"May I kiss your forehead, Crimson?" She doesn't recoil or say a word, so I press my lips gently against her forehead. It's a tender and fleeting moment, but it fills me with a warmth that I can't explain.
"Just because a relationship has an expirat...
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DREXEL GENESIS
One of the outstanding emotions I feel right now is pure rage, as I see not only Ayla but also Crimson on the racing grounds. Nothing can go worse than seeing the two girls right here at The Abandoned Bridge at midnight.
Add the cops and a garbage dumpster and you get the perfect combo.
Individuals stumble and collide with one another in a mad scramble to escape the blaring police sirens, causing the atmosphere to reverberate with the clamour and chaos of the commotion.
I catch sight of the three boys ahead of me as they hurried to assist the girls who had tumbled into the dumpster. I try to navigate my way through the frenzied throngs of people, accidentally colliding with someone and jolting my shoulder in the process.
I grunt when I look up to see the seething face of Ken, John Grater's right-hand man. "Watch where you are going, boy! I rather have knocked your face and made you blind so you cannot race for life!" he manages to say despite the outbreak.
"As long as I live, your boss' son or any other racer you put in to race with me will be pathetically destroyed by me. Just like today. The Ferals have nothing on me," I smirk deviously as he is held by his two other lackeys when he tries to come onto me. "The cops are here, come on, let's go."
I don't turn back to entertain them any further as I make my way toward my friends.
By the time I reach them barely alive, the boys had already helped the two girls out. Luckily, the rusty dumpster was just empty and old. Archer has busted his pipes as he rebukes angrily at an annoyed Ayla. I fasten my steps towards Crimson, who is dusting herself off quickly with the aid of Zeke.
In contrast to Archer, my concern overrides my anger. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Crimson's honey-brown eyes find mine, "No, just some small scratches."
Good, I can give her a piece of my mind later. But first of all, we should scram.
"Come with me, Crimson and Jed. Zeke can take Archer and Ayla in his car. Hurry, before we get caught!" I urge frantically, seizing Crimson's arm and darting towards my car with the two of them in tow. However, Crimson suddenly bellows, "Wait!"
"What? What's the problem?"
I gaze on in a state of disarray as Ayla sprints towards us, pursued by Archer, who is flailing his arms wildly like a crazed man. "Where the hell are you running off to, woman? Come back here!" he yells furiously. Ayla promptly grabs Crimson's arm and shouts back, "Meet us further ahead at the driveway!" before hastening away with Crimson, who looked around anxiously.
I clutch my hair in exasperation, "Jed, follow the girls. Archer, go back with Zeke, FAST!" Archer yells in frustration and runs back with Jed to their vehicle barely escaping one police officer who almost got them with his black baton.
