Bab 35: Chapter 35 - Wet

*Sydney Roswell’s POV*

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I’m panting, perspiring cold sweats, and panicking when I have tried to rev the motorbike, yet it won’t.

“Syd, just leave it and run for your life!” OJ anxiously suggested while keeping on looking for any signs of the person chasing me.

“No, Adam will kill me.” I retorted and went down from it to begin pushing it to the highway.

Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone running after me.

When we were about somewhere on a slope, going down, I hopped on the bike to try to make it start, yet it still won’t, and I presume it has no gas.

“I’m going to choke him. He’s a f*cking mechanical engineer, but he can’t fix the freaking fuel gauge of his bike? Ridiculous! And he didn’t even tell me.” I ranted as I had opened the tank only to see that it was empty, yet the indicator says it’s half full.