Colliding with Fate (Published under Pop Fiction)

Tangled Mess

First, I want to say thank you for being patient with me. I appreciate you. Really.

Second, I'm really sorry. It's been months :( I will post the next chapter on Wednesday!

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter <3 and for those who are wondering, KY is pronounced as Kai. But some of my friends call him Kei Wai, Ki, Key. It's your choice ;) happy reading!

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With the loud beating of my heart, I didn't notice that Kyle is holding my hand as we run to the parking lot.

I'm surprised when he continues and we round the corner towards the motorcycle area.

I'm even more dumbfounded when we stop in front of a black dangerous looking two-wheel vehicle.

I take a step back when he gets a key from his pocket.

I swallow the lump in my throat. Don't tell me. . .

"Where did you get this motorcycle?"

"Now's not the time to ask questions," he says.

Did Kyle steal it? I basically saw him driving a car before, not a motorcycle.

"Where?" I repeat.

"I rent it."

"Where?"

"You have so many questions!" he says furiously as he looks back to the way we came in. "Just hop on before they catch up on us."

I'm afraid to look back, but I can hear the loud footsteps coming towards us.

Paparazzi. No wonder they are called annoying buzzing mosquitos in Italy.

"Elle!"

"I've never ridden a motorcycle before," I say hesitantly.

"It's like riding a bicycle."

Biting my lip, I whisper, "I don't even know how to ride a bike."

"You're impossible", he mutters.

"Sorry."

"If you're too afraid, let's just run", he says, rolling his eyes. "They are coming."

"What?"

Whipping around, I find three men running toward us, snapping pictures with their gigantic cameras. I turn around quickly before they can capture my face. I can't let them take a picture of us.

Mom told me not to ride in a motorcycle because it's dangerous. But do I have a choice? It's either get caught by crazy paparazzi, or get killed in a motorcycle accident.

Without further thinking, I say, "Let's go!"

Kyle raises his eyebrow.

I gesture at his deadly vehicle.

He grins and hands me a helmet. I watch him as he puts his own helmet on his head. When he's done, he takes my helmet and secures it on my head. I try not to look in his eyes. I try not to watch the sweat dripping on his forehead. He is obviously tensed, no matter how calm he looks. Meanwhile, I can't even breathe properly with the short distance between us.

I can't help but wonder why he has two helmets.

And this motorcycle. . .

Did he rent it, along with the additional helmet, thinking he will ride on it with Charlie?

"What are you waiting for?" Kyle asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

I didn't even notice he's already starting it.