Chapter VIII: The Face-Off

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Amethyst:

I heard Riley laughed beside me so I shrugged his arm and punched it lightly. I opened my eyes. The silhouette turned to a visible appearance of a man in leather jacket and black denim pants. He was running towards us. Riley immediately took a hand and covered his mouth. I glanced at the man in leather jacket and stared at him in disbelief. Logan Princeton. Being face to face with Logan Princeton seemed impossible but here he is now, less than 1 meter away from me. I can't afford to close my mouth. I was so wonderstruck. I followed his gaze and saw that his eyes shifted to the motorcycle.

I heard voices screaming in anger probably around 5 meters away from us. Logan shook his head and looked at me, then at Riley.

"Hey man, may I borrow your motorcycle?" He asked as he took the helmet from my hands and rode the motorcycle. Riley and I were too stunned to speak. Our mouths were left hanging open. Without any answer, Logan muttered, "Thanks." and drove off.

Just like that, Logan is gone. And Riley's motorcycle is gone.

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