You knew Sylvia and it was no surprise he must have found out about her sleeping around. What was his deal? You noticed his hand had the silver ring he rolled a senior for. 'What kind of drugs are you on? Or are you just stupid?' He sounded slightly pissed. He pushed up your sleeve and looked for any signs of substance abuse. He glared and removed your left arm from the handle. 'A motorcycle.' You stated like it was obvious. You watched the closest thing to a shooting star you'd ever seen crash against the ground. He took a drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. 'The hell are you on?' Dallas' blue eyes stared you down. They saw you and Soda nodded in your direction a simple greeting. You spotted Steve working on a car and Soda was outside, too. You'd been together a few times and maybe today was one of his more caring days. He threw the drink against the nearest wall and started over to you. He had a drink in his hand and a cigarette between his teeth. A boy called out your name as you passed the DX.ĭallas Winston flagged you down. It was like flirting with death in the most seductive way. The rush of wind through your hair, the warmth of the bike under you, and the feeling of freedom was like a drug to you. A motorcycle was all you really needed in your life. You had always been fascinated by the idea of motorized bikes. Sure, someone was probably going to try and get it back but you didn't care in that moment. You hadn't really thought about stealing anything before, but the beautiful black motorcycle had been leaned against the wall of an alley way. The roaring beneath you kept you focused. Please ride motorcycles and dirt-bikes with proper gear. Warnings: Motorcycle riding without gear is mentioned, distracted driving, and slightly sexual actions.

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