With you safely stowed away in his pocket, Judas hopped on his motorcycle (that Steven approved of and you did not), revving his engine and tearing down the street towards Matt’s house. Matt was a wealthy kid whose parents were out of town so he opened his doors to throw one hell of a party at the family’s pool house.
“Judas, you made it, man!” Adrien, Judas best friend, greeted him at the door with a fist bump. Judas parked his bike on the lawn like many other vehicles, walking past the pool where teens were shrieking in laughter as they pushed each other in. Adrien wiggled his eyebrows playfully, pretending to shove Judas in.
“Harr harr.” Judas rolled his eyes, placing his hand over his breast pocket. “Don’t even think about it, I can’t get wet right now.”
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