Chloe’s Pov

I took an early leave to go home today, from work.

I was so tired. Tired of everything.

My shitty love life, and the fact that Jackson, who I presently liked, thought of us as friends and nothing else.

These were my thoughts as I entered my car, zooming off at high speed. My thoughts drifted to Orange Summers—the only place that I took comfort in.

“Chloe, I see you’re here again?” The bar tender called out, as I dragged a stool, sitting on it. Seemed he was used to my presence so much already.

“Yeah Ray… I want four bottles of beer, please.”

I ordered, bringing my...