I bribe guards to get me out of this mansion, believe me that works all the time. But why waste money? So I personally called an architect and Ta DA.. I have secret pass way.

Keegan was waiting that patiently.

Seriously? If I were you I would drown at the sentence that he was waiting patiently. He was there, honking his bad motorcycle and checking out the naked sluts.

I cleared my throat awfully, since he was claimed deaf by me.

"What you waiting for? Should I call a monk?"

I gave him bizarre expression.

"Sure" as I took my seat on the motorcycle clinging on his shoulder for dear life. He has this bullshit scheme to drive motorcycle at 100 speed.

After merely fifteen minutes we reached the alcoholic's crib. More like frat house, but only owned by him. I wasted no time getting out and rushing to the bathroom.

All my dinner came out in no seconds and I was holding sink for dear life. It was more worse then actually having 10 glasses of shots.

I looked myself at the horror, as my hairs were flying like caveman. So I wasted no time opening the damn shelf and combing my hair. Once I felt happy, I tossed a candy in my mouth and left.

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