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Chapter 8

  • I playfully punched Kenneth's shoulder after I turned to face him. He chuckled and ruffled my blonde hair, making me groan. "Filling up an empty stomach, are we?"
  • "Certainly so," I said.
  • The woman behind the counter called my order and I picked the tray up. We walked to an unoccupied table and sat down. I picked up an onion ring and ate it, watching as Kenneth drank what was left of his drink.
  • "I started training the nerd today."
  • "Chase? How was it?" he asked in interest.
  • "He has some good reflexes, plus he learns quite fast. I kind of expected a little less, at least," I said.
  • He nodded in understanding, and I kept eating my food while creating small talk. I was done with my food in about ten minutes while Kenneth played with the straw of his drink. Without waiting for him, I picked my tray up and walked to the trash can. I threw the garbage away and headed to the door, hearing footsteps coming up behind me. I didn't even bother to turn around since I already knew who it was.
  • "You were never one to wait, were you?" Kenneth asked after he threw his cup away.
  • I only laughed a little and walked out the door, him following suit. We went over to where my ride was parked at. I picked up the helmet and shuffled it from hand to hand, leaning against my bike. "Where is Dan?"
  • "She's at her house, being a nerd." He chuckled and stood in front of me. I smiled, knowing that he was totally right. The smile got smaller when I noticed that his behavior changed a little. He looked a little nervous, his hand reaching the back of his neck. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
  • "You just did." I raised an eyebrow.
  • "Smart-ass." He rolled his eyes then sighed. "It's a serious question."
  • I nodded warily at this, stopping the shuffling of the helmet, and keeping it still in one hand.
  • He didn't look at me as he asked the question, staring at the building instead. "Have you heard anything about your father?"
  • My shoulders tensed; my eyes became hard as I heard the question. Kenneth looked like he regretted the question immediately, looking at me with pity. Images of what I thought that man looked like flashed through my head. The small smile I had recently suddenly turned into a frown, and my eyes narrowed suspiciously. "No, and I don't care anymore."
  • "Sorry," he muttered awkwardly.
  • "You know that I don't like talking about him, so why do you ask?"
  • "Just curious, I guess..." He shrugged.
  • I wanted to ask more, but the ringing of my phone interrupted me. I picked it up and swiped right to answer, not even bothering to look at the caller ID. "What?" I asked on the phone.
  • "How dare you 'what' me? You were supposed to be in the house twenty minutes ago! What are you even doing?" my mother's angered tone answered me.
  • "Eating," was my vague answer. This seemed to anger her more since she started cursing and telling me about how bad junk food was for me and how I would lose my figure if I kept eating like that. I snorted since we both knew that I had a better figure than her. "Relax, Mother, at least I do my best to keep myself in shape."
  • In the corner of my eye, I saw Kenneth covering his mouth in amusement.
  • "Young lady, you come over to the house right this instant! I won't tolerate your disrespectfulness anymore. You have fifteen minutes."
  • "Oh, did I forget to mention that I was going to stay at Kenneth's house? My bad. But I'll still go there to pick up my stuff. See you!" I didn't wait for her to answer as I finished the call. I gave Kenneth a sheepish smile as I placed the phone in my back pocket.
  • He raised an eyebrow at me, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And since when are you staying over?"
  • "Since I said so." I winked. I pulled the helmet over my head and strapped it securely under my chin. I got on the bike and turned to him, looking him in the eye through my visor. "I'll see you in about an hour."
  • He shook his head with a small smile then nodded before heading over to his car. I placed the key in the ignition and turned, making the engine roar to life. I sped up into the street and stopped at a red light, taking a quick look at the time on my phone. I noticed that I still had about twenty minutes until my mother got out of the shower, so I decided that I would take a little detour. I turned right when the light turned green instead of going left toward my house.
  • I slowly increased the speed until I spotted the entrance to an empty field. I came to a stop right in front of it, smiling as I revved the engine. The bike sped up into the field, making some dirt fly behind me. I drifted occasionally, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and laughed out loud. After about three minutes, I decided that I had enough fun and started going back out where I came from.
  • Before I could reach the exit, however, another bike came toward me.
  • I immediately turned to avoid colliding, but I lost my grip and fell to the ground. My ride fell about twenty feet in front of me as I finished rolling. My head screamed in protest each time it would hit the ground. I hissed a little and slowly stood up, my head snapping to where the other person stood at. Furious, I took my helmet off and threw it on the dirt. "What in the actual hell? Don't you know how to drive, you jerk?"
  • The owner of the other bike slowly walked toward me, taking the helmet off in the process. I inspected myself to make sure I didn't have any fatal bruises. The person now stood about three feet away from me and I looked up to meet a pair of green eyes. A very familiar pair of green eyes, to say the least. He smirked at me, tilting his head to the side tauntingly. "Oh, I sure know how to ride my bike."
