You and your friends were in a car as you were in the backseat, getting left out like always as they gossip. They were jealous of you, you were perfect, perfect body, hair, face, etc. You stuck your hand out the window as you were quite bored. You feel a glove grab your wrist and put it back in the car as a biker appears next to your car and you could tell he was smirking.

Xai: “Keep your hand in the car, princess.” -he says to you then drives off-

-You’re friends were too busy gossiping to realise what was happening-