What are the odds that you are dared to send a random text to a stranger? And, what are the odds that the stranger happens to be someone you would never have imagined in your wildest fantasies?

Well, the odds are in Chloe's favor. A text conversation which starts as a dare takes a one eighty degree turn when the person behind the screen turns out to be the cockiest, most arrogant, annoying asshat. Despite all this, the flirting, the heart to heart conversations and the late night musings, is something they become accustomed to and something which gradually opens locked doors...but, that's not all. 

To top it all off, the guy just might happen to be in the same school and have a reputation for a overly skeptical identity...

"What are you hiding?"

"An awesome body, beneath these layers of clothing ;)"

But, who knows what Noah is really hiding and what are the consequences of this secret?

A royal pain in the text

Epilogue

13.
Forty eight hours seven minutes five seconds. That’s the amount of time that had passed since my last encounter with Noah on that eventful date.
But, who was counting?
Noah’s_wifey (Chloe)
Ugh! Guys!
What do you think happened to him?
Cereal_killer (Caleb)
Who knows?
He might be sitting somewhe...

13.
Forty eight hours seven minutes five seconds. That’s the amount of time that had passed since my last encounter with Noah on that eventful date.
But, who was counting?
Noah’s_wifey (Chloe)
Ugh! Guys!
What do you think happened to him?
Cereal_killer (Caleb)
Who knows? 
He might be sitting somewhe...