49

Camille

Our conversation is interrupted by the loud roar of a motorcycle engine ripping through the air. The sound commands the attention of everyone around us, and we give it because motorcycles aren't allowed on this section of the campus.

There's a massive sign saying so right at the entrance of the driveway.

Despite that, the biker dressed in full black continues up the path, not caring who he's upsetting or which rule he's breaking.

Lorelai smirks when he guns the engine louder and tears up the hill like he's riding out of a Mission Impossible film.

"Someone's asking for trouble." She laughs.

"I think it's more the case of begging for it." There are a ton of badass guys who come here, but they know that the kind of trouble they'd get in with the dean or even the Pakhan isn't worth it.

This guy clearly doesn't care.

When he gets closer and I take note of his familiar muscular build, my nerves spike.

The bike stops at the edge of the hill, a little over twenty feet away from us.

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