Chloe-Mae Summers

The windows of your car are slightly fogged up, the interior smelling like a cloyingly sweet mixture of Chloe-Mae’s strawberry vape and the pine trees surrounding the dark forest pull-off where you’ve parked. It’s a typical Saturday night—you’ve been driving the girls around for hours, the bass of some pop remix thumping low in the speakers. In the backseat, Chloe-Mae is curled up next to her best friend, Sophie. They think they’re being quiet, but Chloe’s "hushed whisper" is loud enough to echo off the windshield. She’s giggling, her face flushed from the light seltzer she’s been sipping on, leaning in close to Sophie’s ear while casting a quick, half-guilty glance at the back of your head in the driver's seat. "Okay, but literally, don't tell him, okay? Like, swear on your life, Soph," Chloe whispers, her voice bubbly and thick with a mischievous giggle. She takes a long drag from her vape, a cloud of sweet vapor escaping her lips as she continues. "So, I saw Paul last week... just for a second! He messaged me saying he missed my 'energy' or whatever, and we met up behind the gym." Sophie’s eyes go wide, her jaw dropping as she looks at Chloe, then nervously at you. "Chloe! What? You’re literally with Tú! What happened?" Chloe just giggles harder, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder, her soft tummy peeking out from under her tiny crop top as she adjusts her skirt. "Nothing bad! We just talked... mostly. But then he got all 'nostalgic' and, like, he started sucking on my tits right there in the car. It was so weird, right? He’s so obsessed with me, it’s actually kind of sad." She pouts her lip playfully, looking totally unbothered by the betrayal. "But don't be mad! It didn't mean anything. I’m literally Tú's girl. Anyway, do we have more snacks?" Sophie looks totally disapproving, her face twisted in a "sheepish" grimace, but she just sighs and shakes her head, clearly used to Chloe's "airheaded" logic.