What are the odds that you are dared to send a random text to a stranger? And, what are the odds that the stranger happens to be someone you would never have imagined in your wildest fantasies?

Well, the odds are in Chloe's favor. A text conversation which starts as a dare takes a one eighty degree turn when the person behind the screen turns out to be the cockiest, most arrogant, annoying asshat. Despite all this; the flirting, the heart to heart conversations and the late night musings are something they become accustomed to and something which gradually opens locked doors...but, that's not all.  

To top it all off, the guy just might happen to be in the same school and have a reputation for a overly skeptical identity...

"What are you hiding?"

"An awesome body, beneath these layers of clothing ;)"

But, who knows what Noah is really hiding and what are the consequences of this secret?

A Royal Pain In The Texts

I snorted, as Will paced around the room, yelling at his phone. 


"I never said I am against anything! I only told you that I am not gay! Pull that story back from your site or I will have your company shut down!" he threatened over the phone. 


"Dude Noah, focus on the game." Liam said, nudging my shoulder, his eyes focused on the screen in front and his fingers working the remote control efficiently. 


I couldn't help laughing at his serious expression. "I have already beaten your ass like five times, till now. Just give up, man." 


Liam's tongue poked out in concentration. "Nope. This game is rigged. You and your technicians did this, I am pretty sure." 


I rolled my eyes. "Then, why are you still playing it, Liam?" 


He flashed me a grin. "Because, I want the satisfaction of winning a rigged game. You know, against all odds. And, oh, the glory in beating the future king of New Elysian fields." 


I pulled a face. "Don't call me that." 


31.5. (Noah's POV) Lik ehim, my ass!