After school hours…

Tiffany strolled slowly, her earpiece plugged in her ear, her hands dipped inside the pocket of the hoodie Zoey had lent her.

Even with the earpiece singing loudly to her ear, Tiffany’s mind was somewhere else.

Well, how would she not think about how she had loosened up to Zoey in just three days she had known her?

It was quick, yet real.

The girl was too sweet, cute, stubborn, and persistent. Of course, she had never encountered someone like her.

Still deep in thought, a power bike halted beside her with a loud screech, which made her roll her eyes and stop walking.

That bàstard riding...