  • "Bryce." I hissed.
  • "Amelia. Long time no see."
  • "What do you want?" I spat with some venom lacing my tone.
  • "Oh my, such hostility. You hurt me, Lily." He feigned hurt. I simply scoffed and rolled my eyes, picking up my helmet from the ground. I decided to ignore him and just headed back to my ride. "Come on, Amelia. We both know you miss us...come back."
  • I tensed at his words, remembering very well what happened three years ago. The mistakes I made and the bad decisions I took in order to find my father. What I had to do in order to become a...leader. "I left for a reason. I'm not going back to you guys."
  • "Amelia, we need our leader—our boss. We're lost without you."
  • "Well, isn't that a pretty little lie right there?" I scoffed and turned around to face him. "Quit with the fiction and just leave me alone. You are the leader now; you don't need me."
  • He sighed then reached into his back, taking out something very familiar. I glared at him as he held it firmly in his hand. His demeanor turned serious while clicking his tongue in disappointment. "Don't make me do this the hard way."
  • "There is no 'hard' way. I already said no, so put that gun away and be on your way." I seethed. "Accept the fact that I'm not your leader anymore and that I won't be joining you ever again."
  • After saying that, I turned around and went to put my helmet back on. I started to walk over to my bike but was stopped by something—or rather someone--pulling at the back of my crop top. That made me lose my balance and land on my bum, losing my grip on my helmet. I felt the cold metal of the barrel on the back of my head.
  • "I asked you nicely, Amelia."
  • "We both know that you are not going to pull the trigger."
  • "Oh, aren't I?" He pressed the gun farther into my skull.
  • Instead of answering, I grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw it at his face. He cursed loudly as I stood up, his grip on the gun faltering. I kicked the gun out of his hand while he coughed and spat dirt out of his mouth. Before he could make a move, I quickly snatched the gun from the ground and tucked it safely on my waistband before getting into my fighting stance.
  • "Dirt, seriously? Couldn't you be any more creative than that?" he asked in bewilderment.
  • "Oops, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would bother you to be bathed in what you are," I said, feigning innocence.
  • His jaw visibly tensed, and he clenched his fists by his side. Having enough of him, I made the first move and sent a kick towards his face, but he quickly dodged to the side. Taking this as an opportunity, I brought the same leg down, hitting him square on the shoulder quite hard.
  • He hissed quietly and grabbed my leg, twisting it rather painfully, making me wince. I jumped and used my free leg to kick him in the chest as hard as I could, making him let go of my leg.
  • I fell backward, yet again, and rolled to the side when I saw that his fist was about to make contact with my face.
  • Hopping back on my feet, I didn't turn in time to dodge his next move. His fist connected with my side, and I groaned silently. I gave him a roundhouse kick, successfully hitting his ribs, and soon followed it with a punch to the jaw.
  • "Didn't your mom teach you not to hit girls?" I asked after he punched my jaw back. I spat some blood and glared at him.
  • "I'm pretty sure you're not a girl." Bryce spat as well.
  • I rolled my eyes and watched how he charged at me, but I simply brought my knee up, striking him exactly where the sun didn't shine. "True that. After all, I have more balls than you ever did," I said and watched how he kneeled on the ground and wheezed.
  • Glancing at my phone, I noticed I had only four minutes until my mother exited the shower. I cursed under my breath and quickly grabbed my helmet, putting it on and getting my bike. I didn't waste any time speeding out of the field. I went thirty over the speed limit, ignoring the annoyed honks and the soreness of my body.
  • Once close to my house, I slowed down to a stop at a fair distance and quickly ran toward it. Sneaking through the back, I climbed the tree and opened my window. I made as little noise as possible as I jumped inside the bedroom. Taking a duffel bag from under my bed, I opened it and threw some clothes inside, including the gun I had on my waistband. Hearing the faucet of the shower being closed, I threw my brush and toiletries inside in a hurry. I threw the bag back under the bed and closed my window before laying down on the floor and rolling under the bed myself.
  • I sucked in a deep breath just in time to hear the door to my room opening.
  • "Amelia Elizabeth Clark!" my mother growled while stepping foot inside my room. I stayed quiet as I saw her feet walking around, then checked the window, before sighing. "I swear this kid will be the death of me." She huffed in annoyance and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
  • I smirked then rolled out from under the bed. Grabbing the duffel bag, I then opened my window before jumping out onto the tree and closing it back again. Climbing down successfully, I ran back toward my bike and made my way to Kenneth's with a triumphant smile plastered on my face.