Chloe’s POV
The tight fabric of my gym shorts clung to my hips unforgivingly, but it was a battle I fought every Friday during gym period. I fixed my high ponytail in the mirror one last time before I dashed out of the locker room and walked towards the gym.
Just before I stepped a foot in, I caught Kyle’s frame from the corner of my eye going in the opposite direction of the gym and fully clad in his uniform. Which only proved that he had no intention of attending class.
“If it isn't the elusive Kyle King,” I called out as I turned to face him.
“Now that I've heard you call my full name, I’d rather not hear you say it any other way when you address me,” he slipped both hands into his pockets but didn't move from the spot he was in.
I shook my head while making my way towards him.
