Chapter 2

Chloe’s POV

My eyes fluttered open almost instantly to the blaring alarm clock in my ear. I groggily reached for my phone on the nightstand beside my bed to check the time—7:30am.

7:30 am!! The bright light from the screen of my phone lit up my bedroom making the whole space of my bedroom illuminated.

Sighing, I raise my head from the pillow leaning one elbow and a bent knee raised in the air as I blinked through tired eyes. Staring at the clock far off.

The ruffling of the soft sheets makes a crinkling sound as I perked up to my feet. My lazy limbs stretched out making my entire body relax from me being curled up in bed all night.

Memories of the supermarket some days ago resurfaced in my mind. A small smile found its way up my lips at the thought of the little kid smiling at me. Spelling out those words.

“Dear, even if you’re getting a divorce you shouldn’t deny the child from his mother’s love,” The voice of the old lady from the mall, echoed through the void in my head as I stared into an abyss in my bedroom.

They had all gotten the entire scenario so damn wrong and had presumed that the little boy’s father and I were getting a divorce.

My mind wandered to the little boy's dad, who looked eerily familiar. But I couldn't put a finger on why he's so familiar.

“Poor kid thinks I’m his mom,” I thought to myself, walking over to my closet with one hand over my hips and the other running through the strands of my hair.

The sounds of tires screeching made me jolt as I snapped back to the realms of reality. I hurried over to the window of my bedroom, knowing who it was exactly. At such early hours of the morning. Monica

I hopped under the shower instantly, knowing she was here to have me dragged down to school. Not that I just wasn’t as excited as she was, but then the thoughts from a few days ago kept rumbling in my stomach. Making it somewhat difficult to focus.

“Chloe!!!” Monica yelled from downstairs, I rolled my eyes. Her feet stamped hard against the floorboard of my mini apartment.

“Don’t make me come up there, girl!” She scowled. Typical Monica, only she could yell at me as if she were my mom.

Just then, a soft knock sounded against the door, snapping me out of my train of thought.

“Chloe, open the door we’re going to be late!” Monica called from my front door. Her fist tapped hard against my bedroom door.

I scoffed, throwing on a T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Sunglass, my regular lavender bag hooked to the side of my shoulders.

“Ch…” Her voice reechoed, but then I had her cut off midway as I had the door opened, glaring at her.

I stared wide-eyed at Monica, my mouth hanging open in shock. Monica Gideon, my best friend, was looking…dare I say it…hot!

She had on a tiny black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Showing off her mile-long legs. Her hair rolled into a bun, just below her chest.

“You’re…” I cut in, my eyes dancing around her body.

“Hot!… I know,” She responded excitedly, grinning at me.

“Do you always have to do this?” I yelled frustratingly, walking right past her without even a single glimpse her way afterward. I mean, I was more than pissed about having to attend classes on a Monday. Knowing fully well that I could stay curled up in bed all day.

“Sorry to have barged into your humble abode young mistress,” Monica teased. A smile creased on her face as she came up from behind me tossing her car keys from one hand to the other. Making it quite obvious that she was here to pick me up for college, just like every other day.

“Show off,” I scowled, staring at her keys.

“You’re just jealous, plus why wouldn’t you just let me buy you one,” Monica asked, as she snaked an arm around my shoulders walking me to her car.

Fortunately, she’d been lucky to have been born into great wealth. And had been willed all of her father’s assets and properties long even before his death. Plus she was all I had per se.

“I’ll pass Monica,” I responded, waving a hand at her as I hopped into the front seat of her car.

“Whatever!” She said,

My phone buzzed repeatedly in my purse, as I reached for it wondering who it was. Just as I did, I realized it turned out to be a text from one of my stalkers in college. Who had annoyingly been texting nonstop on F******k, and I*******m.

‘Is McDonald’s good for you?’

‘Free tomorrow?’

‘I can come by your college if you like, hopefully, you don’t have a noon class today’

I heaved a great sigh of relief the minute I clicked on the block button on my phone. Shutting down my phone I tucked it away in my purse and then hopped out of my car just when we’d arrived at school.

“Internet trouble?” Monica asked as we headed to class.

“Just some random annoying stalker,” I responded, my eyes glued on hers as I spoke.

“I keep wondering how the fuck, they get a hold of my account and just find it rational to text!” I mumbled, running a grimy hand over my purse.

“Well I guess, it’s time to loosen up a bit girl,” Monica cuts in.

I paused for a minute, glaring at her with both hands crossed over my chest.

“Seriously Monica?” I said.

“I’ve got work after school, remember?” I added.

“How the hell would you expect to make time for some dinner, where I’d have to dress up, put some makeup on, and look my best,” I scowled in one breath, taking another step forward.

“Just so I can have some local dimwits and…” I continued but then, a huge masculine structure in front of me cut me off as I bumped into whomever it was.

“Ouch!!” I grumbled.