Los Angeles, 2015.
The blonde woman raised her eyes and looked with a disgusted expression at the elderly man, who was shamelessly staring at her breasts. He understood the young female employee was watching him, but this did not discourage him from observing further. On the contrary. He became more intrusive.
The girl twisted her face in an ironic smile and took the flour in her hand to scoop it on the cash register, but this product gave rise to a risky idea in her mind. She leaned over the counter and firmly approached the man, who looked delighted with her position. Meanwhile, she tore open the paper bag and whispered in his ear:
- Dreadful grandfather.
She boldly lifted it over the customer's head and spilled the entire contents of the product on him. She laughed hysterically as the man tried to shake off the food. He started shouting that the girl would bitterly regret it. He threatened to make her fired, but the blonde totally disregarded his words. She was used to constant change.
- You dared to insult me in front of other customers!!!? - He pierced her with sharp eyes, and when he saw the mocking smile on her face, he couldn't stand it. He walked up to the employee and grabbed her by the collar of her apron. - You are just trash doing a job to survive. I, on the other hand, am someone important," he hissed in her face.
- So that gives you the privilege to shamelessly molest me with your eyes? - She asked him a bold question, and the people who strolled through the store stood still and watched the situation with curiosity.
Squinting fiercely, she pushed his hand away and corrected the crumpled collar of her apron.
No one would jerk her around.
Disregarding the fact that this was a person in office, she clamped her mouth shut and slapped him across the face. Chloe lost her temper too easily, which usually led to trouble. The police station was the second place on the list of public buildings she visited most often. Every policeman there knew her.
*
The blonde crossed her arms over her chest and pouted her lips. The older man gave his testimony, making himself the victim. He lied that Chloe aggressively attacked him. Witnesses sided with the CEO, as one would expect. They were confident that the corporation would reward them soundly.
- I am the victim of harassment! The old prude almost walked face-first into my cleavage. I'm a woman, so I tried to defend myself," she suddenly declared, throwing him a disgusted look.
- You could have handled it more calmly, but I know you well, so you went straight to reckless actions," the policeman stated, at which Chloe raised an eyebrow.
- Are you kidding me? Why should I ask this pervert to stop drooling at the sight of my breasts? It's as if an unattractive woman grabbed you by the crotch! How would you feel? Would you be aroused, Mr. Policeman?
The man blinked his eyelids, not expecting such an answer from her mouth. He knew the girl and knew that she had a sharp tongue, so he sometimes felt embarrassed in her presence.
- How dare you accuse me of such shameful acts, child? It would never have occurred to me to look at your breasts," the chairman interjected, trying to play innocent. - At first glance, I knew you were a simpering girl who caused trouble. Who else could work in a store with such an appearance?
The blonde laughed artificially, feeling a wave of anger coming on. She hated it when someone insulted her and felt like stomping him on a sour apple.
- If you didn't like my appearance, why did you decide to stay in this store and shop? Did you like me before? - she asked straightforwardly. The policeman shifted his gaze to the confused man, who went pale.
- How dare you, you...
- Maybe it's best if you just come to an understanding? - interjected the policeman, looking at the two of them in an investigative manner.
- This girl's behavior is reprehensible, so you should work on her because in time she will come to harm someone," he announced, getting up from his chair.
- Ladies, be careful that you don't end up in the newspapers. - The man took these words as a threat, but before he could react, a policeman alleviated the matter.
- Please do not worry. None of this will happen. I will see to it.
Chloe smiled mischievously as the man left the police station, clearly offended by the attitude of the authorities.
- Are you crazy? Do you know who this man is? He could destroy you!
The blonde made a puffed-up face as the policeman started shouting at her. He did it every time, which slowly began to irritate her. He wasn't her father, so he could lecture her.
- Can I go now? I've been left without a job again, and I have to look for something new starting tomorrow. I don't have a proper education, so it's hard for me, so stop teasing me additionally.
- Am I irritating you? You are twenty-one years old, so I'm trying to talk some sense into you! When are you going to start thinking about the future? Change while you are young because you will regret it later, Chloe.
- For me, there is no future. I just live for the moment. What will be, will be, clear? I came to terms with it a long time ago," she announced, rising from her chair. - This is the life I was meant to live from the beginning," she added as she moved toward the exit. The policeman shook his head and rubbed his forehead when he noticed her vulgar attire. She was wearing leather pants, a sports bra and a black jacket. This was precisely how she provoked men.
