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Abby?”
    She rolled her eyes dramatically. “And your name’s Hunter?” she asked skeptically.
    I shook my head. “Are you new—to this school, I mean?”
    “No.”
    “Then how the hell do you not know who I am?”
    She laughed. “Are you some kind of god who I should bow down to?”
    “No.” But then I replayed my words in my head—I sounded like a dick. I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant.”
    “Sure.” Amusement filled her eyes. I wanted to laugh with her, but she suddenly grew serious and took a step back.
    Then the worst thing that could possibly happen happened.
    “Babe!” Hannah shouted.
    “Fuck.”
    She was at my side instantly. “I was hoping to catch up with you before you left.” She rose up on her toes and kissed my cheek.
    Every single part of my body tensed.
    I didn’t want her there. I didn’t want Abby—or whatever her name was—to see us together. Not like this.
    “Hey . . .” Hannah cooed. She was talking to Not Abby. “You’re in my gym class, right?”
    She nodded.
    “Chloe, is it?”
    She chewed her lip and then nodded once.
    Chloe.
    Her eyes met mine—conveying an emotion I couldn’t decipher. And then she turned, leaned over the back door of her car, and reached for something. She held my letterman jacket out to Hannah. “I spilled soda on your boyfriend’s jacket, and I offered to dry-clean it; he was just asking for it back.”
    “Oh,” Hannah said quietly, taking it from her hands.
    I stood there frozen, not knowing what to say or do. Then Hannah’s fingernails dug into my forearms, and she turned me to face her. My eyes never left Chloe. Not until the wrong pair of lips brushed against mine, and her tongue invaded my mouth.
    Then I heard a car start.
    Pushing Hannah away, I spun around, but Chloe was already hauling ass out of there. I turned back to Hannah. “This game’s getting a little old, don’t you think?”
    She shrugged, examined her nails, and muttered, “Call me,” before spinning on her heels and walking away.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Chloe
    It wasn’t like I was going to be late for my first day of work at the bowling alley, but I had wanted to arrive early and make a good impression. I hadn’t expected Hunter to come chasing after me at school. In fact, I had expected exactly what I’d gotten from him over the last four years—nothing.
    I rushed to change into the uniform that Josh, the guy who was training me, had handed me. They came in only one size: whore.
    It was a tight fit, especially across my chest, and the top ended just below my belly button, leaving about an inch of skin between it and the band of my jeans. I’d be sure to order a larger size for my next shift.
    I’d be working at the snack bar, which was perfect for me. I liked mundane, monotonous-type jobs that never led anywhere.
    “Perfect,” Josh said, eyeing me up and down as I made my way to my post. I hadn’t decided if the guy was a complete sleaze or just an idiot. He looked to be around my age, but he told me he worked full-time, which meant that he was either older, or hadn’t cared much for high school and had dropped out.
    “I’ll have to order a larger size,” I told him.
    “Or . . .” He paused and lifted the counter door for me. “You could keep it and make four times the tips.”
    “And compromise my soul?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be okay. Thank you for the suggestion, though.”
    He shrugged and led me through a doorway into the kitchen prep area and then to a separate storeroom that was reserved for staff. He told me I could keep my stuff there. Back in the snack bar, he began to show me the equipment. Just as he was about to demonstrate how to operate the coffee machine, a voice interrupted us. “Yo, Josh.”
    I froze.
    I didn’t even have to see him to know who it was. Slowly, I turned around and faced him. Blake/Hunter’s eyes practically fell out of his head when he saw me. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Next to me,