[Book 1 in the Chaos series]
The Theory of Kayden:
- frontman of before the chaos
- typical bad boy
- grade a jackass
- caffeine addict
- my utter weakness
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\\ take all of your wasted honor
every little past frustration
take all of your so-called problems
better put 'em in quotations
say what you need to say \\
john mayer - say
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I wake up the next morning with yet another fucking hangover. I really don't know why I do this to myself. Especially when we're on a moving bus and I have to actually work tonight.
Last night was a ball though. We ended up in some dingy backstreet club in Edinburgh and it was quite frankly one of the best night outs I've ever had. The guys are absolute riots, as expected, and I don't think I've ever laughed so much.
Another perk of having them with us - we weren't approached by any guys. None. It was amazing. Turns out having four tall, fit guys are an utter deterrent to the creeps of the nightclub scene. Who knew?
I climb out of bed and head into the upstairs living area, where I can hear voices coming from. As soon as I open the door, I regret it, coming face to face with Kayden lying on the couch, looking about as great as I feel, Aiden and Theo locked in an arm wrestle and Noah... cleaning?
The chaotic energy in here is intense. They're not even doing much out of the ordinary but something's not right.
"Noah, are you okay?" I question as I close the door behind me. Ella is clearly still asleep and I don't want to wake her. He's the first one I ask about because he's doing the thing most out of the ordinary. Noah never cleans. It's normally Aiden. He's a neat freak, as I'm beginning to find out.
He shakes his head. "No, I'm not. I'm fucking hanging but neither of those two are willing to give up," he says, gesturing to Aiden and Theo. "So I'm left cleaning up this douchebag's puke."
I raise an eyebrow at Kayden as I perch on the couch next to him. "What happened to Mr I-Don't-Get-Hangovers?"
"You and El happened," he mumbles, opening one eye at me. "Tequila happened."
Oh, yeah.
I remember now. We managed to get the almighty Kayden Forrester doing tequila shots. I think I have a video of it somewhere.
"You could've said no," I shrug.
He raises an eyebrow. "I did. Multiple times. But you two don't take no for an answer."
"Oh, well," I grin, just to spite him. "You had fun, though. Tequila is fun."
"No, it's not," he grumbles, closing his eyes again.
