{Chapter Three} New Nickname and Meeting The BoysMature

I waited, lying in bed as all seven of them entered the room, their eyes all wide and curious. One particular boy stood out the most; he looked nothing like the rest of them. He had dark brown eyes, russet brown skin, and he looked much older than the rest of the boys. He features were clearly that of an Native American tribe.

He stood, quietly watching and waiting while the rest of the boys were over-excited and anxious.

"Hi!" a boy with tan skin, blond hair, and black eyes said as he walked up to me. He was tall, much taller than me, and as well built as an athlete. He had a kind, trusting air around him that made me feel safe. "My name's Rikki; what's your's?"

"Miranda," I answered sheepishly, looking at red velvet sheets I was wrapped in.

"Miranda," said another boy with blond hair and brown eyes. "In Latin it means 'she who must be admired'. Is that true? Should I admire you and put you on the highest pedistal possible? Should I treat you like the goddess you appear to be?" He smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up.

"Uh..." What the hell?

"Max, stop it!" a boy with bright jade green eyes, and brown hair said. He turned to me. "Sorry; that's Maxwell. He tends to get girls a little flustered." He held out his hand and I shook it nervously. "I'm Joe." He looked closely at me. "Haven't I seen you before?"

I looked closely at each of them. Some of them looked familiar, but not the mystery boy in the back.

"What's your last name?" I asked. They might be students at my school.

"Harper," he said, smirking when I gasped.

I looked closely at each of them and was astounded to see that these were the legendary Harper boys. The Harper's were legends at my school, and throughout the town. They were known to be geniuses, the best of the best, but no one knew how they got that smart considering they weren't living with their parents.

No one knew what happened to their parents.

Legend says both were murdered, or killed in a car crash, or all of them were emancipated and living together...

The list of stories goes on and on.

How did I end up here?

"Why don't we get you something to eat?" Rikki asked, smiling kindly. "Seth makes the best chocolate chip pancakes. Do you like pancakes?"

Mmm...chocolate chip. Just like mama use to make!

"Yeah," I said, perking up a bit. "Do you guys have any bacon?"

"Do you like bacon?" Joe said.


"Yes, we do have bacon."

I laughed which lifted the tense, curiosity filled room. When I looked up, the mystery boy was leaving, a smile on his face. That smile made my heart flutter.

"Xander, Xaiver, why don't you two help little Mimi here get situated while the rest of us fix breakfest," Joe said as he began walking out of the room.

"Mimi?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, Mimi," he said, smirking. "That's my nickname for you." Then he left the room.

I sighed, leaning back into the soft bed as my stomach grumbled.

"Are you sure you're okay?" A soft, melodic voice asked. I looked into the most beautiful pair of silver gray eyes I've ever seen in my life, and was lost for words.

"Ye-yes." I stuttered nervously.

"That's good," the silver-eyed boy said, smiling. "I'm Xaiver. It's nice to meet you, Miranda." Before I got a chance to say anything, he enveloped me in a hug. Caught off guard, I didn't get a chance to hug back before he releashed me, turned a bright shade of red, and ran off.

I heard a chuckle, and turned to face a boy with movie star teen heart throb feautures; he had strawberry blonde hair, chisled feautures, and light green eyes. His laugh was deep, welcoming, and comforting. His green eyes landed on me, and I shrunk back from his intimidating gaze.

"I think he likes you," he said, smirking when I blushed. "He doesn't normally talk to girls because he's so damn shy. You're the first girl he's talked to in three years." He sighed. "I'm Alexander. You'll get to know the rest of the guys once they fix you an all you can eat buffet in a minute."


"Yeah, they go a little overboard when they cook." He smiled.

"Yo, Xan, how's she holding up?" Damien said as he entered the doorway. He smiled at me. "We're almost done with breakfest, princess. Hope you can hold up those growls a little longer."

"Okay," I said, not even knowing what I was getting into.

For some strange reason, I trusted them. They didn't seem like the type of guys to just blindly attack someone without reason. Besides, the worst they can do is kill me, and my stepmom is already trying to do that. What's the worst that could happen?

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