Thorne POV
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I'm not sure when was the last time I rode my bike at this speed.
With this urgency, like I was chasing to live.
And I'm so f*****g angry, that I want to tear skin and see blood to calm myself.
I'm not sure which exact words off her little mouth turned me this wild.
This is mad.
But I know this much, everything about her drunk state did.
She must not even be allowed to drink.
She's eighteen, still a school kid.
Who should focus on her studies like a good one.
But that didn't stop me from claiming her.
So I don't question the right here
I make my way through the crowd.
It's a typical weekend crowd, filled with drunken and sweaty bodies all over the room.
Who gives no f***s to anyone.
The crowd is from west Fallon.
And I surely give a f**k
I look at few
