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xLocation: Abandoned Car Garage|xOutfit: Here
xxxThis night is heating up
xxxraise hell and turn it up.
xxxSaying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe."
xxxOh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time.
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Chloe ignored what her parents were saying to the Devereaux, she saw Ryan staring her down, probably not happy with her, and the coffee shop boy, James, wouldn’t even look her in the eye. But she couldn’t blame him, they were born to hate each other, not be interested in each other. Chloe watched as James excused himself from the situation. She wanted to go after him, but she knew it would be suspicious. Chloe was brought back into the situation feeling the vibrate on her phone go off and checked it.“Go see what that Devereaux boy is up to, don’t know what they are planning.” Chloe walked back out towards her car after readying the text from her mother. “I got to take this, Kent is saying some stuff.” She said to her father. They had code phrases for things, the name Kent meant she would be checking on people. So in this case it was James who had wondered off.
As Chloe got out of sight of the others, she climbed up a ladder and stayed up above to go around the building, trying to see James from above. After a couple seconds she found him adjusting his hair out of the ponytail, she crouched and watched him. His poor beautiful hair is wrapped up. Probably because of that professional looks Devereaux try to give off, like they are better than us. Chloe thought to herself. Chloe stood up and quickly threw a knife to get his attention, it’s blade sticking into a tire about a foot next to him, probably spooking him, but knowing she got his attention.
“First you don’t call, and then you have the audacity to not even look at me? Is it the scars on my arms? Or my tattoo?” Chloe asked in a fake questioning tone, slightly sarcastic. “Or is it you forgot to mention your family basically owned the damn coffee shop!?” Chloe asked rhetorically, raising her voice slightly to get her point across, but not enough for everyone inside to her hear. She climbed down and walked past James and grabbed her knife out of the tire, turning around to face him. “Before you ask, everything I said was true and I meant it. The bruise is from someone I didn’t want to confront, one of YOUR henchmen. And yes, I do like you. I fell head over heels for a damn Devereaux.” Chloe said with a sharp tone as she turned her back to him. She was upset, with herself and James.
Chloe’s mind raced. What was she doing? Why doesn’t she just forget about him, go back to hating his family, and continue living her life as she just was? Her mind told her to just walk away and rejoin her family back inside, but her heart was telling her to stay. Chloe’s hand was shaking a little, she was letting her emotions get the best of her.
As Chloe got out of sight of the others, she climbed up a ladder and stayed up above to go around the building, trying to see James from above. After a couple seconds she found him adjusting his hair out of the ponytail, she crouched and watched him. His poor beautiful hair is wrapped up. Probably because of that professional looks Devereaux try to give off, like they are better than us. Chloe thought to herself. Chloe stood up and quickly threw a knife to get his attention, it’s blade sticking into a tire about a foot next to him, probably spooking him, but knowing she got his attention.
“First you don’t call, and then you have the audacity to not even look at me? Is it the scars on my arms? Or my tattoo?” Chloe asked in a fake questioning tone, slightly sarcastic. “Or is it you forgot to mention your family basically owned the damn coffee shop!?” Chloe asked rhetorically, raising her voice slightly to get her point across, but not enough for everyone inside to her hear. She climbed down and walked past James and grabbed her knife out of the tire, turning around to face him. “Before you ask, everything I said was true and I meant it. The bruise is from someone I didn’t want to confront, one of YOUR henchmen. And yes, I do like you. I fell head over heels for a damn Devereaux.” Chloe said with a sharp tone as she turned her back to him. She was upset, with herself and James.
Chloe’s mind raced. What was she doing? Why doesn’t she just forget about him, go back to hating his family, and continue living her life as she just was? Her mind told her to just walk away and rejoin her family back inside, but her heart was telling her to stay. Chloe’s hand was shaking a little, she was letting her emotions get the best of her.