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Even after meeting so many times, none of them knows the identity of the other.
Thea and Chance have been bumping into each other randomly since the age of 14. In fact, Chance has even witnessed Thea's first period and she has...
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(Past Thea) -
[Stalker Journal: Entry NO. 9]
I took a big sip of the ice-cold lemonade in my hand. I was out with my brother and his friends and were at a diner downtown. I usually hung out with my brother and his friends, I was used to them and saw them all as my own brothers.
Soon, we were coming out of the diner and that was when I saw him, we locked eyes for a minute before I broke eye contact.
"You all right, princess? You look shaken up," Lucky noticed and asked, his hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I'm fine," I assured him.
"99% of the time that girls say they're fine, they're not and I know you, something's bothering you, so spill," Dylan told me and slurped his milkshake.
I glared at him, "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," he snorted and looked me in the eye, that damn jerk knew I couldn't handle the pressure.
"Fine! Fine, something's bothering me but I don't wanna tell you guys," I finished in a squeaky voice.
"Is it boy trouble?" Roman piped up from behind me with a smirk.
"Thea! You're too young to have boy troubles," Lucky scolded me.
"I'm 14!" I shouted and Roman smirked.
"So you admit you're having boy troubles?" He asked slowly, knowing that he was driving me to absolute madness.
"No!" I denied his claim although I already knew that I was screwed.
"Don't lie to us, baby. Also, you're not allowed to date to date till you're 30," Dylan teased.
"You're not my dad, Dylan," I told him in an aggravated tone.
"But I'm your older brother so what I say goes. No dating till you're 30," Lucky smirked and Roman laughed.
"You guys are impossible!"
(Present Thea) -
"Thea, truth or dare," Chance said.
"Dare," I said without a moment of hesitation. He smiled sinisterly and it was at that moment I reevaluated all my choices in life.
"Dye your hair pink," he smirked and my eyes widened.
"No one is touching my hair!" I shouted at him.
"Come on, just last week you said you wanted pink hair but don't have the guts or motivation for it so I'm doing you a favor here!" He reasoned, a mischievous grin plastered onto his face.
"I think pink hair would look good on you. I'll set up an appointment with my hairstylist for tomorrow," Tori spoke up and I whined.
