met-a-noia

Chapter 16

Amira's POV:

I sat outside the steps of the office, adjusting my black skirt and sighed, looking at my watch to see that she was 13 minutes late. Where the fuck is this motherfucker? My lunch break is about to end. I go to pull out my phone to text her only to hear screeching tires directly in front of me. I whip my head up to see Tarian in all her royalty wearing a white n black striped shirt that was worn underneath a sailor print button down paired with a deep brown letterman jacket, tucked into black corduroy pants with a leather belt strapped around her waist. She waved at me from her motorcycle. Oh hell naw.. I just got my damn hair done.. I swear to god I hate her.

"You look like a bloody hobo sitting on those steps like that", She says kicking the kickstand onto the ground and swung her leg over, dismounting the red motorcycle and walked over to me with her annoying ass smirk. I rolled my eyes start to stand up, "Oh shut the fuck u-", that is before my legs gave out from under me from sitting down for so long. I expect my ass to hit the concrete steps below me and to feel a throbbing pain erupt from my tail bone up my spine, but I never felt the pain. Instead a lanky yet muscular arm wrapped itself around my waist, steadying me in place.

I looked up at mixed golden-green eyes and down at the arm wrapped around my waist and scoffed, "Really?". Tarian shrugged and said, "Your wel-", I slap my palm against her mouth and push her back, unwrapping her arm from my waist. I marched over to her motorcycle and swung my leg over, mounting it.

"You're welcome", Tarian huffs as she walked over giving me a stern glare. I grin and say, "Thats what you get for keeping a lady waiting, and also for calling me a hobo". Tarian snorts and swung her leg over aswell, sitting in front of me before saying, "Havent you heard love? My specialty is keeping ladies waiting". I roll my eyes as she chuckled, handing me a black helmet.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes"

"Whyyy? Do you see this luscious hair? Im not ruining it"

"Its going to get ruined anyways"

"Yeah but I dont want helmet hair"

"Would you want your 'luscious' hair to be ruined by the wind or the helmet?"

"Ugghhhh I hate you, why couldnt you drive over with a car?"

"Because this is my personal vehicle, and I dont want anyone recognizing me through the royal cars, and harassing either you or me"

"Ughhhhhhh, damn you and your fame"

"Tell me about it"

"It took me 2 hours to get this hair done"

"Too bad so sad, would you rather have your skull split open if we crash?"

"Will you crash?"

"Depends on whether you put on the helmet on or not"

"I hate you"

"feeling's mutual darling, so stop bitching and put the damn helmet on", Tarian says flatly. I groan and snatch the helmet out of her hands, putting it on and strapping it in place. "There we go, that wasn't so hard now was it?", Tarian grinned , I slapped her back and snipped, "Shut up, you're annoying".

Tarian chuckled and turned the motorcycle on, revving the engine before kicking the kickstand off the ground. She looks over her shoulder back at me and says, "Hold on to me tightly, or you might fly off". I raise a brow and say, "I thought you dont like to be touched". Tarian gave me a 'stop kidding around' glare and said, "Just hold onto me, you stubborn plonker". I scoff and give in, wrapping my arms around her very thin waist, after I did what she was told she revved the engine one more time before taking off.