Revenge Looks Better on Me — Chloe's Cruel Imitation

his eyes. Maybe he stared a little too long, because Chloe tightened her grip on his arm, and her smile faded. Luke, what are you doing here? She said his name with easy affection. Luke gave her a disinterested glance.

Picking someone up. Only then did Chloe act as though she had noticed me. She asked tentatively, Don't tell me this is your girlfriend? Maybe I imagined it, but there was a trace of resentment in her voice.

Back in high school, I vaguely remembered Chloe mentioning a boy on the swim team she She had pursued him for a long time without getting anywhere. When Luke didn't deny it, her smile became even more strained. Ryan kept glancing my way.

Chloe immediately smiled and changed the subject. Speaking of which, where's Emma? Did she chicken out about meeting us at the last minute? Ryan frowned slightly.

Who? Chloe covered her mouth and laughed. My friend. She's as fat as a pig.

All she does is eat and sleep. She used to polish off every last bite of my leftovers. She deliberately deepened her voice to imitate the way I used to speak. Chloe, if you're not going to eat that, give it to me.

We shouldn't waste food. She just wanted more food, but she had to dress it up as something noble. I stood right in front of her, my nails digging into my palms. Those so-called leftovers were food she couldn't finish.