"Jess" i fake smile "how did you get here?"

"Chloe! its been such a long time, and oh im friends with one of the girls who knows the owner" she says as she takes a sip of her huge drink and i look at her finger confused on how she can handle life with such long nails

 "it has indeed" i nod

"we should catch up sometime soon, i got into modelling not very long ago and i just got a new contract with this company, but i don't know how i feel about it because the photographer has a proper sore eye and only picks the pictures where i look like a bimbo"

'maybe that is because you look like a bimbo every minute of your life' i wanted to say but instead i opted for "lovely"

"yeah but this man really pisses me off like i was speaking to my manager the other day about firing this photographer and hiring a new one of my choice but then..." she continues waffling as i drown in the thoughts of my past

"Chloe? are you even listening?"

"what? yeah sorry what were you saying?"

why am i apologising?

"so anyways..." she continues waffling

as she speaks i sneak my phone besides me and click on the first person who i think could save me from this

.

trent 🤔

TRENT 

TRENT

TRENT 

RING ME RN

JUST CALL ME AS SOON AS U SEE THIS 

PLEASE FGS

.

"you aren't listening are you" she says as she spots my phone

"sorry i was just-"

"no" she interupts "im not taking anymore of your shit, why can't you listen"

"well maybe because i literaly don't give a fuck about your stupid stories about how you have the perfect life and how you have a million boyfriends and your stupid complaining, especially after what you did to me"

"we were best friends at one point Chloe, and then you come and you do this to me?" she screeches acting like i offended her with my words

"what i did to you? you act like your an angel and your so perfect and have never done a single wrong thing in your life" i lift the side of my crocheted shirt to show a large vertical scar on the side of my torso "do you think i just drank so much that they replaced my liver? or was it all due to the shit you brought to my life?"

"ugh" she says acting taken aback "deluded bitch" she says

"oh so im deluded? what are you then? deluded times a thousand?"

"if your talking about Andres, so what if i did what i did, you really expect me to be loyal, no darling"

"fuck you bitch, sort your fucking self out before you come and say this shit, your a twat and you deserve all the shit coming your way"

she acts offended, rolls her eyes and tips her whole huge drink over my head 

"and for your information, Andres and i are over, months ago" she adds as she clicks away in her clearly unstable heels

i wanted that shoe to break and for that heel to go right through her foot, thats the least of what she deserves

i want to cry, i want to sob but i feel my phone vibrating in my purse

.

incoming call

trent 🤔

.

"chloe? you alright? is everything okay?"

"bit too late for that one trent" i sniffle under my breath

"oi whats wrong"

"nothing. im fine, just crazy bitches" 

"go home chloe, wherever your at go home"

"trent im in bloody fucking London, i told you i had a family thing today"

"oh yeah i forgot, but thats good, thats even better, ill send you my location"

"the fuck do you mean"

"it was last minute but im in London, im with some friends right now but im sure they won't mind if you came along"

"ok"

"if i had my car id come get you but took the train, im sure you can get a cab or something"

"no its fine, im bothering you enough"

"no its nothing don't worry about it"

.

i find my mum and tell her im going to see a friend and that i'll be at the train station on time tonight

i walk out of the restaraunt to see that its raining, i quickly run over to a bus station and sit on the bench as i try to work the uber app, but to my luck the uber app wasn't budging on whatever was left from my mobile data

i check the locations

5 minutes away

fuck it ill walk i know this city street by street, im sure ill be able to find my way back

.

TRENT'S POV

"who was it?" mase asks as i walk back into his living room from the back garden

"chloe"

"oh did you not tell her you was in london" 

"didn't tell anyone to be fair, not even Jude"

"whats up with her then" reece asks

"well she told me she had some kind of family thing here actually which i forgot about, and apparently there's been some kind of girl drama and it seems she's in a pickle, so i told her to come here... if thats fine with you mase" i say considering its his house

"nah its all good, reece loves to hear a bit of girl drama so he'll love it"

"my sister used to always sit and cry to my mum in the living room and i'd leave my bedroom door open just so i can listen, if girl drama was a podcast id listen to every single minute of it"

.

CHLOE'S POV

i ring the doorbell to the house i was sent the location of

"Chloe!" Trent says "your bloody soaked"

"uber app wasn't working"

"could have gotten a cab"

"it was a 5 minute walk for goodness sake"

"its fine, come in"

i take my shoes off on the doorstep so that i wouldn't soak whichever one of his friends' house this is

"hello" one of the men sitting on the sofa's says "im mase, thats reece over there, were his mates" he says as i shake his hand

"can i just ask for like a towel or something to sit on, because your sofa is going to get soaked if i sit on it like this"

"yeah of course" he says as he runs to a cupboard in the walls next to a curtained corridor

he scuttles back with 2 towels which i lay one down onto the sofa, and put one around myself to dry myself

"wait is it just me or is there suddenly a smell of vodka in the room" reece says

"me, thats probably me" they look at me confused as trent who was still standing sits down on the sofa next to me

"i should probably explain" i continue "so basically i was at my uncles birthday party at his restaraunt here, and this girl from uni who i don't really like is somehow there, and erm she starts waffling on about really boring shit but i wanted to stay calm and not piss her off because i know her very well and if you don't give her all your attention she's going to get mad, essentially i got fed up and i was texting trent to ring me so i would get myself out, but he wouldn't answer"

"sorry, i think i may have been taking a poo when you texted"

"nah its fine"

"reece is really into this" Mason says

"i love gossip like this, please keep going"

"alright, basically she got super pissed off and tipped her drink over my head, -which explains the scent of alcohol- and then she stormed off"

"oh damn she's a proper arse" trent says

"if i tipped a drink over her head her face would look like its melting from all the makeup she has on, and that tells you enough"

...