"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

Forty eight hours seven minutes five seconds.?That's the amount of time that had passed since my last encounter with Noah on that eventful date.


He might be sitting somewhere composing poems about his unrequited one sided love.


Or maybe, he already moved on from Chloe.


Maybe, he just adopted the old fashioned route and is sitting in some bar, drowning his grief by drinking.


First of all, there was no love at all.


Secondly, we were never in a relationship.


Thirdly, if he is actually the drinking type of guy, there can be no future between us.


WHO GAVE ME THIS NICKNAME IN THIS GROUP CHAT?


Chapter 13. of ships and tea!