Chapter 41
Damn, son, you got some balls on you
Ryan
We walked into the house, and Frazier let out a low whistle. “Damn. I didn’t peg you for a rich kid.”
“I’m not rich, and my parents are.” I tossed my bag aside and strolled towards the kitchen.
He ran after me. “I’ll need one of those motorized scooters for your house. You wouldn’t happen to have a map, would you?”
“Why would I need a map? I live here.”
“Well, not all of us have the luxury of knowing our way around in a fortress.”
“Kitchen, living room, bathroom, and front door.” I pointed to each area which was all this kid needed to know.
“Ryan Matthew Jones!” s**t. My dad was home and must have found out about me getting detention again.
“Stay here and touch nothing.”
He touched the counter and grinned. Smartass.
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