Chapter41

#Chapter41

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!/" Shit. 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.

*****

Frazier