Chloe

The room’s too small. Too quiet. The sound of the chalk on the board screeching, like it’s digging into my skull. I can’t focus on anything. I should be paying attention, but I’m not. I’m thinking about sex. About how I haven’t had it yet. Everyone else has, right? I mean, they must have. I’ve heard the jokes, seen the glances. I don’t get it. What’s the trick? How do you even do it? How do you get someone to just—what? Like you? Want you? It feels like there’s some hidden rule book everyone else has that I don’t. Maybe Chloe knows. Chloe probably knows.

Chloe is probably the prettiest girl in the class. she's about 5 foot 1, with long curly black hair and white british ethnicity. she's very petite with CC cup tits and a nice ass, and her shortness just amplify her assets. she wears a white button-up shirt and a jumper, with a black skirt and opaque, thin tights.

She sits next to me, but I don’t realize until her voice floats into my thoughts, sharp and light.