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The wind felt strange and forceful on her flesh. It pressed against every part of her body and shook her nerves up. And it certainly didn't help the man driving the motorcycle was definitely not following the speed limit. He made the turns sharply and suddenly, leaving Clare to gasp and bury her head in his shoulder. The man would let out an echoing laugh and drive faster, hoping that if he drove fast enough, he could give the two young lovers some peace.

Her bike rested in the sidecar, the coffee juggling around. Clare grinned at the people she passed. They flew past her church and the church ladies stared at her. Their eyes were wide and scowls adorned their thick, wrinkled skin. But Clare simply laughed and let out a howl of joy. Her curly, auburn curls danced around her face and it added to the magic that was floating around her.

The motorcycle turned into the bumpy driveway, the one that led to the abandoned church. Clare felt her heart beat faster than ever before and she closed her eyes, hoping to get some peace of mind. The church held many memories, memories that were almost too hard for her to think about. The starry nights that they had spent there. The night falling slowly and the heat stood on their tongues, ready to explode. And then there was the night of passion. The wonderful, extremely painful, night of passion that...

The man cut off the engine and Clare's thoughts disappeared with the deafening noise. Clare slowly pulled back her hands that she had tightly wrapped around him. Her arms were slightly sore, but shaking it off, she jumped off, her legs unsteady.

"Was that your first ride?" The man chuckled, his laugh gritty and rich.

"No...Well, yes." She admitted, blushing.

"I figured." The man muttered and then looked at his watch, "We only have twenty minutes." He reminded her, and she gasped.

Pushing the gate open, Clare ran through the path leading to the abandoned church. The weeds wrapped around her ankles, which showed her that no one had been back there recently. Running through the door-less doorway, she twisted and turned to find a little hint of what she was looking for. What could possibly be there that she needed? Biting her lip, she walked over to the broken stone steps and sat down in frustration. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary or out of place. Everything was in place.

In anger, Clare threw her head back against the smooth rock. Gasping in pain, she began to reach up and rub her sore head, but something caught her eye. Something rested in the grass next to her.

Something red.

...An apple?

Eagerly, Clare bent down to pick it up. Underneath it, was two pieces of paper. One was blank, and the other was a scribbled note from Eli

Apparently, you found this, because you're reading this. I knew you would. I've always had faith in you, Edwards.

Enough of that corny talk, your next stop is where you started. And like I said before, don't be late. Three is the deadline to be where you started.

Good luck. I'll...be waiting.

Oh, and don't eat the apple. And I really hope that you didn't drink the coffee. That would be horrible and tragic.

Clare shook her head in amusement and folded the piece of paper nicely, wanting to keep it.

Running forward, a bit of doubt settled in her mind.

What if she didn't make it?

.

With only five minutes to spare, they began their journey to the drug store. Clare's heart beat erratically. So many thoughts rushed through her head. She didn't know what would happen if she didn't make it. The drive to the church had been fun and relaxing, but this trip, in all honesty, was hell.

With every stop sign and every red light, Clare became even more anxious.

The man driving noticed her discomfort. In fact, he could feel it in every turn of her head and every breath she took. Without caring that a policeman was directly ahead, he rushed forward. His speed well over the limit. In seconds, the siren was heard, but the man kept going. Clare simply looked backwards in shock. She felt like she was in an action movie, like Fast and furious.

"I'm going to stop in a minute and I want you to run into the drugstore, okay? We only have a couple of seconds until he catches up." The man yelled, turning on the very familiar street. The siren still followed them and it was becoming louder each second. The man began to slow down, and once he was fully froze, Clare jumped off and threw him her helmet.

Yelling a quick thank you, she rushed off into the direction of the drugstore. She pushed through the crowd of people who were waiting for the race and she finally pushed through the doors of the store. Once inside, she looked behind her to see what was happening with the man with the motorcycle.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

And the only thing left was her bike.

.

.

"Clare Edwards?" A voice droned, and Clare knew who it was instantly. Turning around to the cashier.

"Yes?" Clare gasped, still out of breath. She walked slowly to the woman, breath wasn't coming easy to her.

"Elijah Golds-something-or-other wanted me to give you some things." She said without blinking, her expression not changing. Not even a little bit. Clare expected her to pull something out, but instead, she just stared.

"What is it?" Clare said finally, looking at the clock above. One minute.

Taking her time, the woman pulled out something from her pocket. It was obviously the object that Eli had given her the previously. Clare held out her hand, and slowly, like a sloth, the woman dropped the object into Clare's hands.

The ring glinted and it looked odd on her palm. She was so used to it being gone, that she barely noticed her purity ring to be missing. Though, often, when she was alone in her room and she was thinking of Eli, her thoughts would go to that night of passion...

"He wants you to ride in the race."

Blushing furiously at her latter thoughts, Clare looked up in confusion, "You mean walk?"

"Ride."

"My bike?"

"What else?"

Clare sighed loudly and looked outside. The runners were still stretching and getting ready. And right behind them, stood her bike. Clare headed towards the door slowly. She still had no idea where she was going. But before she could open the door, the woman spoke again.

"He's going to flip your world upside down." The woman muttered, her eyes narrowing and her expression held a little bit of amusement in it.

Smiling widely, Clare pushed open the door. But before fully stepping out, she turned around to the woman.

"He already did."

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