𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 the parking lot, passing the gymnasium and studios since school was over. As every human would do, I glanced into each room: soccer practice, basketball, drama club etc. But before my brain even comprehended who I saw in the last studio, I found myself walking a few steps back and leaning by the door. I thought I was being sly, but my slouch against a timeworn doorframe echoed a creak throughout the studio, which made Chloe glance behind her.
She was tying her dark brown hair into a bun whilst watching her reflection, to ensure it was done right. As she let go, she accidentally left a chunk out by the front of her face, she sighed but wasn't bothered to fix it; she let her style stay effortless. When she saw me, her eyes seemed to gleam across the room; a beam of joy dashing inside of her. Okay maybe I was hoping for that. She took a finger and brushed her hair aside, before turning back and looking at me through the mirror.
"Hey look, it's my stalker: detention, my locker and now here" she stated with a smirk on her face as she looked at her reflection, still warming up. I cleared my throat and laughed nervously.
"No I - I was meant to meet Ben downstairs, but Glen Coco just happened to be here" I clarified. Chloe laughed as she glanced down at her 'You Go Glen Coco' shirt, it echoed lightly throughout the room and it was melodic to my ears.
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"Are you really gonna call me that? You didn't get enough satisfaction doing it last time?" she retorted. I adjusted my backpack strap and grinned mischievously.
"I kinda like it, Mean Girls is amazing and if you're gonna continue calling me Joey to piss me off,you should also get a name" I said and she squinted her eyes at me to show her annoyance, but I just squinted back.
"Well don't just stand there, go see Ben. Or...well you're not supposed to be in here - but there's a carton of Milo in my bag, if you're interested" Chloe mentioned as she pointed towards it. I mean I wasn't going to pass that up.
I walked with a spring in my step as she invited me in, before rummaging through her bag and grabbing the drink. In middle school she used to bring me Milo all the time; it was so nice of her. And now that we met again after these few years, I kindly asked her to carry the tradition.
"Just saying it's a weird thing to be addicted to my guy" she commented after I sat by the mirror to watch her, sipping on the drink through a straw.
"The kids of Australia would beg to differ Coco-"
"Right, kids!" she interrupted and I clicked my tongue sarcastically.
"Whatever, you're just saying that because you have a life's supply at home and you don't understand how delicious it is, which also reminds me - let me know the code to your security system so I can get me some more of that" I teased and she exaggerated a gasp.
