S High School.
The sharp roar of an engine tore through the morning air.
A pink Harley streaked toward the school gate and made a cool emergency stop, the tires skidding slightly before coming to a perfect halt. The sound was crisp, arrogant, impossible to ignore. Dust lifted from the ground, and conversations around the gate froze mid sentence.
The girl dismounted.
As she swung her leg down, the hem of her short T-shirt rolled up slightly with the movement, revealing a soft and slender waist that looked deceptively fragile. Under her black ultra short shorts, a pair of long, fair legs stretched out effortlessly, carrying a visual impact so strong that several students forgot how to blink.
Every pair of eyes at the gate snapped toward her at the same time.
Hazel removed her gloves ca
