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Naturist Fiction 'Chloe, In Confidence' Part 1.
| This is a single author story, which is now complete. August was drawing to a close and Chloe Evesham reflected sadly on the two weeks, two of the happiest and sunniest weeks of the year, spent at a naturist resort in the Bordeaux region of western France. The twelve year-old had been going there every year for as long as she could remember, together with her little brother and parents. She had made good friends here, who were splashing around in the pool, nearby, but it was almost time to leave them again. “Chloe! Time for lunch.” her father called from the loungers at the pool side. Her mother had evidently gone ahead to prepare the food, so Chloe couldn’t delay following. She rolled over from the inflatable she was on and splashed into the pool in a rather undignified manner. Grabbing the inflatable, she said goodbye to her friends and waded to the pool steps. There was no need for a towel, the sun and air would dry her as she ran after her dad who, together with nine year-old Robert, had already gathered their stuff together and was marching off in the direction of their rented chalet. On reaching the chalet, Chloe, Mark and Robert immediately seated themselves at the long picnic table, situated on the terrace. Chloe’s grandparents, who had been staying for the whole month, helped their daughter, Susan, bring the lunch to the table and they began to pass out the sandwiches, fruit and cold drinks. They were continuing a conversation that Mark and the kids had missed the beginning of. Susan carried a bowl of mixed salad and let everyone take their selection, before sitting down to her own lunch. “Yes, it was a pity about R.F. Beth said he just couldn’t stay on with things as they were. “, said George, “Pity, he’s a nice lad. It’s just a shame for him to lose all his friends because of someone else. Anne was okay, of course, she was about to leave anyway, so it didn’t affect her. I can tell you, Mike and Beth were most disappointed in Anne’s thoughtlessness. “ “R.F?” Chloe questioned. She had only been hearing about the family that had stayed for the two weeks prior to their arrival from her parents for the past three years, and had forgotten what R.F. stood for. “Yes, R.F. stands for Robert Falcon, after the famous polar explorer. They use ‘R.F.’ as a kind of nickname. I’m sure I’ve told you.” Muriel, Chloe’ grandmother, replied. Chloe hadn’t previously taken an interest in old explorers, and the reference meant nothing to her. It just struck her that Robert was a good first name, as given to her younger brother, and Falcon was way cool, so why someone should use a nickname was beyond her. Chloe had also heard her grandparents’ stories of the family that they had made friends with, and regretted that she had never met them. It would have been nice to have had other English kids to play with whilst at the camp, especially since she knew R.F. was about the same age as her, and the family lived in another part of Greater Manchester, so wouldn’t have been too far away. The French and German kids that stayed at the resort were great, and Chloe took the opportunity to practice her language skills and learn new phrases, but a friend from England, even the same region, would have been wonderful. Lunch was soon over, with Robert chattering aimlessly about his exploits at the pool, and the preparations for departure the following day began. There wasn’t much to pack for a naturist family, but there were a few clothes for day trips outside the camp, towels and all but the essential toiletries to stow in the car. Susan made sure Mark and the kids had clothes and shoes laid out for the long car journey, and packed the cool box with food stuffs for lunch on route, although she’d leave preparing the sandwiches until the next morning. Mark and Chloe kept Robert entertained by making a game out of tracking down all the toys and packing them away. As was tradition on their annual trip, the evening meal was taken at the on-site restaurant, still without clothing. The air retained much of its warmth until well after sundown, so it was always quite comfortable. The family also took the opportunity to say their last goodbyes to some of the good friends they had made over the years. Mark’s French wasn’t too fluent, but everyone seems to know what everyone else was saying, with the hand gestures and smiles. Chloe, on the other hand, was quite the conversationalist, even if her French was outclassed by the English skills of the French, Dutch and German kids. Robert had only grasped the rudimentary phrases, so Chloe helped him where needed. Time soon ran out and the Eveshams and grandparents sauntered slowly and sadly back to the chalet and turned in for the night. Chloe was out like a light, only moments after snuggling down under the duvet. | |
