Chapter 2

Chloe's POV

I wake when I feel like I just got slapped with a pillow. "Wake up, Chloe!" I heard someone yell. I raised my hand to slap the person that decided to wake me up. I sat up after I heard a thwap. I looked up to see Alek holding his cheek with his hand. I feel bad now… "Oh my gods I'm sorry! I was trying to wave you to go away…" I half lied.

"It's fine, Chloe. By the way, I know you were trying to slap me on purpose." He said laughing.

I saw the red mark on his cheek. I reached up to touch it.

"Are you okay? I am really sorry. It looks like I hit you pretty hard. There's a red hand mark on your cheek." I apologized. I feel terrible for slapping him.

"I'm fine, really. Its okay, Chloe. Yeah, you know how to slap. Don't want to know what your punch feels like." He says jokingly.

"Okay, well let's go outside shall we?" I asked.

"Yeah, but wait, don't I get a good morning kiss?" Alek asked. He was smirking. I was ready to slap him again.

Alek's POV

I was calling Chloe up for breakfast when she slapped me! She at least apologized. She offered to go out to breakfast, and I suggested a good morning kiss. Instead I got another slap! And a roll of eyes of course. Typical Chloe. She grabbed my hand and pulled out of the room into the living room and dining room. Everyone was getting ready to eat. They were all talking all of a sudden they stop and stare at us. Well not exactly us…

"What?" Chloe asked. Oblivious to the fact that we are still holding hands.

I clear my throat to get Chloe's attention. Then I point to our hands. Realization hits Chloe. She blushes and takes her hand away. I smirk. This was all too funny. We take a seat and start eating. It was quite at first, but Meredith decided to talk and tease us about the whole hand holding situation.

"So, are you guys a thing now?" Meredith asks.

"No!" Chloe and I shouted at the same time. I was a little hurt that she didn't want to be my girlfriend. It's all because of that human. I don't get why she would want him, when she could have me.