what have i gotten myself into?

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Days had passed, you and Alex became the closest of friends

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Days had passed, you and Alex became the closest of friends. Whenever you were on call with him, your mood lifted.

You clenched on the warm, soft sheets. It was 11pm and you were about to drift off into sleep.
Your phone lighted up and a harsh buzz let out. You thought of It as nothing, and you shut your eyes. Your phone started to light up, the endless heavy vibrations finally got to you. Infuriated, you got up and checked your phone. It was Alex.
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alex: Y/N
alex: Y/N
alex: Y/N
alex: Y/N
alex:Y/N

y/n: shut up

alex: i'm outside ur dorm, come out :]
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You were drowsy and annoyed. Since It was Friday, you figured that you'd go. You took your phone and dragged yourself outside. You see a man on a motorcycle heading your way, you squinted and tilt your head in confusion. The motorcycle was brought to a sudden stop, right in front of you. You slowly backed away in fear.

"Who are you exactly?"

The man removed his helmet, It was Alex. He giggled.

"Y/N! You wanna take a ride on my new motorcycle?"

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"Y/N! You wanna take a ride on my new motorcycle?"

You let out a big sigh. "Alex, It's too late."

"Hmph." Without a warning, he placed the helmet on your head. He lifted your hands and clenched onto them.

"Pleasee?"

You rolled your eyes and hopped on the back of the motorcycle. You knew how irresponsible Alex could be, so you were anxious.

"Fine. You better not be responsible for my death."

Alex hopped on, giggling. he wriggled the grip of the motorcycle and the motorcycle sputtered. He turns around, and he let out an evil smirk.

"Ready?"

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