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Stuck With The Bikers

Good girls and Bikers don't mix just like oil and water don't mix. Nothing similar, nothing in common, just different worlds and personalities. But what if they cross paths and end up having an inexplicable and perfect chemistry? Carl and Adrian are the two most popular bikers and rivals in college, each with a unique personality. Amanda is a medical student—intelligent, introverted, and a bit of a nerd. One night at a club, Amanda, in her drunken state, kissed Carl and accidentally broke his phone. To make amends, Carl asks her to work at his motorcycle club to cover the repair costs. What happens when Carl, who has always been distant and uninterested in women, finds himself falling for her? Adrian placed a bet with his friend to win her heart and ditch her at the end but what happens when he starts getting infatuated with her? Watch how a nerdy Amanda draws the attention of two rugged famous bikers who are rivals in college. She discovers some secrets in her entanglement with them and learns about her past, but when she crosses paths with new enemies as a result of being with the bikers, will she end it all or endure the hardships just to be with them? In this gripping tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, Amanda navigates a treacherous path where the stakes are high and the price of forgiveness may be their very survival…
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Chapter 3

“Wake up, sleepyhead! Knowing the scene I made at a party yesterday while intoxicated would keep me up much beyond midnight if I were you.” Melanie said, opening the curtains and the rays from the morning sun seeped through the room, causing Amanda to squint. She sat up on the bed, yawning, with her mouth wide open. She stretched in satisfaction as her consciousness cleared.

Disoriented, she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the bright light.

she ruffled her messy hair and plopped down on the bed.

“What do you mean? And how did I end up in your room?” She asked drowsily, her brows raising in bewilderment as she tried to recollect the events that had happened the night before.

Melanie stopped whatever she was doing to sit beside her on the bed. She crossed her arm and shook her head with pity as she stared at Amanda, who was trying so hard to recollect everything that had happened.

“Wait.. I remembered we were at the party last night. I got drunk and…” Amanda said and paused with a dropped jaw.

“Kissed a guy.” Melanie completed Amanda's statement before getting on her feet and releasing her crossed arms. Amanda's eyes grew wide, and she touched her lips slightly before taking a look at herself in the mirror.

“Oh no. My first kiss.. Who did I give it to?”

She asked, and her breath hinged in her throat as a million thoughts ran through her mind. She nibbled her lower lips before clenching her jaw.

Melanie sighed and said, “So you don't remember who you kissed last night?”

Amanda slipped her fingers into her hair, and she felt a slight ache in her head as she tried to remember.

Her eyes widened when she finally figured everything she did.

Melanie nodded, confirming her thoughts.

“Not just any guy, Amanda. But Carl, the famous Biker from Wild Hogs motorcycle club.. Damn girl. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you kiss him. It's all over the news and I'm sure Carl is more than furious with you at the moment. How I wished that was the only thing you did…” Melanie disclosed, biting her lips as she paced the room.

Amanda could feel her heart ripping apart. Curiosity clouded her vision, and she sprang up from the bed with wide eyes.

“What do you mean? Wasn't that the only thing I did? Did - did I do something else?” She asked all at once, after closing the distance between them.

“It's sad to see that you still can't remember everything that happened..”

“Then tell me!” Amanda screamed, ruffling her messy blonde hair.

Melanie sighed before reaching for her phone in a corner. She unplugged it and scrolled through the screen, sighing at every interval.

Amanda could hear her heartbeat in her ear. Anxiety greeted her, and she snatched the phone from Melanie to see what it was.

Her eyes went wide and her brows shot to the roof when she read the news on the phone.

Her lips quivered as her eyes read between the lines. The headline says; When a drunk, nerdy girl kissed the hot biker.

“Oh, no…” Amanda mumbled, lost for words.

“That's not all, girl. You sure shook the news yesterday. You have been all over the news ever since you got drunk and kissed that biker.”

“What else did I do?”

“Babe. You bumped into him and broke his iPhone. You even went as far as giving him a kiss after that. It's my fault, anyway. I should have kept a close watch on you since I know how drunk you were last night. If I had, then all of this mess wouldn't have happened.”

Melanie disclosed, feeling rather disappointed with her face etched with regret .

It was then that everything dawned on Amanda. Her scattered thoughts returned, arranging themselves like a damned puzzle, and her eyes widened like saucers when she realized everything she did.

Not only did she bump into him and caused his phone to drop to the ground, but she also stupidly kissed him. She read all the comments of the post with teary eyes. Every cuss, every insult and ranting, especially from Carl's girlfriend, made her broken beyond repair. She was famous for being a nerd and now, she just made things worse after getting drunk last night and creating that mess.

Now everyone hates her for kissing the hottest biker in college

“This is not so good, Amanda. That phone costs thousands of dollars. How on earth are you going to pay for it? Heard it got broken.”

“What! This is so messed up. f**k you, Amanda. How could you be so foolish?!” Amanda cussed herself, ruffling her hair angrily as disappointment coated her face.

“I doubt you will be able to pay for his phone, even if you work for a month.”

“How do I see him? I mean.. I want to apologize for everything I did. I wasn't in my right mind, you know..”

“Tttch! Right mind? Do you think he's gonna listen to any of your stories? An apology alone won't do, girl.”

“So…. What should I do? Please tell me…”

“I seriously don't know. I really don't know. But I guess it's best you see him and just maybe discuss everything with him. Don't just apologize, do let him know how sorry you feel and probably tell him how you're going to pay back for the damaged phone.”

Melanie revealed and her words pierced Amanda's soft heart, making it shatter completely.

Pay for the phone?

She knew it would get to this, but she's never imagined herself having anything to do with a biker, especially not with a cold one like Carl.

Though she had always had a huge crush on him since day one of college, she only preferred to fantasize about being with him than getting to have anything to do with him physically. .

She knows how weird she can be. She's not good and is social around men. She can never be in his world since they're different and have nothing in common.

She still can't believe something finally brought them together, and it's all because of her foolishness.. Now she has to see him, not just that, but explain how stupid she was to kiss him at a party.

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