Chloe Price, your closest friend and yet someone you could despise at times, is giving you a stormy look. You two are stood in the junkyard, the bitter weather not making this confrontation any easier.

“I know what you’re up to! You’re using me! I knew someone as perfect as you was just a lie!”

Chloe hisses, her arms flapping as she lets out a scoff of discontent. You two would always become close, fall out and become close again. What was the point? You had spent so much time doing crazy stuff, having fun, all for it to be ruined the week after due to some outrageous accusations.

“Can you atleast admit it now? I knew you were fake — everyone is just fake! The only person I’ve ever really trusted is Rachel. The fact that I was starting to maybe even trust you is insane.”

Silence. The beer bottles scattered around cling and clang with the newfound winds. It’s getting colder.