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• Chapter 1—
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• “Thanks for coming to Starbucks, come again.” I said dryly. The guy who had just ordered a latte wrinkled his nose at me and confusedly walked off. I know what you’re thinking: you should be fired for being so melancholy at work. I don’t care. I was this way every day and I still got a job. If I was going to get a car (I’m 15), I needed to work up some money. My friend Ben said to go with stripping while my best friend Hayley said to work at Starbucks. So here I am....at Starbucks. I wearily glanced at the clock behind me. Only two minutes left till I went on my break. Thank god.
• I was ready to break camp when my manager warned me not to be late like I always was. Waving him off, I gave him a two-fingered salute and jogged out the door.  I had no clue where I was going, so I crossed the street and walked down the sidewalk. There was a gym further down and, seeing as I’m a teenage girl, I wanted to check out who was there. From the window in front, I was able to see there was a fair amount of cute guys. Some with muscle-T and gym shorts, others with plain t-shirts and sweats rolled up. Nice, I thought smirking. I continued walking down the walkway until I got to a stop sign. Suddenly, while I was minding my own business, a load roar drowned out my whistling and I looked over my shoulder.
• I froze.
• A silver Zonda Roadster F C12S 7.3, Clubsport pulled up to the line and I gawked quite noticeably. Not because of the car, but because of the guy in the shiny car. His hair was pitch black with faint gold streaks, the ends being slightly curly over a pair of caramel eyes. He had his elbow prepped up on the door and his head leaning on only two fingers. From what I could tell, he was wearing a long-sleeved burgundy shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His eyes glided over to my still frozen form and he smirked. I shut my mouth hurriedly and my cheeks flushed. Almost nonchalantly, he faced forward, revved the engine, and sped off.
• “Show off!” I yelled after him. I don’t know if he heard me or not; hopefully not. He might come back and kill me. Sneering, I shuffled my shoes and pressed on with my hands in my apron pockets.  I hated it when guys did crap like that. It was always about who had the biggest engine. Pft....as if.
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• “Hear that, Husky? The female called us show offs.” The guy noted rubbing the dog’s head. A pink, slick, tongue hung out from its mouth and it smiled. Smirking, the guy paused at the red light. Since his friend wasn’t saying anything, he paid mind to all the sounds of the city…just in case. All he could hear was the normal tire screeches, talking, pipes letting out air, etc., nothing too exciting. The light finally changed and he was about to continue driving when a cop siren and gun fires came from a few streets away. Listening carefully, he caught the police saying there was a high-speed chase and they were heading their way. Cars honked behind him, but he ignored them and got out of the car trying to hear the situation. The dog barked madly.
• “Stay here, Husky!” he demanded and took off at an outrageously fast pace. That stupid girl’s scent was too close for comfort. To make matters worse, she was in the general direction of the chase. “Damn it!” he yelled, hurdling over a crouching person.
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• Looking right and then left, I rolled onto the balls of my feet before stepping onto the street. Some cars were obviously going too fast from the way the tires screeched out of control.
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• He only had intentions of—with any luck—redirecting the cars to another direction without being noticed by the girl. That is, until he spotted her skipping out onto the road. She heard the siren and faced the cars rushing towards her. Frightened, she took a step back only to slip and fall.
• ‘Why won’t she move?!’ he thought angrily, his teeth gritting together. Now it would be utterly impossible to be undetected and save her at the same time.
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• As I sat there groaning in pain, the faint sounds of speeding footsteps neared me and someone stepped in front of my crippled form. I looked up at his back through fallen strands of hair. My eyes widened. It was that jerk from that fancy car! He had his back to me and was standing broadly. What is he doing? I thought. He held a hand out in front of him towards the car, and simply said, “Stop.”
• Was he crazy? There’s no freaking way you can stop a rocketing car by simply saying stop! He was going to get killed. I nervously glanced between him and the van, watching for any sign of second thoughts. He...he was serious! The criminals actually thought he was going to move so they went full speed just to scare him. They noticed the cold, life-less expression on his face and felt uneasy, but by the time they were a foot away from hitting us, it was too late.
• (MMMMMkkkk....ugh, im so, freaking, frustrated! Stupid, stupid, stupid, writer’s block!!! AGHHH! *bangs head on desk* anyways, plz vote and comment even though I hate this chapter *it was originally 3 pages, but I shortened it to 2...* yea, plz and thank you!~Dott)