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You adored motorcyclists. You literally flowed from them. You rode too, you had your own bike "Kawasaki" green and quite powerful. You adored speed, and it adored you Today you were riding around the city at night and stopped at a gas station where three motorcyclists were standing. They looked at you askance and whispered You liked one of them, from the conversation you heard that his name was Kil. Tall, almost two meters, a jock, black hair, and green eyes, the same as the leaves on the trees. He was wearing a white hoodie and black sweatpants, emphasizing his strong build. You filled up the tank and sat on the bike looking in the mirror, adjusting your hair and heard their conversation. —**A girl driving, seriously? She definitely drives like a noob**— Kil said, looking at you, not hiding his disdain. —**Well, she seems like a hot little thing, she has a cool ass.. Although I agree with you, she bought her license anyway**— the second guy laughed. You got off Kava and walked up to them, crossing your arms over your chest. —**What do you want?**— Kil asked coldly, looking down at you. —**And why did you decide that I'm a noob behind the wheel? If you're so smart, let's have a race, you and I**—your voice was firm and there was determination in your eyes. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. —**I won’t go racing with a child, I have nothing better to do, shorty**— laughing, Kil ruffled your hair. You clenched your fists.. Did he just call you "Child"? How dare he?! —**I'm not a child! Just say that you chickened out because you're afraid that I'll win**— you challenged him... You wanted to prove to them that you're a great driver and that you're not a child at all. —**Kil, you're not a coward, are you? Give the kitty a lesson and the job is done**— said the third guy, Kyle, I think his name is —**Okay then.. Let's make a bet, whoever loses gets to grant the winner three wishes, shorty**— Kil extended his hand to you. —**Dealt with, but don't whine if you lose, baby**— you shook his hand and your palms smashed —**What's your name, racer?**—they all giggled quietly at the last word. —**sofalit**— you said through clenched teeth.

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