| Chloe awoke to daylight, accompanied by the sound of her father banging the frying pan with a wooden spoon. Robert sat up, blinking wearily, and looked slightly down-cast. Chloe took his right hand in hers, persuaded him out of bed and, with her left hand in the middle of his back, propelled him forward, out of the door into the open-plan living area. The table was set for breakfast, and their parents were already waiting. George and Muriel, who were slowing slightly in their advancing years, shuffled in just a few minutes later. It had to be a slick operation, to be fed, have the pots washed, dried and put away, pack the final essential items, dress, hand the keys in at reception and get out on the road ahead of eight a.m. Their timing was only slightly upset when both of Chloe’s poolside friends made an unexpected, last minute visit to reinforce their fond farewells. After a few tearful hugs and promises to stay in touch, it was into the car and off on route, with Chloe staring wistfully out of the rear window until the resort had disappeared behind them. … Thursday the second of September: the first day of year eight for Chloe and her class mates. She and her best friend, Jess had been watching the new year 7 pupils arrive, wondering if they themselves had ever been that small. Chloe was still tired from the drive back from her family holiday. It felt like they had crossed a major part of Europe in just two days. Jess had been staying with her dad the previous fortnight and she was glad to return to her mum’s, where she felt that she could be herself. The bell rang to signal the start of school, so the two friends separated to go to their respective form rooms. A new year and a new form tutor. The form came to order and set themselves in their seats as Mr. Cole, an English teacher, entered with the register. He was followed by a dark haired lad, with a strong jaw line and pleasantly featured face, standing around 1.60 metres. Was this a new pupil? The class as a whole fixed their eyes on the boy. He was slender, upright, and carried a rucksack over one shoulder, with a mountain bike helmet strapped to the outer webbing. “Mr. Jacobs”, began Mr Cole, “is that seat next to you reserved, or is your bag just getting comfortable?” Andrew Jacobs removed his bag, and Mr Cole motioned the new boy to take the seat. All eyes followed. The new boy just nodded to Andrew, placed his rucksack under the desk, and sat down. Mr Cole ran through the register, with an audible pause when he reached ‘L’ in the list of boys. The register completed, Mr Cole addressed the new boy. “Now then, it’s Scott, isn’t it? Stand up please, and give us the potted history.” The boy stood, glanced around and began. His name was Scott Lowry. His birthday was at the end of that month, meaning he was just about to turn thirteen. His family had just moved because his mum had taken a new job. His dad was an architect, and worked in Manchester. He had an elder sister, who had just started at the local sixth form college. He wasn’t a big football fan, but kind of liked Manchester City. That was all that Chloe took in, as she was paying too much attention to the boy’s face. It held a tan that was even and solid, without fade to the eyelids. It was also a deep brown, without any sign of redness. Nobody else in the class had such an even tan, most were either pasty faced, faded, lined or burned. Her own tan wasn’t even as deep as his, and she had just spent two weeks in the sun at a French naturist resort, but she had to be very careful, being of fair complexion. The first lesson of the day was French. Chloe loved French. She was in the top set and left everyone else in her wake. It was one of the rare classes in which she was separated from Jess, since Jess wasn’t up to first set standard. This year, the first set were getting a teacher whose native tongue was French, so Chloe hoped that she could take the opportunity to stretch her vocabulary. As with every class at the beginning of a new year, time had to be spent passing out new text and exercise books. The teacher also wanted them seated in order of their attainment in last year’s tests. Whilst this was going on they were interrupted by the Head of Languages, with the new boy in tow. The Head had a quiet word with the teacher, Monsieur Claveyrolat, who turned to the boy and had a few words of his own, and then directed the boy to join Chloe at the back of the class. “Excuse me.” the boy said, as he prepared to pass behind Chloe. Chloe hitched up her chair to allow him to pass. “Scott.” he offered. “Chloe, I know, you’re in my form.” Chloe replied, trying hard not to fixate on his tan any longer. “Sorry, there are so many new faces. I’ll get to grips with it soon enough,” he said, looking at Chloe. He held his gaze for a while, until Chloe turned and met his eyes. He was staring, and he knew it. “Was there something else?” Chloe asked. “No. Sorry. I was just tying the name to the face.” Scott responded, tearing himself away. “Yeah, right,” thought Chloe, “I caught you checking me out!” Scott had missed the book hand-out, so the teacher gathered a set and passed them over. Scott thanked him, in French, without accent. “Flash devil.” thought Chloe. | |
