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cool air stinging my throat as I breathed in so sharply. My heart sped up in two seconds flat.
The gravel under the vehicle’s tires grinded loudly in my ears as it came toward me. I pushed the bike pedal down and took off as fast as I could. In seconds I felt my calves tightening to the point that it hurt worse with every thrust of my feet. My lungs were working overtime. But no matter how quickly I rode, the vehicle seemed to advance faster and I knew I couldn’t outride it. I kept looking back to watch it, hoping it would fall back, or turn down any one of the few roads that it passed. Back and forth I looked continuously until the distraction finally got me knocked from my bike. I saw the branch out ahead, but not in time to dodge it. It caught tightly in the spokes, sending me flying. I crashed hard onto my hip on the street.
The vehicle slammed on its brakes feet from me and two people jumped out simultaneously.
It was the Jeep.
I wondered if this could get any worse and then cursed myself for wondering because it usually does once you do.
“Are you alright?” said one of them standing over me.
I didn’t look at him and refused his help as I stood up on my own, dusting my hands against my pants legs.
“I’m fine.”
I bent over to get my bike, but the quiet one picked it up with one hand and tossed it in the back of the Jeep between the mounted tire and the seat. He wore a tight-fitting, long-sleeved black shirt.
“We’ll give you a ride home,” the first one said. “Come on.”
Was this guy crazy?
“I’m not getting in your car.” I started to walk away quickly, but the quiet one in the black shirt stopped me. “ Please ,” he said with a forceful devotion that made my heart jump in my chest. “We won’t hurt you.”
I don’t know why, but I believed him.
“Hi Adria,” the spiky-haired blond girl waved at me from the front seat. She was smiling hugely.
I swallowed an imaginary lump and after a long contemplative moment, I jumped in the back seat, nearly hitting my head on the cover rail above.
"COOL TO FINALLY MEET you,” the girl said. “Officially, anyway. I’m Zia.” Her teeth were bright white as if she left a whitening strip on too long. Her eyelashes were thick and black as coal; her skin creamy and flawless.
The clear picture of her face blinked out as the driver got in and shut his door, turning off the interior light.
Introductions were important, but I was expecting explanations first. For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. I heard Zia’s name in the back of my mind, but my awareness hadn’t caught up to it yet. I studied the three guys, the driver who looked the oldest and had a short, black mohawk. The smallest who sat behind the driver near the door seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face. And the one sitting on the other side of me against the passenger door, he was the one who put my bike in the back. He was gorgeous, a little rough around the edges, but so gorgeous that I had to pull my eyes off him so he wouldn’t notice my investigation had turn into gawking. His skin was lightly tanned, his hair black with a messy short cut and longer on top. His dark eyes instantly pulled me in to some kind of abyss, which I recognized right away as an inevitable problem.
“Thanks,” I said, turning my attention to Zia. “I was afraid you were someone else.”
The driver shifted the gear and we pulled away with a jolt. The Jeep’s top had been taken off, so it was chilly as we rode away.
Zia turned around from the front seat to face me. “William and Ashe, from the skate park?” she said, knowing.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “You know them? Who are they?”
“Brothers,” said Zia. “Don’t have any desire to know more than that, really.”
“I can see why.”
“We’re much nicer,” said Zia, “despite what the school thinks of me.”
I twisted uneasily on the seat, feeling a pang of guilt even though I had never thought badly of
The gravel under the vehicle’s tires grinded loudly in my ears as it came toward me. I pushed the bike pedal down and took off as fast as I could. In seconds I felt my calves tightening to the point that it hurt worse with every thrust of my feet. My lungs were working overtime. But no matter how quickly I rode, the vehicle seemed to advance faster and I knew I couldn’t outride it. I kept looking back to watch it, hoping it would fall back, or turn down any one of the few roads that it passed. Back and forth I looked continuously until the distraction finally got me knocked from my bike. I saw the branch out ahead, but not in time to dodge it. It caught tightly in the spokes, sending me flying. I crashed hard onto my hip on the street.
The vehicle slammed on its brakes feet from me and two people jumped out simultaneously.
It was the Jeep.
I wondered if this could get any worse and then cursed myself for wondering because it usually does once you do.
“Are you alright?” said one of them standing over me.
I didn’t look at him and refused his help as I stood up on my own, dusting my hands against my pants legs.
“I’m fine.”
I bent over to get my bike, but the quiet one picked it up with one hand and tossed it in the back of the Jeep between the mounted tire and the seat. He wore a tight-fitting, long-sleeved black shirt.
“We’ll give you a ride home,” the first one said. “Come on.”
Was this guy crazy?
“I’m not getting in your car.” I started to walk away quickly, but the quiet one in the black shirt stopped me. “ Please ,” he said with a forceful devotion that made my heart jump in my chest. “We won’t hurt you.”
I don’t know why, but I believed him.
“Hi Adria,” the spiky-haired blond girl waved at me from the front seat. She was smiling hugely.
I swallowed an imaginary lump and after a long contemplative moment, I jumped in the back seat, nearly hitting my head on the cover rail above.
"COOL TO FINALLY MEET you,” the girl said. “Officially, anyway. I’m Zia.” Her teeth were bright white as if she left a whitening strip on too long. Her eyelashes were thick and black as coal; her skin creamy and flawless.
The clear picture of her face blinked out as the driver got in and shut his door, turning off the interior light.
Introductions were important, but I was expecting explanations first. For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. I heard Zia’s name in the back of my mind, but my awareness hadn’t caught up to it yet. I studied the three guys, the driver who looked the oldest and had a short, black mohawk. The smallest who sat behind the driver near the door seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face. And the one sitting on the other side of me against the passenger door, he was the one who put my bike in the back. He was gorgeous, a little rough around the edges, but so gorgeous that I had to pull my eyes off him so he wouldn’t notice my investigation had turn into gawking. His skin was lightly tanned, his hair black with a messy short cut and longer on top. His dark eyes instantly pulled me in to some kind of abyss, which I recognized right away as an inevitable problem.
“Thanks,” I said, turning my attention to Zia. “I was afraid you were someone else.”
The driver shifted the gear and we pulled away with a jolt. The Jeep’s top had been taken off, so it was chilly as we rode away.
Zia turned around from the front seat to face me. “William and Ashe, from the skate park?” she said, knowing.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “You know them? Who are they?”
“Brothers,” said Zia. “Don’t have any desire to know more than that, really.”
“I can see why.”
“We’re much nicer,” said Zia, “despite what the school thinks of me.”
I twisted uneasily on the seat, feeling a pang of guilt even though I had never thought badly of
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