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JOE'S POV The chase was real. Eleanor and I sneaked to her motor bike and she took us away, Derek in hot pursuit of us. I have never had to ride on a motorbike before. It was embarrassing to see how tight I held on to her, I thought that I was going to fly away. We went through various turns, each sharp turn making my stomach queasy until I was sure I was going to vomit. I don't know where she was taking me to, I don't even have the energy to ask. She could be a serial killer for all I care and there was nothing I could do about it. She finally stopped and parked. When I came down, I fell on my feet, unable to help my self. She started laughing at me. Only then did I notice that she had leggings under her dress that was why she could ride like a boss. "You look like a fish dragged out