| “So”, said Monsieur Claveyrolat, with his heavy French accent, “as I explained to Monsieur Lowry, for all the year, when in this class we are in France, so we speak French. No English.” Chloe just knew this was going to be a good year. There was the challenge of speaking in French the whole time and, if the fact that Scott was sat beyond her correctly indicated his language skills, she finally had someone to compete with. Funnily enough, the next lesson was English, and the exercise of passing out books began again. This time Jess was reunited with Chloe, in the first set, which was being taught by the Head of English, Mrs Browning. Again, Scott was there. The task for that morning was to start the almost inevitable essay on the holidays that had just past. Mrs Browning wanted correct punctuation and plenty of description of people and places, with a good smattering of similes and metaphors, and it had to be completed for homework. This took them to the morning break without pause. Chloe and Jess took their usual position in the playground, which they had practically reserved from last year. “That new lad in English, he’s in the same form as me.” began Chloe. “His name’s Scott, and he has one wicked tan.” Chloe went into great detail over what she saw and thought. “Wow, you have been watching him, haven’t you? Was it lurve at first sight?” teased Jess. “Give over, or you won’t be coming over to sunbathe anymore.” said Chloe, pushing Jess. “Scott and Chloe sitting in a tree, K, I, S, S, I, N, G.”, Jess almost sang. “Okay, okay. I must admit...., he is kinda good looking,” Chloe knew she’d turned a slight shade of red. “but he’s so up himself, and he was giving me the eye, with me right there as well.” “Oh, like you hadn’t been checking him out before?” Jess questioned. Chloe had to concede that point. Jess knew Chloe wouldn’t, and even couldn’t, execute the threat to stop her from coming over. Jess’s mother was Chloe’s mother’s best friend through university, and the invitation to sunbathe nude in the privacy of their back garden on warm weekends was extended to Jess’s mother by Chloe’s. As if any further tie was needed to bind Jess and Chloe together, they were each given the other’s mother’s Christian name as their second name, so it was Chloe Jennifer Evesham and Jessica Susan Banks, with Jess being the elder by two months. Chloe’s dad even referred to them as ‘the terrible twins’, although, in reality, there was nothing terrible about them, and they looked nothing alike. They were bright, amiable and keen in class. Chloe often referred to Jess as her evil twin, but that was down to Jess’s colouration. Whereas Chloe was naturally of light complexion, with her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, Jess was darker, with raven black hair, which fell to the middle of her back. Chloe often caught herself being envious of Jess’s ability to take on a tan without the hint of redness, although Jess didn’t have the opportunities that Chloe had. Home time soon came, and Chloe caught the bus towards Edenfield. She waved goodbye to Jess, whose short walk took her to one of the terraced houses out on the main road. Once she reached the end of her bus journey Chloe faced a bit of a walk of her own, out to where larger detached houses stood isolated on the edge of the open moorland. The isolation suited her family as it gave them the large, private garden in which they could live and sunbathe without the need for clothes. Opening the front door she noticed that the small picture of flowers in a vase was reversed against the wall. This was a secret signal to indicate that there were no visitors present. Breathing a sigh of relief, Chloe entered the living room and began to undress. She could hear her mother humming to herself out on the patio, through the dining room. No doubt her mother would have been in the Jacuzzi, situated in the secluded garden, for a good hour, and Robert would be running around somewhere. Chloe slipped her bra from her shoulders, tossed it onto the pile of clothes, and headed out of the patio doors to join her mother in the spa bath. Susan wrapped Chloe in a firm and warm embrace as she entered the water, which Chloe returned, with a kiss to her mother’s cheek. “How was your first day back at school?” Susan asked. “Great! We’ve got a new French teacher, Monsieur Claveyrolat, and French lessons will be taken entirely in French. We also have a new boy in my form, and I think that he might be as good at French as I am, if not better. It will be good to have someone to compete with.” Chloe continued with the rest of the day’s happenings, from Jess’s dislike at having to waste good tanning time dressed when with her dad, to the Design class exercise for a water carrying vehicle. Tomorrow would be more of a chore for Chloe, with Physics, Physical Education and Religious Studies. As the days passed and school life settled into its regular rhythm, it became quite obvious to Chloe that she liked Scott, as did his growing band of friends. He was quick witted and funny, but he steered clear of the sexist jokes that other boys seemed all to ready to split their sides over. He was always ready with a positive comment and a smile; a smile for everyone that Chloe wished it was just for her. They were both assigned extra work in French, outside the year’s curriculum, and they took full advantage to talk off topic and get to know one another. | |
