"Chase Oliver Stone! What time do you think it is?!" I stared at my mom, my dad, and my terrified twin.

"Uh...3 a.m.?"

"Maybe when you left the house! Boy, it's six in the morning! What in God's mind are you doing out of our house at six in the morning?!"

"To be honest," which seemed to be a common phrase I've been saying, "I don't—"

"Who was that?" Jace, my overprotective brother, asked. He was in complete aghast and was almost crying. Very overdramatic might I add.

"Uh," Was I really about to tell him that I spent three hours with Robin Ryder? No. "It was..." Crap I can't think of anyone. If I say someone they know, they'll just call and ask, if I say some random person, lord I wouldn't be able to walk for days! "Roobbbiiinn?" It came out as a question more than a response. While my parents were completely confused since they have no clue who in the world Robin is, my brother was infuriated. Honestly, I don't blame him because who in their right mind would willingly be with Robin Ryder? No one!

"You are telling me that you spent three hours with Robin Ryder, outside, at night, alone, by yourself?!"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Chase! What. The. Hell." My parents completely dumbstruck, but hey, Jace is mad...that only means they have to be mad as well. My mom narrowed her eyes and so did my father while they both gave me an I'm very angry at you, and you should watch what you say look.

"Well—" instead of ya know listening to me, Jace went all apeshit.

"Do you know what he could have done to you?! Fuck, Chase, he could have stabbed you! You know that he's been suspended multiple times and he was expelled from three schools!"

"Oh yeah, and who told you that?" Wait a minute. Was I, Chase Oliver Stone, standing up for Robin Insert-Middle-Name Ryder? Yeah...seemed like I was. "Was it some rumor you heard? Did a teacher tell you directly? Did he tell you? Did anyone in higher power tell you? No? So how do you know it's true?" After this whole long tangent, I was out of breath. Everyone seemed shocked and hell, I was shocked as well. "Ah shit," I mumbled.

"Hm? So how do you know all those "rumors" are false?" Ah shit. He got me there.

"Look—"

"Listen, today...today is a mess. But if I see you near that kid one more time, longer than two minutes..."Because yeah two minutes is a respectable amount of time people share together. "Don't think I won't hesitate—"

"To do what?" Ya know, you think I would learn how to shut my mouth, but no.

"Don't. Try. Me." Well, I think I ruined a very special bond with my brother.

I was about to push by him when I stopped before our shoulders touched. "Ya know, he's not that bad," I whispered. And after that, I was really hoping he hadn't heard me because damn, was that embarrassing.

My brother decided to take a separate car from me because, yeah, he was that mad. I trailed behind him in my car which when I think about it, is a huge inconvenience because we are just wasting money here! But that's beside the point. What is the point is that when I got to school, you want to know who slung their arm around me? Robin Freaking Ryder. Because hey, why don't you just make my life worse while you're here. And don't think I didn't see that glare from my brother.

"Hey," crap how was I supposed to say I can't be with you because my brother hates your guts and if we are with each other for longer than two minutes, he might hit me with a car. "I can't be with you because my brother hates your guts and if we are with each other for longer than two minutes, he might hit me with a car." Well, I said it.

Robin looked at his watch. "Huh, well, looks like we still have a minute with each other." Which took me back, and I mean way back. Like holy cow! Did he just say that?! Is he flirting with me?! Lord what do I do?! And at this moment where I was...once again, bewildered, he laughed. Good to know I make someone's life worth their while. "Well seems like our times up. Bye, Ace. If you ever want to go to the park in the middle of the night to stare at each other, just give me a call." He patted my back pocket and winked. Like he winked at me! Holy cow, is Robin Freaking Ryder hitting on me! I just watched as he passed my brother, a stupid smile on his face, but man, my brother's face twisted and turned so red that I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, it was two minutes," I said to him while I was passing him by. Wow, this might actually be fun.

Every time I saw Robin, he slung his arm around me, chatted, and then left when two minutes were up. Even when my brother wasn't around, he would do that. It's not like Robin was scared of Jace because who in the world would be afraid of my brother? A scrawny five foot eight with not muscle capacity boy. Definitely not Robin.

I slid my hand in my back pocket and felt a little something. A strip of paper, to be more exact, a phone number, to be even more exact, Robin Freaking Ryder's phone number. I squealed like a teenage girl. Was that why he kept touching my back pocket? Man, I thought he was touching my butt. In the quickest moment, I simply typed in his contact and put his name, which in hindsight wasn't so smart. I looked around the school as if someone would care enough to see what I was doing.

