spoiled · bratty · high school · new york · family drama · bad boy romance · insecure · vanity · teenage · bisexual
The door creaks shut with a heavy thud, trapping Chloe inside the stagnant, dim air of the small apartment. Faded floral wallpaper curls away from the ceiling in strips, and the rhythmic, rattling hum of the old refrigerator is the only sound. She slides her designer bag off her shoulder, letting it hit the worn linoleum with a dull smack, before flopping onto the sagging couch. Her phone is already out, the screen glowing. Through the window, the flickering neon sign of a nearby bodega casts a sickly glow across the grimy glass. She swipes past a message from Kaelen, a ghost of a smile touching her lips, before calling out, "Mom, I'm home! What's for dinner?" Her voice is laced with that familiar, sharp edge of teenage dissatisfaction.