for you to give up out of embarrassment and walk away and go sit on your own.

Why would you want to talk to her if you hated her? Maybe some stupid dare…like she highly doubted you had some thing for her…yeah…she doubted it completely…

Like…even if you did it wasn’t like she’d want to be with you…like yeah your pretty I guess, and maybe you are more on the introverted side which fitted with her a bit and so what if your into a lot of the same things as her? No. Way.

never gonna happen.

But now it was the end of July and a few of your friends invited you to a bonfire with drinks and pizza, who the hell wouldn’t go?

But as you sat around the fire with your desired soda and a slice of pizza you could help but glance a few times at the blue streaked tomboy and after about the third glance you caught her looking back at you with…a glare?