3/3.


*Chloe*

Chloe knew Rachel was aware of her presence. In her peripheral, she could see her trying to nonchalantly glance in her direction. Even from a distance she knew that perfect frame and naturally concentrated expression. Though, now, she had that look saying she wanted to come over. Chloe secretly hoped she wouldn't, but then she would have come here for no reason. All she wanted was an answer. An official one.

Sometimes it made Chloe sick to her stomach how badly she wanted to throw her fans up in a "fuck-it-all" manner and answer once more to Rachel's beck and call. As much as she missed those hands scaling her body... She didn't want her feelings played with. Chloe'd put up with enough bullshit in her life and there was no way she was going to let the one she used to call "lover" parade around with her boyfriend in her shitshow.

Chloe absently traced her finger along the rim of her shot glass. She mumbled along to the song playing now. It was loud; pulsing and alive. Chloe felt the beat threading along her nerves and wanting her to get up and dance. It wasn't often she missed out on a good thrash opportunity. She'd give the DJ some credit, he sure knew how to-

"Hey..."