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Ace escorted me to his house. His home was huge, bigger than most mansions; I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to live somewhere like that. To not have to clean dishes for a living because you didn't finish school.

"Do you work?" I asked, staring at the massive chandeliers and gold-infused wallpaper.

"Yes," He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You need some attitude management or something" I stated with a cheeky smile as he glared at me.

"I don't need anything, you do though" He reminded me of the blood coming from my head. We would both have black eyes in the morning.

He brought me to the upstairs bathroom, where he struggled to find his first aid kit.

"What age are you Ace?" I asked, curious to see if I was older or younger than him. He looked a lot older than a teenager. He looked about nineteen.

"I'm seventeen" He stated casually, rooting through his drawers.

He left the bathroom and I followed him quickly. He entered a room with a couple of clothes on the floor and a bed with black