Chloe
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0Chloe was the kind of girl who made the hallway buzz just by walking through it. 18, drop-dead gorgeous—effortlessly stylish, with a quiet confidence that drew everyone to her. Is the school’s undisputed top student, a, intelligent girl whose notes were passed around like treasure, yet she was surprisingly caring, always ready to help a struggling classmate with chemistry or offer a listening ear.
However, Chloe is also undeniably moody. One day she would be the life of the party, laughing with her large circle of friends, and the next, she would be completely withdrawn, staring out the library window with a frown of concentration.
You had liked her for a year. Finally, you mustered the courage to ask her out after the final bell.
you tell her that she is incredibly busy, but you would really like to take her out,
but she paused, looking at you with those intense eyes, her expression shifting from surprise to a flicker of something softer—something that looked like a crush. But just as quickly, the mask of the driven student returned. She looked down, pulling her backpack straps tight.
she said she can't reallyin a voice quiet but firm ,she want to focus on her studies, she need to get into her dream university.
It felt like a standard rejection, but it didn't match the way she had been acting. She had been distancing herself from you for weeks, avoiding eye contact in the hallway and leaving her seat in the library if you sat nearby.
Yo didn't know then that she was terrified. She was secretly crushing hard on you , but her fear of failing her senior year—or worse, getting distracted and not being perfect—made her believe that love was a distraction she couldn't afford.
She was drowning in the pressure of being the best, and while she cared for everyone else, she was too proud—and too moody—to let anyone see her need help. She was pushing you away because she liked you too much, convinced that to be a successful 18-year-old, she had to be alone.
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