Page 102 of Drama Queens Don't Fall For Charming Boys

Back then, we nearly killed each other. Now we’re friends. Weird how that happens.

“But my house in L.A.?” Mia says, then whistles. “We live like kings and queens there.”

I chuckle. “My house in L.A. is pretty big, too. My mom and dad run very successful companies, so we’re very lucky.”

“And the fact that their son is Hollywood’s hottest teen heartthrob has nothing to do with it?” she teases.

I lift a brow. “Hollywood’s hottest teen heartthrob?”

She shrugs. “It’s what people say about you. I mean, your HartHeads are seriously crazy about you.”

I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And he’s humble, too.”

Footsteps sound in the distance before Chase appears in the doorway between the living room and dining room. He takes a look at Mia and smiles. “Hi, Mia. It’s been a while.”

“Yep. A few months.”

He glances at me, then back at Mia, probably wondering why she’s here. “Mia and I have a school project,” I tell him.

“Ah, I see. Will you be staying for dinner, Mia?”

I burst out laughing. “You’re offering to cook?”

He laughs, too. “Heck no. I was thinking maybe we can order pizza or something.”

Mia’s eyes light up. “Did you say pizza? I’m in!”

“Great. So I’ll leave you kids to it.” He walks away.

Mia lifts a brow at me. “What does he do all day?”

“He manages my career and helps my parents with their businesses. Don’t worry, he keeps himself busy.”

“That’s good. But he seems lonely.”

I nod, puffing out my cheeks. “Yeah, he doesn’t have friends here. There’s only one person in town that he knows and he doesn’t hang out with her.”

“Right. That’s why we’re going to get him and Miss Lane together. Should we go to your room?”

“Yeah, it’s this way.”

I lead her down the hallway to my room. Like with the rest of the apartment, I didn’t personalize my room. My desk is a bit messy and there are some food wrappers that “missed” the garbage bin when I was gaming last night and was too lazy to pick them up.

Laughing awkwardly, I rush to clean them up and toss them in the bin. “Sorry. Was doing a dungeon with my friends last night and ate a bit too much junk food.”

She groans as she plops down on my bed. “So lucky you don’t have a robot watching your every move.” She drops dead on my bed, going as still as a statue.

I laugh. “Yeah.”

She sits up, rolling her eyes. “But something tells me WillowBot would let you have junk food.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Mr. Charming, remember?”

I frown. “Fine, maybe. But she’d eventually be tough with me, don’t you think?”

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