30|I Forgot

~Rylee~

Klaus stood beside a Speed Triple, holding a ring spanner with his hands and shirt dredged with oil. My best friend Rain stood four feet from him, her Glock 43 aimed straight at Klaus’ head.

Rain was in a perfect femme fetal outfit. Black leather jacket over a black minidress, knee-high boots with her blond hair swaying as the wind blows from the Delaware River. Five steps away from her left was the gentle giant Ghost. He was in his usual shirt and jeans; his Glock 19 pointed at Rain’s temple.

I had no idea what was happening or how to appease the situation. The tension crackles in the open air, and the dried leaves on the ground might light up in fire if no one pacifies these three.

Of the three, Klaus is technically at a disadvantage. He was only holding a ring spanner, yet he appeared to have the upper hand.

Klaus tilted his head to the side, seizing up Rain. “Do I know you?”

Rain hadn’t made eye contact with me, but she had me in her peripheral vision. I don’t know why, bu