CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
I gasped mentally when we stepped outside the house after breakfast.
“It’s a new car,” I gazed at the sleek black Lexus LC, sitting outside our apartment. Last Friday he had a bloody Porsche, then on Sunday he was riding that monster bike and now a Lexus? Was he a drug dealer of some sort? My mind suddenly spun to that direction but I was quick to shut those thoughts down.
“Yeah, I was experiencing, trying to see what I liked and I’ve decided to stick with this one,” he said, getting into the front seat already. Just how much money did he possess? Was his family that stinking rich?
As he drove into to the parking lot, I could feel my stomach muscles knot in nervousness. Students walked by and some pretty girls stopped to stare. One even had the ounce to push up her
