Chapter six:
(your p.o.v.)
"Hey girl what you runnin' for?" they said sounding very close to me. I was panting so much, and running in heels was killing my feet. I suddenly felt someone grab my arm when they roughly turned me around to face them.
"Let go of me, LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled trying to get out of their grip. But that seemed to turn them on. One of them began to try and pull my purse away from me, and I immediately slapped him across the face, and tried yet again to run away, but they wouldn't let me go.
"Look boys we've caught a bad bitch" said whom I assumed to be the leader of the group. The three of them laughed at me, as looked at them in disgust.
"HELP HELP!!" I screamed louder than I had probably ever screamed in my life. I was in so much pain as the two guys who were holding me down pulled my arms behind my back, keeping me completely immobile. Then out of nowhere I saw a motorcycle come up quickly towards us.
"Hey, leave her alone" the guy riding the motorcycle yelled out. The guy was wearing all black, buckles grazed his legs, and his hips; he was wearing a motorcycle style jacket which also contained buckles. His black hair was long and extremely curly; he looked like a total badass. The three guys holding me seemed to be in shock that someone had caught them, or they either knew the man riding the motorcycle, I don't know, but I did notice that they loosened their grip on me.
"Come on girl, I'll take you home" said this savior of a motorcycle guy. I broke free from their grip and immediately ran towards the bike. I looked at the guy on the motorcycle, his face was sweet and welcoming as he flashed a gorgeous smile at me... Damn, this guy is really sexy. I hopped on the back of his motorcycle and told him where I lived, and we were off.
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I'll Show You Who's Bad
Fiksi PenggemarYou are a senior at Duxton High who ends up falling in love with Daryl Michael Jackson, the class nerd, after you see him out of school in what he likes to call "his personality expressive appearance"