Moments later, he rolls to a stop outside the training center and throws the car in park. “Do you need me to pick you up too, Your Highness?” “You think this is a chariot?” He glares. “Never mind. You can walk. Last I checked, it’s supposed to start raining right when you’re done lifting.” Ah, Oregon. Always raining. I smirk as I get out, slinging my bag over my shoulder and calling through the open door. “Thanks for the ride, Mom. Meet you here after practice.” The words “fucking asshole” are just loud enough for me to hear before the door slams shut and I turn to walk away.
Hahah I love them and it's the first chapter
