Chloe’s POV
In two days, I created my own personal hell.
There, the other of the day was wallowing in self pity, stuffing myself with ice cream and chocolate to substitute the bitterness in my life, binge-watching sob movies, singing sad songs while crying, ignoring everyone and barely talking to Kyle, and wearing the same pair of pajamas while neglecting combing my tangled hair.
It was hell, but I’d brought it upon myself so I deserved every bit of the pain I was struggling through. I know it sounds pessimistic as hell but being put on indefinite suspension was just as good as being expelled so I didn't see the point in keeping hope alive.
My life was as good as over, and nothing could change that.
Kyle had been trying to get us to meet up but I assured him that I would only infect
