(Kyle)
My schoolbag is heavy with bottles, and between each bottle is bubble wrap so that nobody knows they’re bottles. I’ve hoarded all the alcohol in my schoolbag and brought it to Ron’s house.
He’s currently blasting music while his parents open a bottle of none alcoholic champagne, and Reed is dancing with a superhero action figure in one hand and a blue stuffed toy in the other. He’s so tiny, that kid.
I’ve already seen the car –it’s a matte black Audi R8 and proof that Ron’s father is all about big business.
I find myself being jealous because I don’t have a car yet –I can’t afford one yet with the money I’ve saved, and well, there’s also this part of me acknowledging that if I do get a car, Ace will probably send me out on some awful missions.
My game of cards has only just begun, and buying a car will only push it further into progress.
I think I’ll just stick with getting rides from Hayden for now.