| The Games lesson for year eight was the last two periods on a Tuesday, and the inter-house five-a-side football tournament took place in the first week in October, with the whole year eight student body gathered in the sports hall. The girls had been excused Games that week so that they could cheer on the boys from their house. With two teams on the pitch, with all members dressed in identical white gym kit, the only way to tell them apart was to have one team play without their singlet vests, as the “skins” team. Kay house played Hoyle first, with Hoyle stuffing Kay five goals to three. Peel versus Grant was the next fixture, with Peel losing the coin toss and having to play as skins. Jess nudged Chloe, and pointed to Scott who, as a member of Peel house, was playing topless. Chloe almost gasped as she saw that it wasn’t just Scott’s face and hands that were so tanned, it was his legs, arms and the whole of his torso. Furthermore, just as with his eyelids, Scott had no shading of his underarms or torso. A thought occurred to Chloe, this care in tanning was only ever taken by naturists. She discounted the possibility that it was a spray-on tan, it was too consistent, and boys didn’t do that kind of thing anyway, did they? Still, Chloe knew she shouldn’t risk talking to Scott about it in case it backfired on her, but that wouldn’t stop her from talking to Jess, as soon as they were alone together. There was something else that Chloe notice about Scott. Although she knew he was fairly slim, now that she could see him in his gym kit she could appreciate how toned he was for a boy of thirteen. His facial features were sharply defined, there was no hint of puppy fat over his belly and the muscle tone of his legs could be said to be athletic. She was so wrapped up in this chain of thought that Chloe nearly missed Scott hammering one past the Grant goal keeper. In the end, though, Grant shaded the win with two goals to Peel’s one. That week it was Peel’s turn to take the first sitting at lunch, and on Wednesday lunch time Scott had been sat with some of his house mates, but only one remained with him in the dining hall as Chloe and Jess set their lunch trays down at the same table. They exchanged nods, rather than breaking into Scott’s conversation, but the conversation was over anyway, and Scott’s friend left him to his dessert. Jess had a mischievous glint in her eye, and Chloe knew this could mean trouble. Before Chloe could silence her friend, Jess piped up, “So, Scott, your suntan? Does it meet in the middle?” Scott caught his breath for a second, choked on the summer pudding, and was forced to take a drink of water to recover. As he slowly reached for his beaker there was a tremor in his hand. He remain silent, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. “Jess, I told you not to say anything,” said Chloe. “Scott, I’m sorry, she’s only joking.” But nothing was getting through to Scott. He abandoned his tray where it was, rose unsteadily and exited the dining hall. “Well, I didn’t expect that reaction,” said Jess, starring after Scott. “No,” Chloe replied, “it looks like you hit a sore point there.” Scott wasn’t to be found when afternoon registration was called. Mr. Cole asked if anyone knew what had happened to him, but all that was known was that Andrew Jacobs had seen him heading to the boys’ toilets, towards the end of lunch time. French was next, and still no Scott, so Chloe was left to work on her own. Part way through the lesson, Mr. Cole entered and had a quick word with Monsieur Claveyrolat, who looked concerned, nodded, and got back to teaching the class. Now Chloe was worried, and there was no way that she’d know what had caused Scott to bolt. Thursday and Friday were no-shows for Scott as well. There were stories about an ambulance being called on the Wednesday, and that some kid had collapsed in the toilets and had to be taken to hospital. Chloe realised that it must have been Scott. When he did reappear on the Monday morning, he refused to enlighten anyone as to what had happened, and he really was quite defensive about it. Something had changed in him too, and he no longer showed that easy smile. As the weeks passed, Chloe noticed that Scott’s grades started to slip. It first became evident to her that he wasn’t even trying in French any more. It wasn’t just academically that things were going wrong. Scott had stopped engaging on a social level, as well. It wasn’t just with Chloe and Jess, either, it was with everyone. He still attended, but he was always on the verge of being late, always appearing just as registration was being called, probably in an attempt to avoid contact. | |
