The Art of Stealing Hearts (On Hold)

2. The one with the boys

~|Chapter 2|~
•The one with the boys•

"Have you unpacked?"

I walked into Starbucks, my hand holding my phone up so I could hear Lincoln's voice clearly.

"Nope, I took my clothes out of the bag, placed them on the bed and ran out for coffee." I told him as I surveyed the menu, searching for an appealing choice. I stood in line behind a girl with shiny red hair.

"You and your caffeine addiction," Lincoln muttered. I knew that he was rolling his eyes at me. "So what is their last name anyway? You should tell me in case you forget again."

I snorted. "That's unlikely. But I'm staying with the Brady's." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the girl standing in front of me turn her head in my direction.

"Anna, mom's calling, so I gotta go." Lincoln said. "But keep in touch, okay?"

"Okay, see ya," I muttered, ending the call and pocketing my phone. I looked up to see the redhead staring at me.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you say that you're staying with the Brady's." She said, inspecting me from top to bottom. "Is that true?"

I nodded. "Yup, I'm staying with Arthur and Mary Brady."

"Forget them," the redhead waved her hands excitedly. "You're living with Tyler, Aaron, Jake and the others!"

Before I could comment about her excitement or ask her why she was so excited, the woman behind the counter called for her attention.

"What would you like?" She asked the redhead.

I pondered over the situation as the redhead gave her order. Obviously, the Brady brothers were the talk of this place. They were so popular, that even a random girl at Starbucks knew who they were. That could mean either or both of these things; maybe the Brady brothers are saints. Or, the more likely option, the Brady brothers are extremely good looking. I'd bet a hundred bucks on the later.

Huh, I'm living with hotties. Probably.

"So, um, do you go to school with them?" I asked the redhead as I gave my order. She nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't think they know I exist. They probably don't." She said sheepishly. "It's not like I'm a nerd or invisible, but the Brady brothers are a whole new level of popular." She told me. "So what about you? How old are you anyway?"

"Sixteen, junior," I told her.

"Oh, me too," Redhead grinned. "When we go to school tomorrow, I can say that the new girl is my friend." She paused, "whose name I don't know." She added.

"I'm Johanna," I said.

"I'm Catherine," she introduced herself. "But you can call me Cat. So have you met the guys yet?" Cat gestured at an empty table and we took our coffees and sat down there.

"No, but they're supposed to be back today," I slurped down a sip, the rich, creamy taste lingering on my tongue. Coffee is the best invention yet. "How well do you know them?" What did she think about my hosts?