All Chapters of Becoming Chloe: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maya’s POVI woke up earlier than usual and I spent the last hour thinking of a message to send to Jaxon. And most importantly my perfect reaction when we were finally back together. I knew I had to fix this. I typed out the apology to Jaxon. “I’m so sorry babe I was overwhelmed and stressed. I'm so sorry with lots of crying emoji. Please, can we talk?”Then, a quick plea to Mark. “Hey Mark. Just sent him an apology. Please could you tell him how sincere I am. And I know I really messed up and I'm gonna make it up to him. Mark was the perfect solution to my problem.I didn't wait for a reply. I got ready for school and drove to my old neighborhood. Inside, I went upstairs and found Chloe sitting at my desk. She looked tired, her eyes red-rimmed, like she was crying."Chloe, I'm so sorry," I started, but she cut me off, holding up my phone."Maya," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger. "Why is my boyfriend's name saved as ‘Jax Boo’ in your contacts? You just want

Chloe’s POVI sat at a corner table in the cafeteria, right next to the dented metal emergency exit door. The lunch today was a total disaster, some kind of meat slathered in brown gravy, a pile of lukewarm tater tots, and a carton of milk that was already sweating. I dug my hands deep into the pockets of my oversized, scratchy wool cardigan, slouching my shoulders until my spine rounded. I was mimicking her exact "don't look at me" posture.Then, the sharp, screeching sound of metal chair legs scraping against the linoleum floor shattered my focus.I flinched, instinctively bracing myself for Tristan to slide into the seat with a heavy sigh and a million questions about why I was acting so weird lately. But when I looked up, the breath caught in my throat.It wasn't Tristan. It was Jaxon.He dropped his heavy plastic tray onto the table, making my milk carton rattle. He didn't look around to see if his teammates were watching. He just looked straight at me, a soft, almost shy smile t

Chloe's POV We pulled into the gravel parking lot of the retro diner across town, my heart was beating so fast I could feel it pulsing in my ears."Here we are," Jax said, killing the engine and turning to look at me. "Far enough from Northview that we don't have to deal with anyone's drama.""It's perfect," I said, offering him a wide smile. I had spent nearly two hours in the bathroom trying to tame her frizzy hair into a neat half up style, and while her dark green turtleneck wasn't exactly high fashion, the way Jax looked at me made all the frustration melt away.Inside, the diner felt entirely lived in and cozy. The sweet scent of maple syrup, fried chicken, and warm vinyl booths filled the air. A classic jukebox played a soft melody in the corner. Jax guided me toward a booth tucked far into the back corner, pulling out the table slightly so I could slide in.The next two hours that followed, was the most fun I’d had since the soul swap happened. When the waitress brought out a

Chloe’s POVI was humming to myself as I walked down the narrow hallway toward the library, lightly tapping my fingers against the customized journal Jaxon had given me. I felt like I was floating on a cloud that no one at Northview High could touch.Suddenly, a hand shot out from the shadows of the old janitor's closet, gripping my forearm tightly and pulling me into the alcove beneath the stairwell.I gasped, ready to scream, but the words died in my throat when I saw who it was.It was Maya. Her face was an expression of pure rage.Before I could even open my mouth to snap at her for touching me, she shoved a piece of paper directly into my chest."Chloe, what the hell are you doing to my results?" Maya hissed, her voice was sharp. I blinked, smoothing out the paper. It was a graded AP Calculus quiz. At the top, written in glaring, aggressive red ink, was a massive, circled D-."Oh," I muttered, tossing my head back carelessly. "That. Look, your teacher gives way too many trick ques

Chloe's POV By the time the glowing digits on Maya’s alarm clock shifted to 9:00 PM, I was practically vibrating with impatience. I sat cross legged on the edge of the mattress, my eyes glued to the window.A faint rustle from the bushes below caught my attention. A figure in my favorite oversized cashmere coat emerged into the dim moonlight, looking completely out of place.It was Maya.A smile touched my lips. I didn’t dare head downstairs toward the front door. Back at my real house, whenever I got into a fight with my parents, I would lock myself away and stay completely out of sight. It was a flawless strategy, the silence always made them feel guilty, and within a few hours, they’d be knocking on my door to apologize and give me whatever I wanted. I figured the same rule applied here. If I stayed hidden in this bedroom, Maya's parents would eventually think they had pushed me too hard and come up to make peace.I slid the window pane upward, and leaned over the sill. "Up here,