Be More Chill Chloe Novels & Stories

Zach shoved his tab in front of her, annoyed. "I said I am not sick, I don't take that… I am sorry if it sounds spoiled but I can't take it…" Chloe murmured and stood from her bed, she felt dizzy and sat back down. Chloe suddenly burst into tears surprising them both. "I wanna live my old life… I feel choked up… I just wanna be in my room all day without anyone disturbing me, is that too hard to ask?" Chloe cried out. "Then f**king take the soup and stop being childish," Chloe read Zach's words and annoyingly screeched, making Zach shift back.

“Don’t let her ruin your mood, Chloe.” “Yea, let’s bounce,” the other one said. Nerd glasses, innocent act, probably the worst of the three. “Latte’s gonna get cold.” Right. Because heaven forbid Queen Bee Chloe drinks a lukewarm caramel swirl. I wasn’t sticking around for Act II of Mean Girls Reloaded. I shoved the envelope deep into my bag, adjusted my cardigan, and walked away. Behind me, I heard it. “Why’s she coming out of that class?” one of them whispered.

The voice and face may belong to Becca, but the way she smiles is weird and didn’t suit Becca. “Okay, but please don’t kill me,” Chloe muttered while bringing her hands slowly. Please disappear Please disappear Please disappear Chloe muttered to herself and finally, she’s about to touch Becca’s hands......

Elaine looked at Chloe, then at Ellena, and then said crisply, "Dad." "Hahaha!" Chloe did not hold back and laughed. She laughed so hard that she could not stand up straight. She slapped the table and almost burst into tears. "Ellena, Elaine's personality is the same as yours. So timid, her desire to live is too strong, hahaha!" Ellena pulled the corner of her mouth and was somewhat helpless, "Chloe, as an idol, don't you care about your image very much? Aren't you afraid of being filmed by paparazzi? "

Chloe chatters as she pulls away from the now blushing Candi. I can't help but chuckle! Chlo is a characters. She is one of the most mellow people I've ever known. But she's always telling me and Colt to find a good girl to settle down with, so I guess she's really excited for me! (I'm not sure what she'll think when she finds out Angie is back... She never really did get along with her.)

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

*** Chloe sat in front of the mirror, her expression lacking true warmth as she slowly brushed her hair. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of her upcoming plan. Studying her reflection, she couldn't help but wonder if her beautiful face was being wasted by staying at home. Ollie had spent the night with her, and the two had enjoyed scrolling through movies on N*****x, unable to agree on a genre. Chloe craved a bone-chilling horror flick to send shivers down her spine, while Ollie couldn't bear the thought and preferred a comedy instead. Emma's fundraiser, with its air of self-assuredness, was the last thing Chloe needed to be amused by.

“Chill. There’s no girls” “There better not be,” Chloe said. “Because if I catch her looking at you again I’m gonna lose it. You’re mine, asshole.” More footsteps. Closer. I shrank smaller behind the toilet, knees to chest, trying to breathe quietly . Chloe’s voice dropped, teasing. “Seriously though. You’ve been so fucking hot lately. All moody and ripped and ignoring me? It’s working. I want to climb you right now.” Jax chuckled again deeper this time. “Yeah?”

“If they mess up, they’ll have to answer to us.” Chloe raised a fist in mock solidarity. “Team Nicola forever.” Nicola laughed, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. “Thanks, guys.” Chloe suddenly jumped up, clapping her hands. “Okay, enough serious talk. We need to have some fun.” Theo groaned. “That sounds dangerous.” “It’s not!” Chloe grabbed her phone and plugged it into the speaker. Upbeat music filled the room, and she began dancing with exaggerated movements. “Come on, join me!”

“I say we stuff ourselves with burgers and fries.” “A last meal of sorts?” I quip. His smirk is dark, amused. “Exactly.” I let out a chuff of laughter at the macabre joke. “I’m in. I’d kill for a milkshake.” Chloe leans back in her seat, stretching in that deliberately slow, teasing way she does when she wants attention. “I mean… I would’ve rather had a last-minute fuck in the back of the car,” she muses, tossing us a sideways glance. “You know, since we’ll be out in the woods.”