-Chloe's POV-
-THE NEXT DAY-

I wake up in my bed in my dad's house and look around at all of my pageant crowns and sashes. Oh, how I miss pageantry... They show that I've fought and that I'm unstoppable.

Because I am unstoppable.

I get out of bed and walk to my walk-in closet and walk inside. Hmm... What to wear today?

Wait; did I even mention what I'm doing today?

Today, I'm starting the boyfast and breaking up with Luke. Then again, he's already semi broken up with me by constantly having sex with my annoying adopted sister, Melody. But I don't care anymore. I'm letting them have their sex time. Because this boyfast is about me and me only. To find the right guy for me. And nobody else. And one that won't have sex with anyone else, but me.

I pick out a sexy black bikini that I got from Victoria's Secret and put on a pink coverup short dress over it.

I then do my hair and makeup for today. Fishtail braid and the usual eyeliner, neutral eyeshadow, mascara, and lipgloss.

I then pick out a towel and leave the mansion.

Time to hit the beach!

I strut down to the beach.

When I get there, I lay the towel down, and then remove my coverup to reveal my sexy bikini. People stare, but I'm Chloe Tanner. I'm used to this. I'm a model so everyone's used to seeing me in a bikini or lingerie.

I then lay down on my towel and start tanning.

That's when he comes.

He kisses my cheek and smiles. "Hey you!"

I open my eyes, regretting not bringing my Prada sunglasses today. "Hey."

It's Luke, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

"Wanna hang out?" he asks.

"Sure, I guess..." I say.

Come on Chlo... you can do it... break up with him... he's a manwhore anyway... you need someone that will love you and only you...

"Are you ok?" he asks. "You seem a bit out of it..."

I shake my head. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine..." I say.

He looks at me and I think he thinks that something's wrong.

"Is it Darren? Is it the pressure of picking me or him?" he asks.

Really Luke? You had to bring Darren (my adopted brother) into this?

I sigh and decide to tell the truth. "I talked to my dad about my problem today and he said to choose neither of you..."

He frowns. "Oh yeah...of course...that's cool"

Liar.

"I'm sorry Luke," I say.

Sorry that you can't stay loyal ever or else we could've been together.

I sit up and he sits next to me.

He sighs. "It's okay... I understand..."

No you don't.

"I'm still sorry though," I say.

I still kind of care... Gosh Chlo! You're not supposed to care!

He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't.

"I better go... my brother's waiting for me?" he lies.

"You're lying to me... And what were you about to say?" I ask.

He looks like he's about to say something, but changes his mind. "Nothing... I better go anyways..." he says and gets up to leave.

I pull him down to sit with me again. "Luke, please, don't go..."

I love you.

He doesn't say anything, but sits down.

Go Chlo! Break the manwhore's heart!

I rest my head on his shoulder. "I really like you, Luke."

He nods. "I know but being with me makes you a skank."

I sigh. "I know..."

He sighs. "I'm sorry being with me makes you a skank...I should probably just go then..." he says before kissing my cheek and standing up to leave.

"It's not your fault I'm a skank," I say.

"YOU'RE NOT A SKANK!" he yells.

"Yes I am! Even my mom agrees!"

"You are not a whore! The only reason people thought you were was because of how many times we creaked! We don't creak and then you don't become a skank..."

"I am a whore, okay? And it's not your fault!"

He stares at me like I'm crazy.

"I am a whore...I am the whore of the both of us! I'm also the reason we can't be together..." he says and looks down at the sand sadly.

"You're not the reason! The only reason why we can't be together is because I'm a whore!"

"Fuck! I'm the reason we can't be together... why didn't you tell me to stop whoring around?"

I put my hands on his shoulders to calm him down. "Luke, listen to me. It's not your fault that we can't be together. It's mine."

He looks startled. "What? How is this your fault?"

"'mawhore..." I say quickly.

He laughs. "You think that's being a whore? I slept with 5 girls before me and you were official official!"

And this is why we can't be together, even though I really really like you for some strange twisted reason...

"But I am a whore," I say.

"Chloe, if you think you're a whore, then of course other people are too! Even though you are not a whore, you thinking you are one is going to make other people think it is ok to say it too!"

"What am I supposed to do then?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Tell everyone I'm the whore, not you!" he says confidently.

I mentally facepalm. Nobody does that in society...

"But what if they don't believe me? My mom is already convinced that I'm a whore!" I say.

"Tell them all that I did! Or I can go with you and tell everyone!"

Now you're making no sense...

"Thank you..." I say.

"It's no problem... but I should probably go then anyways..." he says sadly.

I let out a sad sigh. "I love you Luke..."

"I love you too... but what can we do?"

I shrug. "I don't know... My dad told me to choose no one and wait for the right guy, but I think you're the right one but you also like melody and then you flirted with Cordelia and now I don't know what we should do..."

He sighs. "I know I know... I'm a whore...but I can't help who I like! Me liking 3 girls at once is not my fault it's my hormones!"

"Then maybe you should forget about me... make it easier for yourself..." I say.

He frowns. "That's the thing! I can't forget about you! I love you!"

"Well you're going to have to try, aren't you? Just whenever melody invites you to her house, make sure I'm not there so you won't have to see me," I say and get up to leave.

"Chloe!" he says and grabs my arm to stop me from leaving.

"I don't want to forget! I can't forget it! I refuse to forget!" he says, stands up and hugs me. "I love you and I just can't pretend nothing ever happened between us!"

"You're going to have to try to," I say.

"Well shit Chloe, if you want to forget me that easily, then maybe I shouldn't even not try to forget!" he says.

"Luke, I don't want to forget you," I say.

"Well then why are you telling me to forget you?" he says.

Were you drunk for half of our conversation? I. can't. be. with. you. Luke.

"Because we're technically not supposed to be together! I'm not supposed to be anyone at the moment..." I say.

He sighs sadly.

"You're right... and I'm just making this decision harder on you...I'm sorry I never should have..." he says and chokes up mid-sentence.

He kisses me gently before leaving.

That's when I break. I don't care who's watching. I don't care about the three layers of mascara that I'm wearing. I don't care about this bikini when I can easily get a new one. I let out all of my emotions. My anger, my sadness, my frustration, my happiness and just let the tears pour out of my eyes and run like a waterfall down my face. Mascara tinted tears are always the best, mom used to say.

Who knew boyfasts could be so difficult?