I typed in Hey, Robin it's Chase, well, that's what I thought I said. It ended up looking more like heyrobingbwigh Chase. I figured he got the message because almost instantly there was a response. Heychaseits Robin. I put the faceplam emoji and shoved my phone in my pocket.

At lunch, I had to refrain myself from texting Robin. I had a perfectly good reason. My twin was staring right at me. We shared most of the same features but looked entirely different. The same blue eyes, the same brown hair, the same clothing size. We swapped clothes occasionally, but it's not like we could switch lives and no one would notice. Trust me, we tried.

Jace was glaring at me. A cold hard stare with his jaw clenched tight. I just laughed, not because of his face, but because he was sulking in the fact that I found interest in someone other than him.

My brother's friends Jake and Jack (who were actually twins as well) sat with us at lunch. They were a perfect pair of identical twins. Heck, I didn't know who was who!

"What's going on?" Jack (maybe Jake) asked.

"This boy," Jace said like venom. "Was with Robin Ryder at three in the morning!" To think only my brother hated his guts, no they both were flabbergasted. Their eyes were wide, they dramatically dropped their utensils, and their mouths made a big O shape. Flabbergasted.

"And you're okay, right?" Jake (Maybe Jack) asked.

"No, son. I got ganged up and broke both of my arms and my left pinky finger—"

"Man I didn't know that happened." I instantly cringed when these big man hands with beautiful rings were gently placed on my shoulders. And I kid you not, the whole lunchroom shut up. Like no one said a word. Was everyone that scared of this teenage boy? Well, sure he had big hands and was six-foot-something. His shoe size was probably a thirteen and possibly wore extra large clothing, but that's beside the point. What's the point is Robin Freaking Ryder was touching me. Me. "If I would have known that I would have rescued you." My brother, oh man was he pissed. The wrinkles on his forehead were very prominent, there was basically steam flowing out of his ears.

"Can you take your hands off of him?"

"I can." Which he didn't. It was like one of those bathroom questions. Can I go to the bathroom? I don't know, can you? But when my brother got up, Robin backed his hands away in defeat. "Well, my two minutes are up anyways. Bye, Ace." Which now became a common thing that Robin says to me. But before leaving, he placed something in my back jean pocket, and I was just so lucky no one noticed.

"That boy, why is he suddenly getting all handsy with you?" I shrugged because, to be honest, I didn't know myself. Was it because I puked in front of him? Did my regurgitation cause a special bond between us? "Did you guys do anything...weird?"

"If you're asking if we made out in a bush, no we didn't."

"Why would I ask that?" My innocent brother was clearly flustered with my response, but I had to admit it was quite funny to see his flustered look.

"I don't understand why you don't like him. He seems perfectly fine to me."

"And I don't understand why you do like him!" Ah shit. Why did I like him? Was it to toy with my two-minute older brother? I sat and pondered for a moment. Like a hand on my chin ponder. Sadly, I didn't ponder for too long because the dang lunch bell rang.

I sat in the locker room of my physical education class. I wasn't planning on leaving, I actually wasn't planning on exercising at all today. So it was the perfect moment to check out the note that I have been itching to read.

Meet me at the park at 1 a.m. I need a kind fellow to accompany me.

Damn, did he have good handwriting.

"I see you got my note," I swear I jumped like a foot away. Again— he laughed like crazy. I had to shut him up before a coach walked in.

"Yeah, I did."

"Will you meet me." Now I was okay with Robin Ryder talking to me. What I wasn't okay with was Robin Freaking Ryder basically pinning me to the lockers. His hands trapping me on both sides and a devilish smile which meant terrible things. Shit, maybe he is a bad guy.

"What's your middle name?" And here you have it folks, Chase Oliver Stone's way of handling a stressful situation.

"Ryland?" He was confused.

"Robin...Ryland...Ryder?" I really broke down his name because who on earth wants to name their son Robin Ryland Ryder, the worst combination of names!

"Uh...yeah." He put his arms down clearly unamused. "But that's beside the point! Are you coming?" I bit my lip and pondered deeply for the second time today.

"I could—"

"Great! See you there." Well, dang, I didn't even get to finish my sentence. He ran off into his LaLa Land and just disappeared. I sat on the floor, pondering for the third time today.

How in the world will I get there? My car is too loud, and they will definitely notice. I might get killed if they wake up before I get home. I could get mugged along the way. Hell, I could die. What about Jace? Where will he be? Will he purposely be waiting for me to leave?

These thoughts went on for the whole class period, and no one came up to me and asked what I was doing crouched on the floor.