| The third Wednesday in November was the Parent, Teacher Association night, so Susan, being a parent member, would be too busy to prepare an evening meal. Therefore, each time there was a meeting Chloe would accompany Jess on the short walk to Jess’s house, and Jenny would look after her for the evening. The terrace house was straight off the pavement, so Jenny closed the curtains and switched the lights on before allowing the girls to go nude. Although the front window was now covered, Chloe and Jess still went to the dining room at the rear of the property to study, so that they could avoid any unexpected visitors, especially Jess’s dad. Jenny also disrobed, and prepared dinner. It was 7:30 when Mark came to fetch Chloe, in the car. They then made a short detour to pick Robert up from his friend’s house, before heading home. Chloe had already completed her homework, so opted to spend the time before her mum returned writing to her holiday friends with news of everything that had happened in the last couple of months. Mark was to have given Robert a bath before bedtime, but, seeing as he had the need for a shower himself, opted to share a shower with Robert in the large spa shower enclosure. It was 9:30 by the time Susan was dropped off home after the meeting. Susan had some news for Chloe, and called her into the kitchen. “You know how you were wondering about what happened to Scott last month?” Susan asked. Chloe just nodded. “Well, Beth, Scott’s mother joined the PTA not long after Scott joined the school. We’ve been getting to know each other a bit, and chatting. Now, I really shouldn’t tell you this, so you must keep it in the strictest of confidence, but that afternoon when you said Scott disappeared, he had a panic attack. Beth said he was in a state for the next few days, and he had to be talked into returning to school on the Monday. Whatever triggered the attack, it must be a deep-rooted fear.” Chloe had already confided in her mum about Jess’s harmless tease about Scott’s tan, and wondered how something so innocent could cause such a reaction. Was this what had turned Scott from the happy, genial boy into the recluse? Whatever the reason, Scott was suffering in silence and Chloe wanted to help, but he just wouldn’t let anyone in. Chloe had a long and, as it turned out, sleepless night to think it over. Thursday arrived, and what sleep Chloe had didn’t help. Scott had always seemed to be a boy of strong character, but now his emotions were just shattered glass. Chloe knew she and Jess had to take responsibility for this, but what had they done? When Chloe arrived at school she could neither recall what she had for breakfast, nor say whether the bus was on time or not. She was that distracted. Jess knew something was out of place, but Chloe hesitated, wondering if the promise she had given her mum should exclude Jess as well. “Jess, we’ve got to do something about Scott.” Chloe said. “I can’t help thinking that it was us that pushed him over the edge, with asking him about his suntan. His mum said he suffered a panic attack that afternoon, and I think we triggered it.” Jess knew that the comment was hers alone, but Chloe was good enough to bear the blame with her. “What do you want us to do?” “Oh Jess, I don’t know. We can’t push him, or we’ll probably cause more damage. I just want him to know that we’ll be there for him.” Scott, of course, was nowhere to be seen ahead of morning registration, so it was morning break before Chloe and Jess caught up with him. He was sat, alone, up against the wall of the science block, with a text book in hand. From his body language, he might as well have put up a barrier and keep out signs. Chloe and Jess agreed that Chloe should do the talking. They approached Scott directly, and sat down next to him in close contact, each taking a side. Scott’s body stiffened as his personal space was invaded. He took a sharp intake of breath, and shot a hard glance at both of the girls in turn. It would take some effort to free himself, and it would be easy for the girls just to hold him back, but they weren’t doing so. Scott just waited. “Scott.” began Chloe. He didn’t respond. “Scott, I don’t know what to say or how to say it. Oh, Scott, I just want my friend back.” Chloe’s voice cracked. “There is something that you’re not telling us, something that’s causing you pain.” Scott flinched, and Chloe saw the panicked expression that flashed across his face. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” reassured Chloe, taking Scott’s left hand in her right, and pinning it to his knee, “you don’t have to tell us. We just want you to know that we,” Chloe nodded towards Jess, “are here for you. Whatever you say is just between us, forever. Please say something, even if it’s just to say that you can’t tell us what the problem is.” Scott breathed deeply for a moment or two, as Chloe’s words sank in. Chloe thought that she hadn’t got through to him, but slowly Scott relaxed and he turned his left hand over to hold the hand that Chloe had over it, and offered the other to Jess, over at his right knee. Chloe and Jess waited. | |
