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"Chloé Bourgeois!"

"Couffaine," Luka and Chloé both grumbled at the same time. They cracked open their eyes to see the mayor standing above them with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh, hi Daddy," Chloé greeted before rolling into Luka's chest to go back to sleep.

"Don't go back to sleep! This is serious! You skipped school!"

"Oh, yeah. That."

"Not only that, but I come in here to find you asleep with some boy."

"Um, husband," Luka corrected sleepily.

"Get up."

Andre pulled the blanket off of Chloé who sat up wearily. She yawned and then stood up to cross her arms and face her father, leaving Luka half asleep on the bed.

"Look, those assholes at school started horrible rumors about me and by proxy, Luka. He simply came into my class, told everyone off and said they should check their facts and then he removed me from the awful environment before my reputation was completely ruined."

"That doesn't excuse you skipping school!"

"Daddy, they called me a prostitute."

"They what?!" Luka and Andre screamed at the same time. Luka was wide awake now, jumping out of the bed as he and his father-in-law shared an evil glare.

"Luka, my boy, I commend you for doing what you could but I think it's time we permanently take care of these fools!"

"I couldn't agree more, sir! I think death is a viable option!"

"Genius! That's genius Luka! The perfect idea!"

"Okay would you two stop." The two males looked at an exasperated, but touched Chloé. The mayor turned back to his daughter, pulling her in for a hug.

"Sweetie, I promise to take care of this."

"You won't tell anyone about Luka and I, right," she asked. She gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Of course not, Baby. I'll be discreet but I'm taking this right to the principal."

And with that the mayor marched right out of the room. Luka put an arm around Chloé's shoulder, causing her to look up at him.

"Maybe we should tell everyone the truth," he said. "There's nothing for us to hide anymore."

Chloé knew he was talking about the fact that they were both definitely in love with each other and teetering on the edge of an actual relationship. She bit her lip.

"There's still the issue of the ages. My birthday is in two weeks. We can tell everybody after that, okay?"

"Okay."


Mayor Bourgeois stormed into the office of Principal Damocles, looking around to make sure that every teacher was present. He had called ahead to make sure that he didn't have to say anything twice.

"Mayor Bourgeois, thank you so much for coming to discuss your daughter. Quite frankly we're all concerned-"

"Quite frankly I am disgusted by some of the things that your teachers let students say about my daughter. I am disturbed we even have to have this conversation."

"Mayor Bourgeois, please try to understand-"

"No, not Mayor Bourgeois. I am here as a father, not as a mayor. And as a father I am here to say that I am disappointed with this school for jumping to unnecessary conclusions about my daughter and not only promoting rumors, but allowing students to insinuate that my daughter is a prostitute! Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" The staff looked ashamed. Andre sighed, perhaps he had been a little too harsh. "I am also here to assure you all that my daughter is not seeing any dangerous person. Actually, I have never been more sure in my life that my daughter is in very good hands."

And with that, he turned to leave.

"Um, M. Bourgeois, what should I tell the students," Mlle. Bustier asked.

"When Chloé wants them to know the truth, she'll tell them," Andre assured.

"Chloé Bourgeois is lucky to have a father like you."

"Couffaine," the mayor corrected.

"What," Principal Damocles asked.

"Her name is Chloé Bourgeois-Couffaine." Andre turned around to show everyone he had a very serious look on his face. "But I'm sure that will stay between us."


Luka walked out of the bathroom and back into Chloé's bedroom to see her on the phone, pacing. They had spent the whole day exploring the hotel, playing video games, taking naps, doing whatever pleased them. It was really nice to have some downtime with her in such a domestic way.

"Okay, everything is in order. Have it out front in thirty minutes." Chloé hung up and pulled up Snapchat as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Are you going somewhere," he asked.

"No. We are."

"We are?"

Chloé started sifting through Snapchat stories until she came across Kim's, tapping through it before stopping on one screen.

"Kim is throwing a huge party at his grandparent's vacation house. He's invited the whole school. Now I know I'm the more petty one out of the two of us but..." she turned around so she and Luka were chest to chest. "Wanna crash it?"

Luka grinned.

"Just one problem. How do we crash a party that we're technically invited to?"

"Well no one expects me to come. So I say we dress hot as hell, show up and cause some mischief. There's an added layer of challenge since we have to be separated for pretty much all of it."

He chuckled and put his hands on her hips.

"Let's do it."

So, Chloé made a few phone calls and got her hands on some new boots and a navy motorcycle jacket for Luka and then took her time repainting his black nails.

"Damn, son, looking good," she complimented as she gave him a once over. "You taken?"

"Yeah sorry, I'm married."

"Dang, she's one lucky woman!"

"No, I'm the one who's lucky. Lucky to have her."

He watched the once confident Chloé turn red and look away.

"Um, I'm going to go get ready! Stay here!"

Chloé practically ran into her closet. She covered her cheeks in an attempt to calm down the raging blush she was sure she had. As soon as she was able to breathe normally again, she began looking through her closet. She eventually decided on a yellow bralette and some black shorts with suspenders. She then had to choose a pair of yellow shoes. It was down to flats or... black and yellow Doc Martens?! Who in the world put those there?! Wait, were they in right now?

Chloé stepped out of the closet with doc martens in her hand.

"Hey Luka, are Doc Martens in right now?"

He was laying on her bed, reading something on his phone.

"Yeah, they're really popular..." He trailed off as his eyes landed on Chloé. "Fuck no." He pushed himself off the bed and began looking for something.

"Is there a problem?"

"Uh yeah. You're too damn hot!" He found his normal jacket on the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I have to make sure no one gets any ideas."

Chloé slipped on the shoes and then looked at herself in the mirror.

"This thing is totally cramping my style!" She took a deep breath in and realized that the jacket smelled just like him. "You know what, I don't mind. But people will know that it's yours!"

"I don't care. We'll come up with some excuse." He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. "But I don't want any man other than me to see you."

Chloé knew she was turning red again so she buried her face in his chest.

"When did you suddenly become so forward?"

"I don't know. I think I'm just telling the truth and hoping you don't get offended."

Chloé giggled but pulled away to look at his face. She could see all of the emotions swirling around in his face. She moved a hand to touch his cheek and he leaned into it.

"You won't offend me. I promise. I like it."

"You do?"

"Yes. I like everything you do. I like-"

And of course her phone chose that particular moment to ding. She checked it while Luka let out a groan and a massive grin spread across her face.

"Well, it's time to go."

Chloé led him by the hand out of the hotel. He could tell something was up because she was clearly excited. He could even say she was pretty much skipping.

"Okay, what's going on," he asked when they made it to the lobby and he saw no limo outside.

"Surprise," Chloé exclaimed as she pulled him out the door and to the right. Luka could not believe his eyes. A brand new black motorcycle. And not just any motorcycle. A Kawasaki Ninja H2R. "Is it the right kind? I told them to get me as fast as was legally allowed.

"It's...it's beautiful! How much is this thing worth?"

"Unimportant." Chloé couldn't help but grin as he looked over the bike. "And it's all yours. Completely paid for."

"Chloé..." Luka began, "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to," she clarified. "You've sacrificed a lot for me. And it means more than you can ever know. I'm working on being able to express emotions better, but for now, I'll show you how much I care with what I'm most familiar with and hoping it gets across to you."

The teenage boy smiled.

"I know how much you care. You show me every day that you try to be better. You amaze me and you have no idea how grateful I am for this. I have no idea what to say!"

"Well, there's two helmets there and since there's clearly no limo here, say you'll give me a ride."

Luka laughed in disbelief before climbing onto the bike and grabbing the bigger helmet.

"Hop on!"