Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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The only thing better than riding my motorcycle is riding my motorcycle with this girl's arms and mile-long legs wrapped tightly around me.
The wee fight we had earlier seems to be squished the second her bum hit the leather seat of my bike. And perhaps I may have wrapped her legs around my waist to assist with the getting over process. She hadn't removed her legs, so I took that as a major win.
Mental note, when I get a damn second I'll install footpegs for her. Although, I enjoy riding this way, so perhaps I won't rush the installation of proper footpegs.
We ride, each appreciating a cooler day, across the bridges near the East End Marshes through the suburbs of Magnolia Falls, then reach the large lot with the outdoor drive-in theater. It had been shut down after a hurricane two years ago, most of the large screens ruined during the storm. But the lot has been cleaned up. There are rumors of the drive-in to be under new ownership and should be up and running within a year.
The moment we park, Aspen's phone is ringing and when she answers it's O'Neil telling her the bus is cleared to be picked up. I don't voice my disappointment and instead sulk inwardly, I liked her riding on the back of my bike and the little shit in me contemplates on doing a very slow job in fixing the junk pile she calls her vehicle.
We pick up the Volkswagen after Aspen signs a load of paperwork. O'Neil was sure to inform the two of us that he'd have the DNA on the panties by the end of the day. Which would officially clear me. Thank fuck for that.
Aspen and the Volkswagen are back on the road while I'm riding behind her, making our way back to the frat house. My afternoon has now turned into a day full of working on a vehicle that should actually be scrapped, but I ignore the blaring sirens in my mind and of course, do anything to keep this girl around.
I know I'm being selfish with taking her time and becoming close to her, but I'll keep trying to persuade myself that I'm doing it to keep a watchful eye on her and not for many other dick-twitching reasons.
Riding behind the blue bus, I realize that Aspen may in fact be the world's worst driver. It's no wonder she nearly killed me that day last week. She blows through yellow lights, doesn't use a blinker, and rides her brakes hard. To which, I'm positive, I'll also need to replace after witnessing this sad excuse for driving.
When we arrive at the frat house, as instructed, she drives into the driveway and parks. The parts I picked up are packaged up in the garage so I get to work on opening everything from the cardboard boxes while Aspen digs through the garage and finds a foldable camp chair and hauls it over. I chuckle, liking that she's intending to have a seat and watch me while I work on her car.
When Coleson and Jared step from the frat house and head towards Jared's car, they both give me a judgmental look, but I bottle the instant anger I have towards them and screw my mouth shut while my greased hands are deep inside this engine and continue replacing the spark plugs.
