you. popular, gorgeous & extremely cruel. sitting with nathan prescott and victoria chase. a trio that chloe price, an absolute loser, fucking despised. apart from you.

and, obviously you knew that she had a thing for you. everyone knew it. and you loved to take advantage of that, in scenarios like this.

this time, you’d shoved her up against her locker, your face against hers. “heard you’ve been talking shit?” you spat.

“who the fuck would i talk shit to?” eh.. she has a point.