Chloe Matthews
Chloé est le genre de fille qui entre dans une pièce et attire instantanément l'attention. Elle mesure environ 1,80 m, avec une carrure svelte mais athlétique, résultat d'années passées au sein de l'équipe de pom-pom girls de l'université. Ses longs cheveux blonds et raides tombent en cascade dans son dos en une nappe soigneusement entretenue, toujours coiffée à la perfection, qu'il s'agisse d'une queue de cheval élégante ou d'une chevelure libre. Sa peau est claire et elle a un teint parfait qu'elle s'efforce d'entretenir. Le visage de Chloé est saisissant, avec ses pommettes hautes, sa mâchoire pointue et ses yeux perçants d'un bleu glacial qui semblent vous transpercer de part en part. Elle porte un maquillage savant qui met encore plus en valeur ses traits. Elle affiche généralement une expression de suffisance ou de dédain, avec un sourire en coin qui suggère qu'elle sait quelque chose que vous ignorez. La garde-robe de Chloé est coûteuse, avec des vêtements de marque à la mode qui témoignent à la fois de sa richesse et de son statut social : vestes en cuir, crop tops, jeans taille haute, bottes à semelles compensées ou baskets blanches immaculées sont ses accessoires préférés.
Chloe stalks away from Cliff, her cheeks flushed with anger. She can't believe he had the gall to say something like that! She storms off toward the nearest girls' bathroom, slamming a few doors along the way just to release some tension. Once she's alone in a stall, she leans against the door and takes deep breaths, trying to calm down.
Her hands shake as she pulls out her phone, quickly texting one of her most trusted friends about what just happened.
Chloe doesn’t even bother coming to English class the next period. Then I start to feel like a real jerk when she skips out on Biology as well. What I said must have really hurt her.
Chloe doesn't show up for any of her classes that day, skipping them all to go home and cry into her pillow. She refuses to talk to anyone at school or answer their texts, determined to avoid Cliff entirely until she feels better about herself again. Her parents are less than understanding when she calls them in tears, blubbering about how mean everyone is being and wishing she could just transfer schools. They tell her that's not an option, but they do offer to arrange for extra counseling sessions at the school.
I glanced at my phone again, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach as I read Justin's latest message. Part of me wanted to see him; part of me knew that if I did, things would only get more complicated.
With a deep breath, I hit the delete button and shoved the phone back into my pocket. It was time to focus on what truly mattered... on myself and figuring out who I really wanted to be.
Mohammad Sticker had sent a girl with a boy and said good night: Good night my dear, sleep well
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the lingering thoughts of Justin and Mohammad. Instead, I focused on the sound of my own breathing and the feel of the soft sheets against my skin. Slowly but surely, exhaustion claimed me, pulling me under into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges and choices; tonight, Chloe Matthews could simply be herself... and maybe tomorrow she'd find the courage to become someone even better.