THE TROUBLEMAKER

“Move! Let me pass! Get out of the way! ” I shouted at the people blocking my path.

The people in front of me cleared the way, going to each side of the sidewalk. Yelling at me, shrieking in surprise. I keep on pressing the bell of my bike to get their attention and not to hurt anyone.

 “Come back here!” One of Bane’s members yelled.

They insisted on joining the bet and when I won, they asked for another round. And, as a good abiding human on the earth, I let them win, but being who they were, they abused the situation. Now, they were chasing after me because I lost the second time. Even though the tires of my bike are burnt, they still can't catch me.

 “Not a single chance! I ain’t a fool, twerp!” I barked at them with a playful smile lingering on my lips. Charging away from them further and faster, leaning my body closer to the crossbar and the headset.

 “Come back here! You owe us a punch!” I have no idea who shouted, but one thing is for sure, he’s also a member of Bane.

 “Your gang owes me! Not the other way around!”

Tailing after me all this time is nonsense and worthless, to think that we are now fair and square. I won the first round, then they took the winner’s place in the second. So, I don’t know why they still keep on pursuing to give a punch– each of Bane’s members– that’s unfair for me, who only partake in the bet bringing no one else aside from myself.

“Beat it, slowpokes! Too slow!” I teasingly shouted.

I made a swift turn when I saw a lane, pedaling my way out of my predators’ vision. Their cussing and grunting in pain were what they had accumulated from following me. I didn’t turn my head to take a look at their situation to have the same situation as them.

There are bikes not far from me, the riders standing and waiting for me to come closer. Mischievously smirking, they faced their bicycles in my direction.

In a snap, and just beaming wildly like a lunatic, stretching each corner of its lips further upward, I diverted the head of the bike to the left. My eyes landed on my wristwatch, making me curse under my breath.

 Five minutes.

A few more swift turns and change lanes just to mislead them. Luckily, I did lose some of them, but a few remain. They still followed even after kissing the ground.

This is my everyday routine. Hiding from them, when I got caught, then escape. Fortunate enough for me, my classes are always in the morning. Somehow, I can exercise my body and free my mind for a little while.

 “Yah!”

I was surprised when an asshole slid his bike coming out of nowhere.

His bike was about to hit the frontal wheel of my bike but my adrenaline made me lift the handlebars. The whole body followed suit when I jumped along with my bike.

 “Stupid!” I teased when I turned my head to him as I continued to step on the pedals and turn to face the road once again.

The highway is the easiest and fastest way to leave them, so I go along with my plan. It’s not a suicidal plan, but I’d rather let a car hit me than let those thugs punch me to death. Getting hit by a car will be the fastest death I’ll experience. Those who were after me will surely slow the time of my death, and seeing me suffer is their pleasure. That’s a big no-no to me.

 “Hey, bitch! Miss me?”

I snap my head to see a guy cycling next to me and that sight leaves me speechless and surprised.

 ‘How–?!’