"I doubt any of his male friends give a damn about how the girls of his past acted," she admitted. "So long as they had tits and legs it likely didn't matter." Chloe didn't want to think about his exes anyway. "Doesn't matter," she told Darcy with a slight shrug. "He's mine now so they can all jump off a cliff. Preferably together all at one time so I don't have to think about any of them with their hands down his pants or I might start tearing people's faces off and no one wants to see that," she muttered lowly, a slight growl to her voice.
She realized how ridiculous she sounded and sighed. "Sorry. I'm usually not this... possessive over someone but it's hard not to be jealous of all the other girls he's been with," she sighed. "Which is why I felt so threatened by you at first. I'd really rather us get along," she told her. "I mean I don't have a problem with you. It's more the problem with myself. Like worrying that eventually he'll stop wanting me and want someone else. Doesn't matter who. I'm just being silly and insecure. So how bout we just bury the hatchet and agree to at least try to be civil with one another, yeah?"