Part 8 (POV Emily)

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The loud sound of the bell fills my ears. That was the last bell of the day. Thank god. I stand up from the chair I was sitting in and grab my bag. I start to walk out the door  of the classroom and down the long hall. Halfway down the hall I stop at my locker to grab my things. As I open the locker I here someone stop behind me.

"How can I help you Justin?" I spoke with a commanding voice turning around to see none other than Justin himself.

"Well that depends Ms.Emily Treeman. What are you doing now that schools over for the day?" He said trying to sound sexy. And may I say it was working amazingly.

I strain my body to fix my posterior. I will not let this boy distract me from my responsibilities of being the gang leader. "I'm leaving Justin to meet up with my gang."

"Well then why cant I be part of this gang ." He said with a smirk across his face.

"Have you ever shot a gun." I said slamming my locker shut and walking away.

Following me down the hall he spoke. "Yea."

"Fine we have a meeting today, right now. have you ever been on a motorcycle." I said trying to be confident.

"Ummm, no have you.' He said kinda nervious. I laugh. He is so cute when he is scared.

I open the front door of the schools and walk down to the parking lot."Justin Yes , I own a motorcycle."

I walk up to my matte black bike. I swing my right leg over the bike and sit down. I put my helmet on and hand Justin one.

He looks at the helmet now in his hands then looks at me with the are you being for real look.

"Well Justin, do you want to meet the gang." I said giving him a serious look.

He didn't speak. He look at the helmet one last time and put it on. Then he hopped on the bike and put his hands on my hips.

I was shook. He is coming. "So, Ms. Emily Treeman are you gonna start the bike?" He said sounding confident. 

I don't speak. I just put the key in and start the bike. I pull out the parking lot and start to drive down the road to the woods.

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