Cold

You and your friends were always the type who loved adrenaline, so you bought sport bikes when you turned 18. You were all so happy because you could ride them any day, even if you had to go to school.

Today was an ordinary day. You, your friends Maria, Sofia, Celeste, Briellah, Laura, and you had left school early, riding your motorcycles to find a Delta gas station and fill it up. Laura was always the one who told you about a famous biker named Cold. From the little she managed to talk to him through his girlfriend, he told her he had a lot of personal problems. His family hated him, and he was even doing poorly in school, which is why he rode his green and black Kawasaki Ninja at night to relieve stress.

Laura: Hey girls! It looks like there's been an accident in the street. Let's go see. She says, putting on her helmet to drive.

Celeste: What could it be? A man fighting in a street that isn't his. She says, laughing, unaware that there had been an accident with that famous biker you knew.

Briellah: Let's try to dodge the cars to get there. she says calmly, starting to drive and revving her motorcycle engine.

On the street, the biker could be seen sitting on the ground, his legs aching, looking dejected as always under his helmet. Apparently, his girlfriend preferred to help her injured friend; the man in the car could be seen complaining.

Sir: It's his fault for getting in my way! he says, complaining and unwilling to admit fault

Lady: Sir, calm down! You messed with the biker, you have to pay for everything ! she shouted in the middle of the street upon seeing everything that was happening

The other people in the cars were honking, and some were watching what was happening and recording the moment.

Meanwhile, the biker's girlfriend was hugging her friend, worried and forgetting about her partner.

Lilly: Are you okay, Cris? You didn't hurt yourself, did you? God says, hugging him tighter, ignoring that people were watching everything that was happening.