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Chapter #1

CHAPTER ONE

Being five-foot-something was just a pain in the ass. Not only was it tremendously hard to reach coffee cups that always tend to be on the highest places possible but apparently, this supermarket found it hilarious to place the jars of Nutella on the highest shelf ever!

Why would any human being with sanity do that?

I grumbled staring up the chocolate goodness with puppy eyes. Begging the Nutella gods to send me an angel and help me with this task. I sighed looking left then right in the empty isle spotting no one.

I stepped on the lowest shelf testing my weight to make sure it won't break, 'cause that won't just be utterly embarrassing but expensive. When it didn't, I slowly reached up my fingertips grazing the bottom of the jar.

"Come on!" I mumbled trying to reach higher but one's body can only stretch that far, and I was at my limit.

Suddenly a hand reached out grabbing the jar I was so desperately trying to reach. I nearly fell of the shelf in shock having to grab onto something to stop my balance. In my flustered state I grabbed onto two jars of peanut butter... and no, that wasn't helpful at all. I fell back into a chest that vibrated with someone chuckling.

I quickly placed the jars back spinning around my cheeks flushed in an unnatural shade of red. Oh god no.... why me? Right there, in front of me... in all his after-football-practice-glory stood Nate.

Who is Nate you ask? That my dear is a very valid question, you see I wouldn't have been this flustered if it was any other person but no, it wasn't... it was Nate. The right-hand man of Harry, they might possible be attached at the hip so instantly my mind went into 'Danger!' Alert.

He has got to be here. And I was quite frankly, only taking a stroll over to the closets supermarket I could find because my stash of Nutella has been invaded by ten-year-old idiotic little picky fingers. And so, I was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a white tank top that I've owned since I was like... eleven and therefore it showed that little strip of skin just above my pants, and an unbuttoned cream cardigan.

Not to mention the birds nest my hair currently resembled... or was it the other way around? And in that moment my blush grew deeper when I realized I was most definitely, utterly screwed.

"I believe this belongs to you," Nate said handing me the Nutella. If possible, I blushed more wrapping my hands around my addiction. My cheeks were on fire and I could burst into flames at any moment now if I keep embarrassing myself... which would most likely happen.

"Thank you," I whispered stepping back when I had to crane my neck to look up at him. Curse my family for giving me short genes!

"Nate!"

Oh dear- please ground. Please just open up and swallow me whole... while I'm in there chew me up and spit me out it the Atlantic... anything, anything but this!

I pinched my eyes closed willing myself to teleport to another isle, another dimension even. But the sound of wheels came rushing into this isle coming to a screeching halt... right... in front of me!

"Why does this girl look constipated?" My eyes snapped open at Harry's familiar husky voice, I bet my cheeks were not even red anymore; they were probably black like burnt toast from all this heat.

He was casually leaning on the handlebars of the cart his biceps straining against his football jersey, some baboon - also know, to more civilized people, as Craig - was squeezed in the trolley. It didn't take a genius to know they were out mucking about as per usual. They were, after all, the delinquent trio. The DT for short.