A/N: Things are not so optional when it comes to Chloe's demands.


35. MPOV

"Oh, hey Chloe. How's it going?" I ask casually as I sit back down at my desk.

"Caulfield," she says my last name, smirking. "You're coming to the show tonight."

Show?

Right. Her and Rachel were heading to see some bands I've never heard of tonight.

"Oh, uh..." I point towards my open textbook. "You guys go ahead. I'm probably just going to get ahead in some things for my art history course."

Chloe folded her arms and raised her eyebrow.

"Did I stutter, Caulfield? I said you're coming, so get your ass into my room," she scoffed. "You definitely don't have the clothes for a punk show."

Crap, I think to myself as I nibble on my lip. Even if she's taken, I can't help but stare.