The blonde came out of the police station and put her hand in her hair, nervously teasing it. A passing teenage girl looked at her appearance with indignation in her eyes, which further angered the girl. She moved after her, but when the schoolgirl looked over and saw the danger, she sped up her step, wanting to get as far away as possible from the madwoman, who had danger written all over her face.
- Let me just meet you! - she shouted to the distant teenager. She disappeared into the crowd of people, who looked with distaste at Chloe's vulgar outfit. The blonde wasn't concerned about the opinion of others because she wore what she felt best in. The opinion of others did not interest her at all.
It was late evening, so she stopped at a place when a karaoke club caught her attention. She decided to relax and vent her anger in songs she didn't like. She thought pop was for wimps, when it was rock that captured her soul. The sweet melodies reminded her of the silly girls she grew up within the orphanage.
She occupied an empty room, but before she started singing, she drank a large amount of alcohol to help her get through the bland songs.
She took off her jacket and carelessly threw it on the couch. With the remote control, she selected the song she disliked the most, and then began to sing, changing the lyrics to vulgar ones.
As she shouted the offensive words, someone looked in and apologized to her for the mistake. The girl didn't even notice him and sang what came to her tongue, but the young man thought the words were directed at him.
Outraged, he looked inside again, and that's when she spotted him. Wrinkling her eyebrows, she lowered the microphone and turned off the song with the remote control.
- What do you want? - She asked rudely, measuring him with her eyes.
- You just sang that I'm a sucker to fall," he said, and she laughed out loud.
- I made up the lyrics of the song, so it wasn't to you. Come out, I want to be left alone. Don't disturb me," she said, with a movement of her hand, ordering him to leave the room.
- What a vulgar woman. Repulsive," he stated with distaste. - Lack of any elegance.
- Did I ask you to express an opinion about my appearance? I don't have to like you, dolt! - shouted frustrated and threw the microphone, from which a sound unpleasant to the ears came out.
- Should I report to the management of the premises that you are spoiling their equipment?
The blonde clenched her teeth in anger and wanted to jump at him, but the young man slammed the door in her face. Like a child, he grabbed the handle, not allowing the girl to leave the room.
- James, how good to see you! You gave me the wrong door number. I accidentally entered some aggressive madwoman who wants to tear me apart. She is strong, so help me!
- Who is this woman?
- I don't know, but she attacked me for no reason. She is some kind of madwoman. Don't let her leave," warned his friend as he replaced him.
- Chris, I know you and I guess that you said something nasty to her. She attacked you for a reason," James stated. He was increasingly frightened by the girl's strength. He got the impression that any moment, and she would manage to get out of there.
- She was the one who insulted me. I only admitted that she was vulgar," he said, shrugging his shoulders. James shook his head, well aware that there was another meaning hidden in those words.
For a moment, he was distracted by his friend, which Chloe took advantage of. She opened the door and, disregarding the fact that she had grabbed an innocent person, aggressively grabbed him by the hair and dragged him inside.
Chris, who stayed outside, opened his eyes wider and covered his mouth with his hand when he heard his friend's shrill scream.
- Maybe you'll finally experience some fun," he muttered under his breath, and then fled to the room where his company's employees were staying.
The young man moved a safe distance away from the aggressive girl, who fulminated at him with her eyes. He was overwhelmed with terror that he had lost half his hair. She tugged at him so hard that he was sure she had torn out several strands.
Measuring one meter fifty-eight, the blonde with short hair and big blue eyes was a volcano of anger.
- Calm down, please," he replied softly, stretching his arms out in front of him in case she suddenly wanted to attack him. - Let's talk calmly.
- Who are you? Where is the asshole who insulted me? - Her face emanated strong anger, and her heavily painted eyes and black outfit made her look dangerous.
- I think there was a mistake. My friend certainly did not mean to offend you. Let's clear it up, shall we? - He tried to calm her down, but the girl was not going to let go so easily. James noticed that she drank too much alcohol, and for that reason, she was aggressive.
- You are defending him! - she yelled, at which he clung to the wall, watching her with frightened eyes as she moved on him with her hand raised.
