By Bryn Palmer

FADE IN:

1 EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT - EARLY EVENING
We OPEN in the parking lot of a local high school. Warm coral hues dance their way through the powder blue sky. We see the lead woman, back turned, inspecting her motorcycle. With a crimson rag, she intently rubs debris from its surface to regain its shine. The camera pans to her classmate, who approaches her with intrigue.


Startled, the lead turns. Looking down on her seemingly feeble classmate, she smirks. The biker exploits others for game, and this stranger looks ready to play.


The classmate nods, for this is the perfect opportunity to charm their challenger. The lead woman grabs her bike handles and swings her leg around the saddle. The classmate ineptly stumbles onto the seat, avidly wrapping their arms around the lead’s waist. The woman starts the engine and cunningly accelerates from the lot to the --

HIGHWAY

Three lanes of bumper-to-bumper traffic cause staticity in the street. The road warrior carelessly glides between lanes, brewing road rage within annoyed drivers. Horns blare. The daredevil menacingly glances into the rearview mirror to assess her passenger’s state.


The classmate suppresses vomit, closes their eyes, and breathes deeply. Secretly terrified, the peer attempts to alleviate their anxiety in hopes of impressing the woman.


The woman concludes round one of her game: Intimidation. She advances to round two. Fueling her plaything’s distress, she further accelerates. Wind blows her long, black hair into her passenger's face. View obstructed, the classmate frantically reaches for her mane to move it. Upon touching it, they feel its luscious silkiness. Lusting for more, they urgently, yet gently run their fingers through her smooth tresses. Buoyant notes play as “KABHI KABHI MERE DIL MEIN” fades in. The music is a tender declaration of love --


The classmate suddenly dives their nose into their persecutor’s hair. Inhaling her fresh and floral scent, their hands continue grasping at her tresses. Sparks fly from the bike’s engine.


IN SLOW MOTION - Hypnotized by a surge of love, the peer clasps their legs to the bike for stability while leaning back, arms gaily floating above their head. Riding on, the lead woman doesn’t seem to notice.


The singer abruptly jumps up, standing on the moving vehicle. Twirling about, they continue their ballad. With an apparent lack of sight and hearing, the lead remains oblivious to the folly occurring right behind her.


They continue their confession as fellow drivers revolve around the bike, assembling their vehicles into a heart formation. Day turns to night as the last slither of the sun fades out with the music. The speed demon slows her bike and turns back into the --

SCHOOL PARKING LOT

As both riders disembark the motorcycle, they place their hands on the saddle for security.  The camera zooms in on their fingers as they lightly brush against each other.


LEAD WOMAN’S POV

IN SLOW MOTION - Her classmate’s lips part. They reluctantly retract their hand, but the initial contact leaves them yearning for another feel of her soft skin. Launching their hand toward the biker’s, the classmate reclaims her waiting hand. The peer’s pupils dilate as they examine the woman’s enchanting brown eyes for signs of mutual affection.


CLASSMATE’S POV

The lead clasps her hand around the classmate’s, accepting the embrace. Coveting dominance, she strategically places her spare hand around the classmate’s neck, cunningly inviting them for a kiss. A lip lock will complete round two: Enamorment. Then, only one will remain.


IN SLOW MOTION - Both parties lean in. Sexual tension rises. Their lips pucker. The peer’s unsteady breaths brush the woman’s expecting lips. Closing the distance between them, they reach closer and closer until –


The camera pans to the lead woman’s partner of three years. Arms crossed over their chest, hip dramatically poked to the side, and face contorted in aggravation, they shake their head disapprovingly. The classmate’s eyes widen. For how could another have already claimed their (almost) lover? Their focus oscillates between the partner and the lead, whose expression lacks surprise. This isn’t her first rodeo. She rolls her eyes annoyed at her date’s intrusion on her impending affair. Guitar strums intensify and a vocalist cries out as “AAP KI KASHISH” plays.



The classmate leaps into the air, returning to the ground on both knees. Grabbing the lead's hand, they lightly brush their lips against her gentle knuckles. Envy boiling within them, the partner seizes ownership of their girlfriend’s spare hand, dragging her away from the peer, whose hand desperately falls to their lap as their gaze follows suit. The lead, enacting her best performance, dramatically reaches for the classmate, but upon unreciprocated eye contact, her gaze quickly averts to her lover.




Heavy rain suddenly pours. Thunder rumbles. Electricity cracks as lightning bolts terrorize the sky. Water droplets bead on their skin. The downpour penetrates their hair and clothes, making everything heavy with wetness. The footage cuts to the partner fervently dancing atop a school bus while their girlfriend sits on the concrete below. Legs outstretched, ankles crossed, and head cocked to the side, she watches in amusement. Despite the interruption, her success in the second round prevails.

The two fools continue to sing, charging after each other and wrestling in the puddles. Meanwhile the woman boards her bike, starts the engine and speeds away.

Her abandonment completes the final round. The lead giggles to herself, relishing in yet another sweet victory.

The final score: 3-0.