"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

"How much longer?" Caleb and I huffed together, leaning against the dark tunnel walls.


"Only about ten minutes more," Noah replied.


"Dude," Caleb groaned, "you have been saying that for the last two hours."


"Well, what do you expect guys?" Liam shook his head. "This is a tunnel. Besides, we did tell you guys?not?to come. But, did you listen?"


Uhm...no. Of course not! This was about Soph and Mia after all.


"It isn't helping that you two have the stamina of a doorknob," Noah added.


"Well, then, who asked you to build such a long tunnel?" I retorted.


Noah let out a snort. "This tunnel was built in the year 1564, as a backup route in case the enemies ambushed the palace."


That piqued everyone's interest, and we resumed walking slowly.


"Whoa, your ancestors had the IQ of a pebble," Caleb commented, on way. "Who builds such a long tunnel as an escape route?"


Chapter 37. Dumb ASSumptions