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Chapter 2

Six really nice cars were waiting in the driveway. A shiny white Ford Mustang, a bright red Maserati Spyder, a blue Porsche 911, a yellow Chevrolet Corvette, a slick black Dodge Viper, and a neon green Lamborghini Huracan. Unsure of which car to go to, I stood surveying them all. After a minute, the door of the Viper popped open and a gorgeous guy stepped out of the drivers' side. He had shiny blond hair and bright green eyes. He was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt that said JX Was Here in graffiti letters. He walked up to me, swinging his car keys in one hand.

"Hey, I'm Quinn," he said in a voice like velvet.

"I'm A-a-adeline," I stuttered, unsure of how to respond to such a gorgeous creature. He could not be human. No way.

"I know," he said, "We're here to collect you."

"We?" I asked timidly."

"Yeah, we. Jayden," — he pointed to the Lamborghini― "Demitri," ― the Mustang― "Milo," ― the Corvette― "Ashton," ―the Porsche― "and Mason," he finished, gesturing at the Maserati. The windows were all tinted, so I couldn't see any of the boys, except for obviously Quinn.

"Umm... cool," I said stupidly, "Nice cars."

"Thanks," he flashed me a snow-white smile that stopped my heart, "Any preference who you ride with?"

"No. Not really," I said, "Whoever."

"Okay, cool. Ashton wanted to ride with the lucky girl," he leaned in to my ear to whisper, "But I wouldn't suggest getting into any close quarters with his alone on your first day― or any day, really." He sniggered before leaning away. I grinned.

"So... who do you recommend?" I asked.

"Milo's our newest guy. He doesn't have the guts to do anything. I would say me, but I don't know how well I'll fare in a small car, with you so close," he studied my face with a smirk, "You're pretty tempting, you know."

I blushed scarlet.

"Milo it is, then," I probed the last few minutes to remember which car he was, and finally made my way towards the yellow Corvette.

I popped the door open and ducked in. Milo was sitting in the driver's seat, just as gorgeous as Quinn was. He had wavy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing joggers and a black muscle shirt.

"Hey, Adeline. I was hoping you were riding with me. Ashton wanted you, but we all knew Quinn wouldn't let that happen," He slammed on the gas pedal and peeled out of my driveway so fast my body flew back against the leather. He chuckled, and I saw all of the other guys tear out of the driveway and skid in front of us or next to us. I glanced at the speedometer and saw the needle sliding up to eighty.

"Do you all drive like this?" I asked with a trill of panic in my voice; I watched the scenery zoom past me.

"Yep. Never even gotten a speeding ticket," he said, as if the speedometer resting at ninety-five was normal. I suppose it was, for them.

We were out of town in mere minutes, and Milo made sure never to let the speed dip anywhere under ninety.

I wondered what I was sold for. Babysitting? Cooking? Cleaning? I shoved the alternative deep down into the murky depths of my mind, but the thought stayed in a whisper: Sex? I had a feeling I was right, about the sex.

We pulled into the long gravel driveway of a massive mansion after around an hour. It sat alone in acres of grass, with no houses nearby. It was five stories, with a spotless white exterior and a big porch. All of the cars pulled up the driveway after Milo, and I got out of the car.

All of the guys had already gotten out of their cars. I saw Quinn, and four other gorgeous guys that I hadn't met yet.

One had rust-colored hair and bright blue eyes. He sat on the roof of the Maserati, but I didn't think it was his car because another boy with black hair and hazel eyes was yelling at him to get off it. Another boy with dirty blond hair and grey eyes was making his way up to the porch; the last boy had bright red hair and light brown eyes, and he was talking to Quinn. I stood awkwardly by the hood of Milo's car, but I felt a hand pull me away. It was Quinn.

"Come on, Adeline. I'll introduce you to the other guys." He pulled me towards the group of guys clustered around the cars. All talking stopped when I walked, or was dragged, over.

"This is Mason," he pointed at the boy who was yelling at someone for sitting on the hood of the Maserati. Mason nodded at me, "Demitri," the boy who was walking over to the porch; Demitri gave me a sidelong glance, "Jayden," the boy who was talking to Quinn, "and―"

"Heyyyyyyyyy Mamasita!" the boy who was sitting on the hood of the car yelled. All of the other guys rolled their eyes.

"―Ashton. This is Ashton," Quinn finished.

I gave a tentative wave and stared down at my boots.

"Come on, guys!" Quinn yelled, "She lives here now! Jayden, get her bags. Mason, show her where her room is. Milo and Demitri, check her shower to make sure Ashton didn't put any cameras in there," he said this as if it were normal; Ashton smirked.

This was going to be a long rest of my life.