Hinovel
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PROLOGUE : ❤️❤️❤️ High 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, her mother loses her job and Chloe is then forced to move in with her cousin and their family. This means a new school and on the first day she arrives with a dynamite mission in mind. A mission to reclaim everything that she had once lost at the hands of others. She quickly finds herself fighting a past that she struggles to forget and creating a future that she can live with. It becomes a constant battle for her, centered around peer pressure, character stereo types, cliques and consequences. Couple that with the plight of falling in love and she finds herself playing a starring role in the game of life where everyone is playing for keeps. Will she win… or will she lose ? Excerpt : Sauntering forwards, she slid onto his lap with all the grace of a prima ballerina and wrapped her long arms around his neck. Leaning in to his ear, she blew out a little puff of hot air so that it fanned lightly over all the right places. She felt a sense of utter satisfaction when he shuddered. Now that Chloe was certain that she had his attention, she whispered in his ear. “You may have been the best bucko, but guess what…..I’m going to be better.” She lifted up so that she could look him in the face and smiled confidently back at him. His previous cocky demeanor had seemed to have lost some of its earlier steam, “Who are you ?” he asked so low that only Chloe could hear him. His forehead was creased as he searched her face, watching her as if she was some type of strange puzzle that needed to be solved. Chloe lifted her hand patted his cheek. The boy didn’t have a clue. “I, my friend, am your biggest adversary. So what do you say Mr. Player, won’t you play with me ?”
01
“There he is,” Erica said, pointing at a guy that was surrounded by his own personal harem of women. Each one of them had their eyes essentially glued to him and each one shamelessly flaunted what they probably thought were part of their better assets.
Chloe shook her head. She thought they all looked more like a litter full of pitiful puppies, each one vying for some personal attention from Northeast High’s resident player, Justin Pinnix.
From where the two girls stood alongside the school, Chloe studied the guy in action. He had all the typical traits of your average player ; the tight body worthy of nothing short of hero status, the shaggy, mussed up hair that gave off the come hither look and not to mention the crystal blue eyes that shimmered the same color as a brilliant sapphire. Then there was also this cocky aura surrounding him that said, I am the man, so what are you going to do about it ?
“So, what do you think ?” Erica asked impatiently nudging Chloe in the side. She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched the man of the hour in action.
Just recently, Chloe’s mother had lost her long-time job as a receptionist with a deteriorating textile firm. She struggled with finding any new work in the small town they lived in, called Bluefort. She put in application after application but received no call-backs. They were on the verge of being kicked out of their apartment ; they had no money and very little food.
Finally, her mother made an executive decision to move the two of them in with her brother’s family after he offered her a job at his used car dealership. He also told them that they could use the guest room for as long as they needed, while they got back on their feet and saved enough money for the two of them to rent their own place. It was a deal that she couldn’t pass up.
Chloe and her mother moved in over the weekend and upon their arrival, Chloe found her dear sweet cousin Erica in tears, down right nearing a complete emotional melt down. From what she was able to understand through heart-wrenching sobs was that Mr. Player had done quite a number on her. He took her out several times, spouted off some pretty words of poetry and after he achieved the one thing that he really wanted from her all along, her precious virginity, he walked away. He never once looked back and damn near broke Erica’s naïve little heart in the process.
Erica Stanfield was much too innocent for this day and age, Chloe had thought to herself. But now that she was here, she felt it was high time to educate her.
And as far as being here went, she was planning to do a little breaking of her own, Chloe Miller style.
“I think,” she told her speculatively while twisting a loose curl around her finger, “That Mr. Pinnix is in for one hell of a rude awakening.”
“Really ?” Erica beamed brightly.
With the excitement so clear in Erica’s voice, you would have thought that her cousin had just offered her the moon.
Chloe sighed and kicked up the corner of her lips. Oh yeah, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to teach a certain Mr. Player a very important lesson in life. A lesson that he would surely never forget, because by the time that she got through with Justin Pinnix, he wouldn’t have a clue what hit him. None whatsoever.
“Alright,” she replied, ready to get this show on the road. Glancing over at Erica, Chloe placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Just remember what I told you. Keep your head up, smile at him as if he was the sweetest thing in the world and act like nothing ever happened. Let me handle the rest.”
Erica forced a smile on her face and nodded determinedly. “Okay. I can do this,” she said confidently.
Chloe gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Yes. Yes you can, and in the end it will be us that has the last laugh.”
This time when Erica smiled, it was an honest one. The first bell rang, startling the both of them and Chloe pushed herself off the wall. Reaching down, she grabbed her book bag off the floor and hitched it up high over her shoulder. Turning around to head off in the opposite direction, Chloe waved goodbye and shouted back over her shoulder, “See you at lunch !”
Still smiling, Erica briefly nodded and then turned on her heels to head off to her first class.
Walking through the halls, Chloe stared down at her class schedule and then looked back up at the room numbers, “two ‘o one….two ‘o three….two ‘o five.” Stopping in the center of the hall, she threw both of her hands up in the air frustrated to no end.
“Where the heck is room two ‘o four ?” She exclaimed.
“Excuse me Miss, do you need some help ?”
“No-” Chloe bit out before looking up and finding herself staring up into a pair of the most gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that she had ever laid her sights on. So blue, that she would swear that she could almost see a mirror image of her own self reflected in those idyllic orbs.
The boy smirked back at her and he had a way about him that exuded extreme confidence. Shaking her head slightly, she took a step back and smirked a little herself.
Well, well, well. What do we have here ? The infamous Justin Pinnix.
“You’re new here, right ?” He asked when she didn’t offer anything else.
Chloe flicked her head back, sending her hair swishing over her shoulder.
“Yup,” she said, making sure to pop the “P” at the end. She followed that by making a blatant attempt in doing a not so subtle once over from the top of his head to the bottom of his size twelve feet. She finished with a very loud smacking of her lips.
“To answer your question,” she started and paused, still shamelessly eyeing his body and then shook her head before she continued, “Nah, I don’t think I need help from the likes of you.”
Justin’s smile instantly fell from his face and his brow furrowed in confusion.
Without waiting for his impending protest, Chloe turned around and started off down the halls, once again in search of her English class. He could stand there in the middle of the hall for the rest of the day for all she cared. She had places to go and things to do ; part of that included devising a plan to bring the numb-nut down several levels.
When she reached the next section of the hall, Chloe realized that these were the even-numbered rooms and easily found room two ‘o four.
“Here we go,” she muttered to herself while stepping over the threshold.
The room was already half filled at first look. After a long second, she spotted an empty desk towards the back of the room that was calling her name. Making her way towards the desk, she completely ignored all of the hushed whispers and the strange looks she was receiving. She was all too aware that any time a new student arrived, there was a production of sorts. Today, she was evidently that production.