CLARK POV
I managed to keep Clare off my back by finding the perfect distraction. Something loud, dangerous, and exciting enough to wipe Memoville from her brain entirely.
Her motorcycle.
Or, as I like to call it: the two-wheeled death trap.
I had never in my life wanted to ride it—just being in the garage with it made me uneasy. But desperate times called for reckless decisions. So I told her I wanted to learn how to ride. Her eyes lit up in a way that immediately made me regret opening my mouth.
She got that wicked grin she always gets when her common sense switches off. It's the same look she had the time she jumped off our garage roof with a bedsheet because she "just wanted to test gravity." Spoiler: gravity worked.
Still, I threw myself into it.
It wasn't easy, considering how dangerously close she'd come to Googling "Memoville University." But I found the perfect distraction: adrenaline.
Her bike.
