May rode across the road, with a nostalgic feeling tickling inside of her. She sensed her phone vibrating against her pocket, with one hand she accepted the call. An ear pod was attached to her left ear making it easier for her to answer the call.
"What?"
"I am on my way," she told the caller. And then, the call was over as she took off the ear piece casually dropping it inside her motorcycle compartment.
Entering the bustling street, she circled over, slowing down and then turned to the opposite direction which had less people moving around.
Slower than usual, she navigated through alleys and corners of the street. Reaching to the fourth one, she heard a loud crash sound. Initially, she considered ignoring It but on a second thought, she decided to move back to the direction of the sound.
There, she witnessed a boy pulling up his bicycle after being harassed by four roughly dressed boys.
She observed as one of the boys, with spiked hair, kicked the boy's bicycle causing him to fall. Despite the rough treatment, the boy stood up without showing any sign of pain. The other boy kicked the bicycle again, but the boy remained unfazed
Remembering the words of her mentor, May understood the importance of not stooping to the level of aggressors though, she doesn't have that endurance.
"Endure it, provoke them and strike hard when least expected. They would be too stunned to strike back. With losses sustained, they had already lost"
"Was he following this strategy?" May wondered.
Confident and unafraid, the boy did not retaliate against his tormentors. Impressed by his composure, May revved up her motorcycle and sped towards the group to intervene.
On a closer look, she saw the boy's features. What fascinated her the most wasn't the boy's black brown hair but his hazel colored eyes with a compliment of silvergray light. As she stared at him, the boy stared back blankly.
And then, she turned back to the infuriated hooligan spitting out incoherent words. Her lips curled up to a sinister smirk and with her powerful headlight suddenly turned on, she zoomed towards him. However, the youth needed no one to remind him before he took off.
*
Stellan on reaching the store saw his grandma trying to carry a large basket filled with fruits, quickly parked the motorcycle against the wall. Rushing inside, he scolded "Granny, the doctor had already warned you to avoid carrying heavy load,"he snatched the basket away, taking it inside and reappearing several seconds later.
"Hey, you are just coming back. The sun is about to set, I need to put them inside,"his grandmother, an average height woman of early seventies with neatly combed sparse gray hairs sprouting on her head.
"What happened?" His grandma asked with furrowed eyebrows.
As Stellan raised his hand to scratch his head in contemplation of what to say, his grandmother let out a scream grabbing his hand.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
"I was in a rush, so I fell down. I can't even find the money for the vegetables," Stellan lied with a straight face.
"Oh, forget about the money. How many times have I told you to always be careful when riding your bicycle? You are about to enter college and you can't even listen eh?"
"Granny, I was wrong. It is nightfall already, let's pack our things,"
"You are trying to change the subject. Just pack, but I am not done with you yet," his grandma said, carrying in some fruits inside the store.
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Mafia Girl, Cool Girlfriend
RomansA mafia-like girl finally returning to her fatherland happened to save a boy, who was harassed by hoodlums. Unexpectedly, they got to attend the same college. Crescendo, a private and prestigious college mainly for the high-class. The boy, who was f...
