A hush fell over the engineering students as Scarlett walked in. Her sheer, low-cut dress hugged her curves. Her mystery was tantalizing.
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******** the song ended
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She threw on her solid black helmet carelessly and flung a leg over her motorcycle.
Shooting one last deathly glare at Coal, she slipped her leather jacket over her shoulders with a shrug.
"You coming?"
In the dim lighting outside the club, a smirk tugs at Coal's mouth.
"Nah, I know you'll handle this."