Max Verstappen Cats Novels & Stories

I said as I joined the group. “Unless one of us opens their own gallery,” Max said and we all agreed. “And it will obviously be Xania since she’s the rich one out of all of us here.” “I’m not rich compared to you guys,” I said and Max laughed, clapping his hands. “You mean compared to our parents, and have you seen the car you drive! A fucking black matte R8 Coupé V10,” he exaggerated and I rolled my eyes. “You drive an e-tron, I don’t know why you’re trying to make it seem like I’m richer than you, I barely hold a candle to any of you, besides, I told you guys that was a-”

What he did even meant more than concern for his best friend's younger sister. Mr Anderson, Catzilla's coach looks frustrated because it seems they are going to loose to the other team with the whole drama going on. His hair looks messy because he's taken his cap of to run his hands through them, as he puffs out heavy breaths and looks like he just shit on himself. And Max, it looks like he's in so much pain. Fuck! "Wait up, Kate! Where the hell are you going?" Ver grabs hold of my sleeve when I make attempt to stand up.