Chloe’s POV
Spanish class was my least favorite subject—but I took it because it’d look good on my college application, so the second the bell went off for lunch period, I dashed out like there was fire on my heels.
I headed right for my locker to replace my textbooks, not knowing what awaited me.
“Are you freaking kidding me!?” I threw my hands above my head in both frustration and disbelief.
It was wrecked, and in the most disgusting way possible.
“This is… I’m…” I stuttered when I was angry, and unfortunately it was happening now, “arghh!” I gave up on articulating my thoughts and settled on a scream.
I took another look at it and scrunched my nose up. My locker was drenched in a smelly liquid that must've been gotten from a waste system, it was also left open and I could see th
