Chapter 344

"What is it with you and stealing people's smoothies?" I say looking at him and he simply smiles.

"Can't I have something of my sister's anymore if she doesn't want it?".

I smile back at him.

"You can have something of your sisters but yet you cannot have my smoothie. My smoothie is mine and mine alone".

He looks at me cracking an eyebrow up and he smiles.

"Someone is getting stingy" he says and I cringe at the word.

I I remember when we were younger, the only thing that Scott had to say to let me get angry and give him anything he practically wanted was to call me stingy.

I stick a tongue out at him.

"I'm a grown up now, I won't let you do that to me. You are going to refund that smoothie" I say.

"In cash or how is it?" He says quirking an eyebrow up and obviously baiting me.

I fall for the bait almost immediately.

"Cash. I am broke".

Eras and Clay simply look at each other before they look at me.

"You are broke?" They say almost in unison and I feel like slapping them.

I feel like slapping the both of them because what is it with this conjoined talking that they are doing today?, what is it with this synced speaking that they are both carrying out.

I mean it is almost weird enough that I practically view both of them as one and the same.

Well, I don't view both of them as one and the same but you can get what I mean.

They are practically the only two troublemakers that I have in my life at this point, Scott is not included, he is a torment, he is not a troublemaker.

Both of them carry the same notion in my head and now they are both talking at the same time, matching each other, word for word.

"Don't you guys think that is weird?" I say looking at the both of them and again, again they flush together.

"You don't have any money?" Eras says looking at me and I shake my head.

"I have enough money"

"Really?" Clay says, his eyes unbelieving, an earnest look in them.

"What are you guys going to do if I say I don't have any money?" I say look at the both of them and they give me an obviously smirk.

They both place credit cards in front of me, credit cards which should practically be holding a considerable sum of money and I have to smile at myself. I deserve at smile myself because I'm simply too good for my owm good.

Not even two months after I had gotten myself dumped I had roped in two boys, two undeniably rich, handsome boys, and now they are practically handing me credit cards almost like it was paper.

"Thank you, but no thanks".

I slide each person's credit card over to them.

"Scott is going to pay for the cupcake orders anyway".

Said person shoots me a glare.