[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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\\ thought i was going crazy
just having one of those days yeah
didn't know what to do
then there was you
and everything went
from wrong to right \\
kylie minogue - love at first sight
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Kayden and I spent the rest of the morning ducking in and out of shops, actually laughing and joking around. When it's just the two of us, he's so easy to get along with. I don't know what happens when we're around other people.
Finally, I actually manage to get to Office to get my Toms that I've been wanting all day. I spot the stand straight away and hold up a black and a burgundy one to Kayden, tilting my head in question. "Which one?"
"Dunno," he shrugs. "Which one do you prefer?"
I roll my eyes. "I don't know! Why do you think I asked you?"
Before he can probably give a snarky remark back, a guy interrupts us. "Hey, what can I help you guys with today?"
My eyes go from Kayden to him and I almost drop the shoes. Holy shit, he's gorgeous. His black Office t-shirt is tight across his shoulders. His blonde hair curls onto his forehead and his deep brown eyes are looking down at me curiously. I find myself at a loss for words.
"Um, yeah... These... Six... Please," I manage to get out.
"So a six in both of these?" He confirms, an amused glint in his eyes.
Somehow, I manage to nod. "Yes, please."
Why the hell am I finding it so hard to talk to this guy? I was fine talking to Kayden and co. when we first met. Why is this guy so different?
"I'll be right back," he smiles at me before walking off. As soon as he slips into the back room, Kayden bursts out laughing, collapsing onto the black padded stool.
"Jesus, Peach," he laughs. "What even was that? That was brilliant. You've made my day."
I spin around and narrow my eyes at him. "Yeah, thanks, I'm well aware of the arse I just made of myself. Now, give me a moment for me to get my shit together." I pause for a second before raising an eyebrow at him. "How old do you think he is?"
"Are you for real?" He asks before laughing even more. I let out a grunt at his unhelpfulness just as the guy returns.
"Here you go," he grins as he holds up the two boxes. Why, oh why, do I consciously notice that he doesn't have any dimples?
