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Jacob stood in front of Bella, a playful grin on his face. "Are you scared?" he asked, teasingly, as Bella prepared to mount the bike. Priscilla sat on a nearby rock, the book Dead Poets Society resting in her lap, her eyes darting nervously between Bella and Jacob. She felt a surge of anxiety; every time Bella climbed onto the bike, it set off a flurry of thoughts in her head about safety and control.
"I'm not," Bella replied firmly, her voice steady as she straddled the bike, aiming it down a dirt road. Priscilla's heart raced, imagining all the potential disasters.
"Brake? Clutch? Right. Gas? You ready?" Jacob quickly went through the motions, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. Bella nodded, and Jacob kick-started the bike.
"Slowly... release the clutch." Bella followed his instructions, the bike inching forward, and Jacob cautiously stepped back, anticipation growing as she moved forward another inch, then another, gaining a little speed. Priscilla's grip tightened on her book, her breathing quickening as she watched Bella approach a corner.
"Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!" Bella yelled, panic rising in her voice as she felt the bike lurch beneath her.
"Hit the brake!" Jacob shouted, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and concern. Priscilla stood up abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest, as Bella lost control and collided with a pile of rocks, tumbling off the bike.
Jacob quickly hopped on his bike, racing over to Bella with an adrenaline-fueled thrill in his chest. Priscilla, unable to sit still, shut her book and sprinted after them, her thoughts spiraling. What if Bella was hurt? What if she needed help? The 'what-ifs' swirled in her mind like a storm.
"I want to go again," Bella muttered, brushing herself off despite the blood trickling down her forehead.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Priscilla blurted, her voice laced with worry as she examined Bella's injury, her heart racing at the sight of blood.
"I want to go again," Bella repeated stubbornly.
"No. Forget it. No more bikes. You need to take care of that head," Jacob insisted.
"Ow," Bella winced as Jacob pressed his shirt against her forehead, making her wince even more.
"Yeah," Jacob said softly, glancing between the two girls.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry," Bella murmured, her voice low.
"What? You're apologizing for bleeding?" Jacob replied, surprised.
"Yeah, I guess I am," Bella said, her tone almost sheepish.
"Well, it's just blood, Bella. No big deal." Jacob stood up and lifted his shirt over his head, causing Priscilla's eyes to widen in shock. She quickly looked away, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
