Driving Me Crazy
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Last published Mon, Sep 14, 2015
I never thought that a quick walk outside would change my life. Well that's dramatic - but it definitely did change a lot. My simple trip to take out the trash turns into a, shall we say, explosive event when notorious bad boy, Riley Jones, decides its a great time to pull a firecracker prank.
One minute I'm doing perfectly fine, and the next thing I know I'm on the ground. There was a horrible burning pain in my wrist, a sure sign it was broken. And then there was Riley Adams crouching next to me, letting out a long stream of curse words.
I don't think Riley thought that his little prank would change a lot either, but it did.
Because of his prank, I broke my wrist. And because I broke my wrist and it was his fault, his mother offered him up as my personal assistant. Now Riley is my chauffeur, errand boy, or as he puts it, DEFINITELY not my friend. It's not long before the rumours start swirling, and I'm dragged into Riley's world of chaos.
So pay attention people, because this is the story of how I broke my bone, and (maybe a little more than?) befriended the bad boy.
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