Gentry's Chance

Chapter 24. Who In The Fuck?

Taytum's POV

Chance and I have been official for almost two months. It's strange how everything happened between us. When we first met, I backed into his car, and he was mad as hell. Then a friendship and relationship built. After everything we've been through, we came out stronger. It doesn't matter to me that he boosts cars.

I've spent more of my time with him than anyone else. We've gone to movies, bowling, and skating. I even found out that he likes to go fishing. He taught me how to do that, and it's fun but also relaxing. I'm a far better skater than I ever thought possible because of him. He taught me how to change a tire and my oil. I know far more about cars now than most girls my age because of him.

Now when my car breaks down, I don't have to call him for help usually. I'm still at my job, and he is still doing what he does. Between that, I stay with him often; sometimes, I even watch Emma. He also taught me how to drive a motorcycle, and I now have a license for that. Aunt Laura didn't take that to well. She said if I want a bike I'm going to have to buy it myself. Now I'm kind of saving up for it.

Chance is moving to California in a few days. I've been spending almost the last two weeks with him. I come walking into the kitchen in nothing but a T-shirt that is his. He's standing at the counter drinking coffee. "Breakfast, coffee, or both? I suggest the coffee you look like you could use it," He chuckles.

"Hmm, maybe that is because somebody wouldn't let me go to bed last night," I tease.

He throws his head back and laughs. "You should know when you stay with me. You aren't going to get much sleep." His arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me into him. I stand on my toes and press my lips to his.

"I can't believe you're leaving in a few days," I mutter.

"I wish I didn't have to," He said sadly. "I'll come back and see you this summer."

"If you get the chance to," I snort. "You always have Emma. You weren't kidding. Your dad is rarely here."

"He pretty much lives in his truck," Chance nods in agreement. "Drew is coming over today."

"I have to work," I sigh. "I'll probably be back after, though. Do you have time to shower with me?" I ask, pressing my chest harder to his.

"Hmm," He hums. "I always have time to shower with you."

A giggle bursts out of me before he smashes his lips to mine. He lifts me, carrying me back to his bedroom. Chance turns the water on before lifting the T-shirt over my head. I push his shorts down as he pushes my panties down. He pulls me into the shower and presses me against the tile.

His tongue traces my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth. He grips onto my thighs, lifting me and breaking the kiss. As he thrusts into me, he trails his lips down my neck. I pull his hair, and a loud moan escapes me. "Faster," I beg.

As his thrusts become faster, I bite down on his neck, moaning loudly. "Mmm, baby," He groans. He adjusts his hold on me and puts one of his fingers to my clit. Knots begin to build in my stomach. I tilt my head back against the tile, and my eyes roll back—my orgasm rocks through me. When I come down from my high, Chance pulls out of me and releases.

Chance sets me down on my feet and presses his lips to mine. We both clean up. Chance get's out before I do. He comes back into the bathroom. "Drew is here," He said. "I gotta go." I peak my head out of the shower and kiss him goodbye. "Love you. Lock my door when you leave."

"Love you too," I tell him. When I'm finished, I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. I grab my blow dryer from my bag in his room and come back into the bathroom. After drying my hair, I put on my black yoga pants and the shirt that has my name on it for the gas station I work at. I brush through my tangled hair putting it into a ponytail and brush my teeth. I apply mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss.

Once I get everything back into my bag, I begin to head out of his bedroom. I trip over a box. My duffel bag falls, and I fall landing on it with a huff. "What the-" I cut off when I turn around. The contents of the box are all over the floor. I stare at the box in confusion and back to the materials. I crawl over to where the things fell out and begin to put some of it away. If I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to be late for work.

I start grabbing the small cards off the floor but stop. I stare down at it in shock. It's a social security card, but it's not Chance's name. I look down at the rest of the stuff still on the floor and gasp in horror. "Oh my god," I breathe.

There are several driver's license and several social security cards. They all have different names on them. "Wesley Keller, Christian Stevens, Jacob Brown, Gentry Wolfe, Jordan James," I murmur all the names of the IDs under my breath. "What the fuck?" I gasp. There are social security cards for every identification card. I grab the folder I had put in the box and open it.

There is a birth certificate for every one of them. I go back to the ID's all the date of births, and issue dates are different. Wesley Keller's ID was issued on June 1st, 2018. Wesley's date of birth says April 3rd, 1997. His hair is red, and his eyes are blue. The state it was issued in is Florida.

Christian Stevens was born on August 2nd, 1995. The license issue date is July 30th, 2018, in Iowa. His hair is blond, and his eyes are dark brown.

Jacob Brown's ID was issued on July 2nd, 2018, in Arkansas. His date of birth is June 10th, 1999. His hair is a lighter brown, and his eyes are a light brown.

Gentry Wolfe has dark brown hair almost black, and his eyes are a striking green color. He has a little bit of a goatee. His date of birth is February 21st, 2000. The issue date on the license is February 21st, 2018, and it was issued in Texas.

Jordan James has black hair and green eyes. The issue date is February 2nd, 2019, in California. His date of birth is December 26th, 1994.

All different dates of births, dates of the license issued, different states, different eyes, and hair, but they all have one thing in common. Every man on every ID is Chance. 

"Who in the... fuck?" I gasp.

A/N: See that coming?!?!?! lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!