BUCK OF ODDS

(CLOE'S POV)

"Val, he's not answering," I collapsed to the couch, feeling uneasy. I know how sensitive Ziggy was about this kind of situation. He may be my boyfriend or not; he was always very protective of me. Seeing me holding Val's naked body will surely put him on edge, and not having any reaction at all is more worrisome.

"Then, so what? Why are you fuckin' worried? Didn't you just break up with him?" Val grunted irritably, took his shirt, and slips it on back to his body. It seems that I'm not just dealing with one sulking man tonight. 

"What are you doing? We are not done with sculptures yet. Take that shirt off and let's finish this project," I demanded.