2.5 months later.

After the summer holidays ended, the empty hallways of Williams High were now filled with indistinct chatter and loads of students. It was like a hollow place had just regenerated with life. Students were forming small groups, exchanging high fives and girls were hugging each other like a long lost sister.

The first day of the school was always the absolute best for watching people. The freshmen are cornered at one side as if they had been transported to another planet. Sophomores were celebrating for successfully making a year in Williams high, Juniors running around like crazy while cheerfully bantering back and forth for becoming the part of upper echelon and seniors had their own swag. Their aura of superiority was on full display.

In every few meters, a small group was formed. Girls were wearing their best outfit and makeup to impress boys and boys being boys gave them an approving or disapproving look as per their mood. Muttering grew louder and louder as they chat.

'yeah, I know what you did last summer, etcetera etcetera.'

Amy Clark drove her motorbike from her home to school. The drive was about 20 minute but her second-hand motorbike delayed her drive for another five or ten minutes. Her father who was a mechanic purchased it from one of his regular customers because the owner was looking forward to purchasing a new model. Thus, he sold it to him and later her father changed the tires, battery and recolored it. But for Amy old is old, not gold.

However, the cheap model sometimes proved to be helpful when Amy was in the run from police after breaking silly traffic rules just for the sake of trying to be cool. But it didn't save her from paying fine or apologizing when she was caught later.

The moment Amy reached the Williams high, her eyes caught the sight of a shiny black Ducati parked at her parking space. For 8 months that place was reserved for her. Her space. In Williams High, everybody has its own area to park their vehicles and everyone was habitual at parking in their spaces only. She drove stopped her bike next to the Ducati and hopped out.

It was her first day so, like the rest of the world, she was also dressed in the best possible way. Right now, she was wearing a red tank top draped with a newly purchased second grade denim jacket. She paired it with black jeans and shoes. Half of her hairs was pulled into a bun and dark golden locks escaping all over. Her makeup was not heavy, but like a simple high schooler.

A boy came and gave Amy the look to park her bike somewhere else as it was his place but Amy barked at him for seeing him kissing a girlfriend's best friend in last year's talent show. The boy without making a noise scooted off.

Amy then looked around the ground, trying to find the owner of an expensive bike but none looked rich. Her mind now raced with ideas and began to wonder too whether to push the bike on the ground or remove the tiny bolt of it or puncture both the tires to teach whoever it was a lesson.

She flipped her golden locks behind her back, rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and kneel down after choosing to the third option so the owner had to drag his bike to the motorbike service center with a deflated tire.

But before her hand had even touched the tires, Scott appeared.

"What are you doing, Ams?"

She looked up and shot him a fuming look for interrupting in the middle of her plan. She then got up to her feet and crossed her hands.

"I am going to puncture this bike." She answered him.

"Are you serious?" Scott asked, shockingly.

Amy smirked. "Watch me." And with that, she again bends back on her knees and began examining the tires. After that, she pulled out a small bike repairing kit from her backpack. Her father gave it her 8 months ago in case of emergency repairing. So whenever her bike broke down, Amy instantly repaired it.

Twirling the small valve stem tool under her fingers she began her work while Scott stood there, watching it bewildered. Amy removed the valve core by simply sliding the slotted end into the stem and began unscrewing the core in the counter-clockwise direction.

"What the hell are you doing?" Growled a voice behind Amy. She immediately withdrew her hand and jerked her head up to see who the person was.