"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

"So, what are you punks doing here?" Charlie asked, his eyes glinting in a way that suggested that he could very well get us into trouble.


"You tell me, what are?you?doing here?" I retorted drily, overcoming my shock and fear of having been discovered in the act of sneaking inside the queen's chamber.


All color drained from Charlie's face, and he clenched his fingers. "It's none of your business. You should be worrying about what's going to happen next."


"Why would we be worried about the fact that we are going to strangle the living lights out of you, then throw you into a sack, and then dispose of the sack in a trashcan...it all sounds fancy to me," Sophia replied, blowing on her nails.


Charlie looked genuinely afraid. I didn't blame him; even I believed Soph for a moment.


"I-I will get you all thrown into the d-dungeons." Charlie attempted weakly.


Chapter 44. Charlie's non-existent brain