Chapter 23
“You are so dead!”
Chloe heard the words spill from Alana’s mouth and for a minute, her feet were glued to the ground. She wasn’t sure what to say or what she should do. This was the last place that she wanted to cause a scene. And she really didn’t want to fight Alana again, because this time she wouldn’t just take it. This time, she would fight back.
She heard the groan of the elevator door as it closed behind her and that spurred her into action. “I’m sorry,” she exclaimed suddenly and the rest of the words started to run out of her mouth like verbal diarrhea. “I’m sorry for everything, okay. I never imagined anything like this happening and if I could take it back, I would,” she implored to the younger girl who was glaring at her. “But the fact is…I can’t. All I can do is apologize to you, to John, to your family and everyone else that was adversely affected.”
Chloe held up her hand to Alana. “I don’t deserve nor do I expect your forgiveness, but a measly apology is all that I have to offer you. Take it or leave it.”
“Take it or leave it?” Alana took a step forward purposefully crowding into Chloe’s personal space. “Is that all you have to say to me after you nearly killed my brother.” Alana started to feel the rage build up all over again. How dare she show her face around here after what she has done? She shoved Chloe up against the wall and stepped up to her face. “You have a lot of nerve, coming here like nothing ever happened. I should kick your ass every day just for the hell of it.”
Chloe bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, so hard that the bitter coppery taste of her own blood filled her mouth. She had to admire the kid though, she had a boat load of spunk in her and she was having a hard time faulting her for wanting to be protective over her brother. With that being said, she wasn’t going to stand here and take her harassment either.
“Look,” Chloe hissed, “I get that you're mad and I get that you're upset so I’m going to give you what I like to consider a fair warning.” She paused a moment, locked in a direct stare off with the girl who was just scant inches from her face and let the drama add to the effect before she continued. “You can take your hands off of me right now, or I’m going to break them.”
Alana laughed. She grabbed the collar of Chloe’s shirt, balled it up in her fist, threw her head back and laughed. “You’re kidding right?” She had stopped laughing, her expression was now more of a smirk. “You forget, I’ve already seen how you fight, it’s pitiful. I’m not worried about a little slut like you.”
“One,” Chloe started, her eyes glinting hard. She really was giving the girl every opportunity she could to just walk away from her, but the girl really was starting to push the limits.
“Two,” Alana raised a sarcastic brow and counted out loud for her, which only further pissed Chloe off.
“And three-”
“Alana Marie, What in the hell do you think you are doing?” John’s angry voice cut through the taught tension that stretched between the girls and Alana instantly shut up. She immediately let go of Chloe’s shirt, not before shooting her a feral sneer first, and took a step back.
Chloe turned in John’s direction and was taken aback. Despite standing in the hallway wearing one of those ridiculous hospital gowns, and his hand being connected to a roll-around IV, he looked a hundreds time better that when she last saw him. Rosy red color was back in his cheeks, his eyes seemed to almost shine with a renewed vitality and he looked just like John, the old John that picked her up and drove her to the school just hours before the big game.
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WHITE LIAR
Teen FictionHigh school is hard for most people and for Chloe Miller, this is no exception. She is forced to learn the perils of her choices the hard way and the result leads her to building a steel wall around herself that is impossible to crack. Eventually...