| “I..., I can’t tell you what it is.” Scott eventually said. “I’d love to tell you, to let you know, but it’s something I just can’t share.” Scott concluded. With that the bell rang for the second phase of morning lessons. The trio stood up, and before Chloe let Scott go she gave him a hesitant hug for comfort, not quite knowing how it would be received. At afternoon registration Chloe was surprised to see that Scott was in on time, but he remained distant. Chloe knew that she and Jess had reached him, and was impatient to see what changes came about. When Chloe arrived home that afternoon, Susan was struck by the change in her demeanour from breakfast time. Chloe undressed quickly, happily set about helping her mother strip the bedding for laundering, and told Susan all about how she and Jess had straightened things out with Scott. Susan could have been upset that Chloe had let Jess in on the confidence, but there were no secrets between Chloe and Jess, and that wasn’t about to change. Susan was more worried that Chloe and Jess had taken it upon themselves to act as councillors, and talk to Scott. Chloe was probably right that since Scott didn’t react badly immediately, and had even spoken to them, it would be alright. But Susan thought it was too much of a risk, and found herself regretting having told Chloe the news. Friday morning registration saw a marked improvement from Scott. He was there, in place, before Chloe entered the form room. She almost stared at him as she moved to her desk. He looked up, their eyes met, and he smiled. This was a smile that was just for her, she was sure, but she wasn’t certain of its meaning. Chloe was practically dancing on air that evening, when she told her mother of Scott’s smile. It took a few months, but gradually Chloe saw that Scott’s homework marks began to improve for the classes that they shared, and once again she had a rival for the top spot in French. Although Scott was friendly towards her and Jess, Chloe did see that he maintained the distance that he had placed between himself and everyone else, so there was still something that needed to be done, but not right then. Come Chloe’s birthday in early April, she found a card in her bag, from Scott. It was evident that the card was intended for someone special. Chloe had her friend back; yes, he had a secret, but that always was the case. However, now Chloe knew about it. One day, Scott would let her in on that confidence, and she knew that she wouldn’t betray it. One day, she would let him in on her confidence. Until then, she knew that she liked the enigma that was Scott Lowry, and he liked her. “Urrgghh!”, Chloe thought to herself as she entered the schools gates. It was the start of July, and the tests to determine next year’s academic sets were upon them. Chloe was confident that she’d get to study Spanish next year; there was no way she was going to flunk French. This would set her up nicely for her intended career in travel and tourism. “Hey, Chloe,” It was Scott, pulling up rapidly on his mountain bike, “you ready for this?” he enquired, dismounting to walk alongside Chloe. “Me, yeah, all set. But what about you? You know you had me and Jess worried when you dropped sets in a couple of classes at Christmas.” “That was then. This is now.” Scott announced, as he removed his helmet. He then continued, slowly, “Look, I have to thank you and Jess for having my back. I know my reaction to Jess’s comment was irrational, and it’s still something I can’t discuss, but knowing that it went no further means a lot to me.” “You’re welcome,” said Chloe, “and maybe one day I’ll have a secret that is worth trading.” Chloe liked Scott. He was warm to her, and to Jess for that matter. She just wished he’d put his arm around her. Chloe and Jess had continued their ‘Scott watching’ from November, and Chloe regretted that Scott’s superb tan faded, only to be replaced by a light tan that finished above the knees and just below the shoulder. His face was also lined with what was evidently the shadow of cycle helmet straps and sunglasses. Chloe was sad that Scott had taken absolutely no care over this tan, although he hadn’t burned on the few days that it was hot enough. Still, it was no naturist’s tan. The two weeks of testing passed with the trio of Chloe, Jess and Scott comparing notes on how they were doing. They were often joined by other class mates, who variously complained or trumpeted their own performance in one exam or another. It appeared to Chloe that, as they were talking, Scott was losing his defensive shell, and opening up to everyone again. Jess had noticed too, and shot a confirming glance and smile at Chloe, who knew just what it meant. Come the last day and the posting of the results, Scott had regained his place in the top sets for Physics and Chemistry, and had held on to everything else. Chloe had everything she wanted, but Jess still hadn’t made the top set for French. Scott and Chloe commiserated with Jess on that, but she still had the good results in Geography and History. | |
| School let out early for the summer holidays. Chloe and Jess were going to take the bus ride to Chloe’s house, as Jess’s mother was working. Scott regretted that he was heading in the opposite direction. Anyway, he was on his bike, and Chloe had kind of indicated that it was a girls-only invite. Chloe was surprised that Scott didn’t pry a little on that suggestion, but he just accepted it at face value. Chloe was again surprised when it was time for her and Jess to part company with Scott, as Scott lent forward and gave each of them a firm hug as his parting gesture, wishing them both a good time on their holidays. With that Scott swung his rucksack over his shoulders, pushed on the pedals, and was gone. End of episode two. |
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