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Trix growled She was angry? Really? What the fuck could she be pissed about?

“I have class,” she argued, stopping abruptly

“Never stopped you before”

“Yeah, when I actually wanted to leave”

“Get on the fuckin’ bike, Bea”

“No,” she replied stubbornly

“Got your friends lookin’ out the ,” I said, glancing over her shoulder “You want theet on, or you wanna climb on without the dramatics?”

She glanced back toward the school, then started toward me with a scowl “You’re such an asshole”

I ignored her as I cli a fewover behind me We’d done this dance a thousand tiht around my middle as I fired up the bike and pulled away from the curb

It had taken years for her dad to let her ride on the back of my bike, but she’d worn hi the piece of shit truck Casper had given ot my license at sixteen, but I’d driven it often back then—for her

Fifteen ravel driveway and stopped at a large gate so Trix could unlock the pad lock and let otten a few feet inside, I was off the bike and turning toward her as she locked the gate behind us

No one except us ever used the gate at the back of the club’s property It was secluded and there was nothing much back there but trees and blackberry bushes The road stopped a hundred yards froate, probably because at some point, they’d wanted to carve a path all the way to the clubhouse, but had lost interest

“What are we doing here?” she asked, sto toward me

She was either co for a fight, because she didn’t stop until she was a foot fro up into my face

“You need birth control?” I barked, the words torn from my throat

I wanted her to tell me no As she opened and closed her mouth twice, I waited for her to tell me that she had just been curious or some shit

So, when she spoke, I had a hard ti her

“Don’t really wanna be a teenagefreaking sacred around here?”