Enchanted Chaos (Enchanted Chaos 1)

A jolt of static currents through my body. Why are my powers going off right now? I’m fairly collected…

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She crosses her arms as she glares at someone behind me.

“Who are you talking to?” I ask, twisting around.

Then my heart slams against my chest and another burst of static hums through me.

No. No, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening.

I blink. Then I blink again. I blink so many times my eyes begin to water. Yet, the guy standing in the doorway remains.

The mysterious guy I tried to hit on yesterday.

Chapter 4

He appears as stupidly dumbstruck as I do—his eyes wide, his expression frozen.

Well, at least he remembers me.

Yeah, remembers how he told you to get lost.

Wait. Do I smell smoke?

I peer around, silently demanding my anger and embarrassment to simmer down. Luckily, no flames are anywhere, but I still need to get my emotions under grasps.

“So, what are we moving out first?” A guy around my age suddenly steps through the doorway with a smile on his face. He’s dressed similar to the mysterious stranger—all in black—but instead of short, dark hair, his hair is chin-length and blond. He also has silvery eyes like Gabe. When he enters, he takes one look at me, Nina, and who I’m assuming is his brother, then frowns. “Aw, hell, Foster. Please don’t tell me you’ve already fooled around with our new sister?”

The shock that had swept acros

s the room rapidly thaws.

“I’m not your sister,” I say while the mysterious stranger—Foster—bites out, “I didn’t mess around with her, and you know that, asshole.” Then his gaze zeroes in on me and his jaw ticks. “And even if I could, she’s not might fucking type.”

My jaw nearly drops.

What a fucking asshole.

The blond guy openly checks me out. “Maybe... She’s definitely my type, but I’m not really interested either.”

Now my jaw nearly ninja-kicks the floor.

Great, they’re both assholes. The only difference is Blondie does it with a smile on his face, while Foster just seems irritated. Well, that and I feel more hurt about Foster’s rejection. Who the heck knows why. After yesterday, I should be over him—I need to get over him.

My insides coil as Blondie’s smirk widens. Then the floor quivers, just slightly, but no one appears to notice. If I don’t get my emotions under control, I may start an earthquake. Luckily, Gabe strolls in and deflates the situation with a clap of his hands.

“Have we done introductions yet?” When he notices Nina and Gage, his asks me, “Are these your friends?”

I nod, continuing to glare at Blondie. “Yeah, they stayed over last night to say goodbye.”

Gabe’s attention drops to the whiskey bottle in my hand, and a frown etches into his face. “I see.”

Great. Am I in trouble?

Blondie smirks at me while Foster stares at me with his brows arched.

“Well,” Gabe starts, shaking the frown away. “How about we get this little moving fest going so we can get you home and let you know all the house rules, okay?”

Awesome. My bet? Rule number one is no drinking.