You struggled to get out of his grip, as he pulled you out the door. "Let me go! I can walk home by myself!" you shouted him, anger rushing through your veins. "But I don't want to have my grandfather mad at me after he told me to bring you home." Jimin said with a smirk. You scoffed at him. "How stubborn can this boy be?" you muttered. He bent down to eye level with you. "As stubborn as I want to be." he said with an obnoxious grin. You looked away in disgust, "Whatever, I'm goin' home. Don't follow me." "You want a lift?" he said cocking an eyebrow. You ignored him, and kept on walking. "Come on, it'll be fun!" he said, but you kept walking. He sighed, "I'm pretty sure you're the one that's stubborn." he muttered. "What did you just say?" you asked, turning around to face him. "Oh, nothing." he said, trying to lie. "You suck at lying, you know that?" you sighed, "It is pretty late. I guess you could take me. But don't get any ideas!" "I won't, I won't." he said, smirking. He gave you a helmet, and you got on. You always liked riding on motorcycles, it always thrilled you, but when he drove you didn't like it at all. He made a whole bunch of sharp turns, and drove past traffic really fast, too fast. A really sharp turn was coming up, and he was going super fast, so you tightened your grip around him. You felt him chuckle a little, and got angry. When you arrived home, you got off and said, "I'm never riding with you again." He smirked and said, "Were you scared? Was that your first time on a motorcycle?" You scoffed, "Of course not! You were just taking really sharp turns, and going way to fast! It's dangerous!" He laughed, and eye smiled, "Ok, sure. Whateveryou say, 'good girl'." You sighed, "Whatever, I got to go. I hope I don't see you tomorrow, 'bad boy'."
Authors note: Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted anything for a while, and that this part is so short. School is just really stressful, and I haven't had free time in a while. :( Again, I'm really sorry! The next part will hopefully be longer! Love you guys, and thanks for the support!~😘
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The Ultimate Race
Hayran KurguYou run as fast as you can, sweat dripping from your face, onto your neck. The sun glaring down on the on the ground, as you push off with your feet and move with quickness.
