“Clark, don’t drop that box! It’s fragile!” I screeched.
He shot me a pained look. “Shay, I’m carrying a box of your Oreo packets. They’re not made of glass.”
I stuck my tongue out at him just as Camille walked into the back of the moving truck. “Guys! Stop lollygagging, we still have to load the rest of Shay’s things and then unpack everything again at the apartment,” she chastised.
“But it’s so much work,” Clark whined, earning himself a double thwack on both shoulders. “Ouch, guys, you know I bruise easier than a baby!”
“And I thought there were only two damsels in distress,” a deep male voice called. We snapped our heads to the opening of the truck to find the Chase brothers, two of them looking at us with raised eyebrows and smiles that could put toothpaste commercial models to shame.
“Turns out there are three princesses here,” Hudson smirked.
“Yeah, I‘m looking at them right now,” I smirked right back as I walked over. However, Landon’s smirk trumped both mine and Hudson’s.
“Baby girl, if we were princesses, we wouldn’t have deigned to drive for two hours to help move you peasants.”
My eyes widened. “You didn’t have to!”
“It’s okay,” Hudson flashed me a goofy grin. “We have no social lives.”
“That’s hard to believe.”
“Then take our presence as a compliment meaning that we’d rather spend our weekend with you than anyone else,” Landon said, shooting me a charming smile.
“How did you even know where I lived?”
The pair glanced at each other before turning back to me. “Google.”
Laughing, I hugged Landon and Hudson quickly before I turned to my best friends and said, “Camille, Clark, this is Landon and that’s Hudson. And the pouty toddler over there is Aiden, but I think you recognize him from school.”
“How can we not, you would point him out and talk about him every day of senior year,” Clark called, my precious Oreos spewing from his stuffed mouth as Camille nodded in agreement. My face turned hot while Landon and Hudson chuckled at my embarrassment. Aiden remained silent.
Landon and Hudson walked over to my friends to make personal introductions while I went over to Aiden, who still hadn’t moved from his slouching position against the truck wall.
“Hi,” I said, earning me a grunt in response. My gaze quickly swept over him. He was wearing the same outfit of jeans and white T-shirt as his brothers, but that didn’t take away from how he took my breath away.
Poetic, I know.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “And you’re here next to me, why?”
I shrugged, my mouth pushed to one side. “You were alone.”
“That doesn’t mean I needed your company.”
YOU ARE READING
Chase and Company
Novela JuvenilIt all started in just fifteen seconds. Shay never chases boys. She has been taught that it is unlady-like, and will interrupt her plans of success in the business world. Aiden never chases girls. He simply never needed to before. So when both are h...
