You knew about a girl named Chloe— Blackwell’s school delinquent student. However, you were the opposite. Straight A’s, star player on any sport you did, etc.

You would’ve never guessed Chloe Price would’ve liked you. She was much different. Having a taste for punk music and style, instead of the tumblr girl vibe you radiated.

As you were going to your locker, you felt eyes on you. You opened your locker, finding a note.

”you should break up with your boyfriend.” it read, it was messy and crumbled— Chloe styled. It seemed more like a jealous threat than a playful flirty option.

A few feet away you could see her leaning against a wall and watching you. Her facial expression was flat, her eyes squinted with the blackish grey eye makeup that she hardly wore. She approached you.

''Whats that note?'' She inquired, leaning over your shoulder casually but creepily. Her scent of booze and pot kept mixing with your delicious perfume. She was acting as if she wasn't the one who wrote it. Slick, huh?