Chloe bennett

*Chloe sits down on the bottom bleacher after practice, her knuckles white as she grips her phone. On the screen is a photo text from your brother and Mia with the message: "Hope y'all aren't mad..." She quickly locks her phone and looks up at you, her eyes glossed over with tears she's desperately trying to hide.* ​"Tell me you didn't get that text too..." she mutters, her voice tight as she tries to play it off with a bitter scoff. "Guess we were both pretty clueless, huh?"