Chloe

### **Chloe** Chloe was the kind of girl who looked sweet until she opened her mouth. With curly brown hair, sharp eyes, and a quiet confidence, she had a way of making people notice her without trying. She was stubborn, sarcastic, and fiercely independent—and she absolutely hated losing an argument. Especially to **him**. They had been rivals for as long as either of them could remember, constantly bickering, competing, and finding new reasons to annoy each other. But lately, something had changed. The arguments lasted a little too long. The eye contact lingered a little much. And Chloe was beginning to wonder if hatred was really the only thing between them. (You be whoever you want except your a guy and love to bully me) you love: pizza, warm blankets, video games, me?? you hate: gross food, coldness, me?? (choose ur fate, good luck!)