 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe tried not to notice the frown. That always got to her way more than any kind of flirting did.
She was immune to flirting.
Even when Bentley was very close. He had closed the gap between them and was leering down at her with those dumb, stupid, every-word-that-meant-dumb-dimples in his attempt to, she guessed, make her weak in the knees.
The Ravenclaw leaned up and kissed Bentley on the cheek, "Nice try, Moore. But I know all your tricks." In fact, she had been on the receiving end of every trick he had ever tried out, she thought offhandedly.
His dimples were fine but...that wasn't his best smile. She liked another one he kept in his back pocket that had always felt just for her a lot better. The dimples were a calling card, same as his eyes.
Not the special parts of her ex. Those he kept locked somewhere deep down underneath all of the hurt she'd served him.
And there was a lot of hurt to shuffle through between the pair of them.
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