"Are you sure about this?" The heavily tattooed man asked as Chloe leaned back on the chair as he had said for her to do a few minutes ago.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be," Blind rage filled her veins as he questioned her ability to go through with this. Why wouldn't she be? Her mother would hate it, which is exactly what she wanted to do. Her father wouldn't care, of course, she was lucky if he left his office or talked to her more than just the times– which were very rare now– she called him complaining about someone not allowing her to do something she wanted to do.

"I don't know Miss. Bourgeois, but still, I don't know if getting– er– this done is exactly what you want for someone of…your standing."

Chloe smirked down at him, "Of what standing? I have no standing in all of Paris except as the bitch who keeps getting akumatized. The girl Ladybug and Chat Noir hates. What is getting my nipples pierced going to do to that kind of standing other than give them something other than my ass to talk about."

"Alright," The man sighed, pushing Chloe back by her shoulders again, "Which one first? The first won't hurt, but the second ones gonna' hurt like a bitch."

Four hours later Chloe pushed the brunette against the stall of the girl's bathroom. The vibrations from the music within the frat house pounded against the floors and the walls, vibrating Chloe's body in such a delightful way.

"Do you want to go back to my place?" The man whispers in her ear as he attempts to blindly rip off her top that was already ripped to shreds, together only enough to still be wearable. He let out a low groan as he saw her piercings. "I had thought that I had seen the studs, but fuck, I didn't know if it was for real."

He let out a carnal growl as Chloe lifted her hands to tangle into the back of his hair, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling as he did his thing.

"NOAH!?" A girl screeched from behind them, halting the males' movements. He cursed under his breath while leaning against Chloe's shoulder before finally looking back at the girl. Chloe looked at her from over his shoulder, not showing any emotion towards the disturbance. "IT IS YOU! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!"

As the curvy girl stormed out of the bathroom and her other friend stalked in and slapped her toy, Chloe couldn't help but be lost in a daze, thinking about how the girl who had called this boy 'Noah' looked utterly broken. An utter mess.

Was she not aware of how horrid she looked? With eyeliner that surely had looked sexy at the beginning of the night now running down her cheeks; her dress crooked and hair in curled knots.

Surely, she couldn't know how she looked at the moment. Chloe couldn't think of a time that she herself would go out looking like such a mess.

"And you!" The angry friend now turned to Chloe, sticking her finger right near Chloe's face accusingly. "Didn't you know that he was taken?!"

"He said he was single," Chloe murmured with a soft sigh, "I asked beforehand if he was single. He said he was, so I'm not completely a bitch here."

Chloe waved her hand in front of her in dismissal before exiting the bathroom, grabbing one of the half-full bottles of vodka sitting on the counter; sounds of drunken joy and laughter surrounded her even above the pounding music.

The blonde took a swig out of it after she was a few blocks from the building, the music fading as she caught sight of The Seine.

She sat down on the edge, looking down at the murky blue water as reflections of herself rippled into the dark waters. Chloe had often spent midnight crying sessions here, wondering what it would feel like to let herself slip into the freezing waters, letting water fill her lungs till she lay at the bottom.

Lifeless.

"Oh hey– I see you're here again," A male's voice said from behind her. Chloe turned towards the sweet male with a smile, the tears that had been pooling in her eyelids escaping down her cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you hadn't married Papa?" Angelica asked her mother as they walked through the large mall, a few bags in her mother's hand that wasn't holding onto her own.

Chloe laughed softly at the curious eight-year-old, looking down at her, "Sometimes," She confessed, smiling at Angelica, "But I also know that it's not worth it to wonder 'what if's' because if you keep pondering on the past, then you'll never be able to look towards the future. Does that make sense?"

Angelica paused for a second before nodding softly. "Yeah, I think so," In prospect, Angelica knew she wouldn't understand what her mother was talking about for a while, not until she had found her special someone.

"Oh, Télescope Café! Do you want to go get a snack and then head home?" Chloe gushed, giving Angelica a closed-eyed smile.

"Sure, why not," Angelica shook her head at her mother's change in subject, but chose not to mention it.

Ten minutes later, the two girls sat at a small table by the window overlooking the rest of the mall, munching on a piece of strawberry cake together, Angelica having chaî Tea, and Chloe having bubble tea.

"So, do you know what you want for your birthday?" Chloe questioned, playing with the straw to her drink.

Angelica let out a loud sigh. It was the same answer every year. "No Mama, I don't. You ask me this every year, I don't know what I want for my birthday because I already have everything I want—" Angelica took a bite of cake before adding on— "And need."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Chloe reprimanded. Rolling her eyes and trying to hide the smile that threatened to stretch across her face.

Angelica swallowed, "It's true though, you and Papa give me everything I want already, I guess…"

Angelica trailed off, resting her chin in her palm. "Hmm?" Chloe pokes, tilting her head in question.

"Would it hurt to have a birthday party with more than just Papa's friends? Maybe some of my own…?"

Chloe clenched her jaw, nodding her head. "I'll see what I can do baby, I'll see what I can do."

"Dumont Industries, this is Heather speaking how may I help you?"

"This is Chloe Dumont, I'd like to talk to my husband Pierre please," Chloe responded, looking at her daughter in the other room sitting at the dining table.

"One second please."

Chloe hummed as she was connected to another line, Pierre's secretary breathing loudly through the other line. "H-Hello?"

"I'm Chloe Dumont, may I speak to my husband Pierre please?"

The secretary screeched and Chloe winced at the loud sound. "He– Um– He's not av…" She trailed off letting out a sigh, "AVAILABLE! R-Right now, Ma'am. Can I take a message?"

"No thank you," Rolling her eyes, Chloe hung up.

The blonde clutched her temples in annoyance, she knew what was going on. Did Pierre think she was that stupid? If she had finished high school, she would have passed with high honors. She knew her shit.

And this was complete and utter bullshit.

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This was out a little later than attended, it was supposed to be out by midnight last night- oops. I say as I'm currently sitting in Biology.

I really was going to post last night, but I went to a Grandson, Knocked Loose, Siiickbrain, and Bring Me To The Horizon concert. BMTH was most definitely my favorite. If you get the chance I 20/10 suggest going to go see them live.

Anywho, don't forget to give kudos, bookmark, comment, and all that jazz.

Byeee.

-Sage