UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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19. you didn't flinch
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I'd never been to Aaronzè's house before. I was wondering what it was like. He didn't live with his parents—so he says anyway.
Something seemed a bit off when he told me he lived alone. He's eighteen. Most teenagers don't leave their house that soon.
After school he decided we would go ahead and head over to his place so we could work on the project. And after making a detour to the store to pick a few things up, we were now in the middle of the woods.
His house is beautiful, like something Edward Cullen's family lived in. Except it was smaller, with a lot less glass. There were a few large windows on the home but other than that it was pretty closed off.
Not to mention it's already in the middle of the woods. When he said outskirts of town, he meant nearly an hour away.
He must get up really early to get to school on time. Maybe that's why he didn't bother to show up sometimes.
"Well, is it up to your expectations?" He parks the car, and cuts it off.
"Surpassed, actually."
How in the hell does he afford to live here? What job could he possibly have?
He'd told me before that he did work with the Mayor, but is it enough to compensate for this house?
"Do you.. Own it?" I asked.
"I designed it," He says, "Why? Too much?"
"I just wondered what you do for work," We get out of the car and make our way to the steps.
"I do a couple of things online," He shrugs, "Nothing else to it besides what I do for the Mayor."
