C H A S T I T Y
Year 2010
18 years old
I grabbed the red helmet from his hand that matched his motorcycle, and stared at him angrily while he was calmly grinning at me which was so annoying, “I swear if you get me in a motorcycle accident, I will murder you. Murder. You.” I repeated saying it, while staring at him with intention.
“Oh you will, huh?” Lachlan tilted his head to the side and chuckled softly under his throat.
“A firm yes. Absolutely, a hundred percent.” I responded towards him with my chin up as Daria was next to us smirking.
“How brave of you to say so.” Lachlan smirked mischievously, focusing his green eyes on me.
Myles chuckled a bit louder, “You are both always at each other’s throats.”
“I think she is just that bored with her boring life.” Lachlan mocked.
“My
