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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
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A WIDE, JOYFUL GRIN ADORNS Charlotte's features as she turns the black leather steering wheel sharply to the left. The car's tires squeal against the asphalt as it turns the corner. Her best friends, who were not expecting the manoeuvre, slam into their respective sides of the car and grunt in pain. "What the fuck?" one of them calls out incredulously.
She locks eyes with the boy in the rear-view mirror as she retorts, "Scott, you said go faster. I'm going faster!"
As she makes another abrupt turn, Stiles and Scott once again, collide with the sides of the car. "Yeah, but not this fast!" the werewolf yells.
"Oh, come on. I finally get to live out my GTA fantasy." She grins. "Shut the hell up, McCall."
Slamming her foot down on the gas pedal, the girl glances in the side mirrors to realise that their pursuers are alarmingly close behind. The Camaro's engine revs, and the vehicle suddenly shoots forward. Scott's hand flies up and he clings to the panic rail situated on the roof. Stiles, whose eyes are wide with adrenaline, exclaims from beside her, "Oh, fuck yeah!"