- I'm trying to explain to you that this is how he picks up girls. It's his unusual way, which I've repeatedly asked him to change," he quipped on the spot, hoping she would believe him.
The blonde lowered her hand and looked carefully at the young man. She noticed that he was chic and elegant, probably coming from a good home. At a glance, he was one meter eighty, built but not exaggerated, as his figure was slim; he had short black hair and large brown eyes, and what was most striking about his handsome face was his full lips, which looked as if they had been sculpted.
- A hookup? Are you making fun of me too! - She exploded again when she realized that the man there definitely did not intend to seduce her. - He said I was repulsive!
James clenched his eyelids because he could guess that Chris had said something inappropriate to her.
He opened his eyes when he felt a strong pain in the shoulder area. The girl unexpectedly slapped him, thinking he had arranged a mockery of her. He wanted to alleviate the matter, and came out even worse.
When she wanted to attack him again, this time he did not allow her to do so and grabbed her arms, preventing her from striking. He noticed that she was getting her legs ready, so he grabbed her from behind and lifted her up.
She was throwing herself, billowing her legs and doing everything to make him let her go, but James still tried to calm her down.
- Believe me, you will not solve anything with such behavior. It can only destroy you," he said in her ear, and then she came to her senses. She blinked her eyelids when she felt his warm hand on her stomach.
He set it down on the floor and moved away, heading for the exit. The girl raised her face. Before he left, he turned to her.
- Don't let bad decisions weigh on your happiness. - After these words, he left the room, and Chloe squinted.
Why did he tell her this?
*
She drunkenly crawled out of the club. Walking down the middle of the sidewalk with her hands raised, she sang songs. She bumped into people, not paying attention to their wry stares. Someone drew her attention, but the girl, instead of apologizing, became agitated that anyone dared to raise their voice at her.
She momentarily lost her balance and, to keep from falling, grabbed the girl walking in front of her by her long braid. Unfortunately, it turned out to be attached, and she flew backwards along with the fake hair.
She groaned when she felt that she had bruised her bottom. She lifted her hand up and with a semi-conscious look looked at the hair she had plucked from the stranger. Furthermore, she laughed out loud, thinking it was quite funny.
Unfortunately, the teenage girl did not look happy, and her boyfriend was shocked by the sight. He thought that his girlfriend had such beautiful hair by nature, and it turned out to be artificial.
- You idiot. Do you think it's funny? - she shouted, snatching the braid from her hand. - You made me laugh!
- It's better that he found out now than later because he looks heartbroken," Chloe stated with a smile on her face. The teenager looked at the boy with a contrite face, and when he backed off, then she couldn't stand it. The blonde most simply ran away, and she felt like killing the older girl who had ruined her date.
- Do you know how long I collected for this hair? I did it just to make him pay attention to me!
- You're naive," Chloe replied, sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. Passing people looked at her strangely, something she had become accustomed to. - Why cling to someone by force if he doesn't like you for what you are? Besides, love is not there. It's just an illusion, and when people understand this, then they part in hatred. In a relationship, there is only quarreling, sex and more quarreling. - She calculated on her fingers, lifting her face and looking at the teenager.
James, who was driving down the street, stopped at the side of the road when he saw the blonde sitting on the sidewalk. He opened the window and laughed when he noticed that the girl was fiercely trying to explain something.
He put his hand to his mouth to avoid waking up his drunken co-workers, who were asleep in the back seat. However, he couldn't hold back a giggle when Chloe decided to stand up. She bent in every way and eventually fell down. She lay like that for a good dozen minutes, until the girl accompanying her took pity on her and helped her up.
- It's been eight years since I last saw you," he whispered quietly, correcting her thong bracelet. - You were a child then, but you still wear it. You didn't take it off.
- What are you mumbling under your breath?
He looked back when he heard Isabelle awake. The girl rubbed her eyes and glanced sideways when she felt someone holding her head on her shoulder. She pushed Chris away from her, who slumped against the other side of the car.
- Are you awake? I thought you were worse drunk," James announced, glancing in the rearview mirror.
- Why are we standing still?
- I thought someone needed help, but never mind," he replied, glancing toward the giggling blonde. Before he moved off, Isabelle followed his gaze and looked carefully at the drunk girl. She squinted, clearly displeased with the director's interest.
Who was this blonde girl? Did James know her?