You Complicate Me (Complete)

Chapter 33 (Miam!)

A bike ride with a guy who you have feelings for? 

Well, in fact this isn't going to be the first time me riding with him, I even took him with my motorcycle back in India just a couple of months ago or so.  This is just going to be me sitting behind him as he take me to Alexa's.  I don't have any trust issues with his riding skill and I'm not sure either but let's hope for the best.  

MAX MILLER

"No, babe. I only has a motorcycle."  I do have couple of Lamborghini and porches but today I picked this handsome for purpose.

We were standing outside, just me and her.  Her aunt waved us goodbye and locked her door giving us some privacy?  I smiled.

The sky was dark just like her eyes.  She was so nervous that I could see her sweaty forehead even though the air outside was terrible.  Her black hair was shining from the reflection of the street lights.  Why she's to be so beautiful?

"Where's the bike?" She asked, her voice a bit of tension which confirmed she's nervous.

"Just across the street." I said, casually shrugging.

"Why would anyone park across the street if you can park in front the house?" she muttered well enough for me to hear.  

She followed as I smiled and said, "Because I'm going to kidnap you, missy." 

I turned back when I didn't hear her footsteps for a moment.  She went still.  I walked towards her closing the distance but then she moved backward keeping the distance, and that's what makes her beautiful, attractive.  "If I wanted to kidnap you I could have drag you out of the house after you opened the door.  Or..."

"Or?" Her eyes widened.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cold air in my lungs then breathing it out.  "Never mind."

I adjusted my beanie pulling it down to my ears, closing the way to get chilled by the cold weather, trying to act cool.  

"Or?" she asked again, purposely.

I turned away from her, taking a deep breath for one final time before putting my hard face mask.  "Or what?  Just try keep up with me."

With that I didn't turn back to look at her and started walking across the street where at the end sat my motorcycle looking at me, now us.  She just then started following me with her mouth shut.  I really felt bad for her and with my attitude.  I shouldn't have yelled at her.  My bad.

I sat in the bike, taking off the stand, making it steady and moved it with my legs backward so that she can sit without taking any further steps.  Usually I don't do this kinda gestures for anyone but she's something special.  

I was so surprised when she sat beside me without any argument cause if this was Chloe or other girls I'd dated before they would cause a scene and ended in breakup.  It's not like we are dating or so to break up.  But she just did as I told her to do so.  She's just so different.

"Shall we?" I asked once she sat comfortable.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Please god, just don't whisper." I muttered to myself.  

When the motorcycle starts to move with a jerk with a full speed, her face hit the back of my shoulder.  Then for my surprise she distance herself from me, sitting a little bit back and said, "Sorry".

I don't need her sorry.  I just need her.  I want her to put her arms around me, hug me like I'm somebody special for her and never let me go.  But her hands were behind her, holding the back of the flat seat for grip.  I'd never seen someone like her.

ARYA KANNA

He was such a bipolar man.  Sometime, he's being nice and flirty and the other he's being crazy.   And now I was in that crazy man's motorcycle, when he first started I hit myself on the back of his shoulder just like the day I bumped into him in front of the cafe after picking up Akash from the airport.  

The route were familiar until he took a u-turn and a left which totally a new route that I'd never taken in my life in New York.  

A few minute passed and I was waiting for any familiar route that he'd join in any case of short cut or sort of but minutes turned into half-an-hour, nothing became familiar in the road but the speed of the motorcycle increases as the air hit me hard against my skin, warning me to go slow.

And most of all I was cold as hell.  He was wearing a well brown leather jacket and a woolen beanie for his heads.  He was totally prepared to ride in the cold weather but I'm not.  I was only wearing a pencil jeans which hugging my skin perfectly like a glass and a white t-shirt, hair in a loose, definitely not a good outfit to wear in cold weather.

I wish I had my leather jacket on.

But then he pulled over, removing his jacket and handed it over to me as if he went through my mind.  "But what about you?  What if you get cold?" I asked, worried.

"Don't worry.  I'll find something else to keep me warm." He tried turning his face and winked.

"Where are we going?" I said as the truck passed through us with a vroom noise.

"What?" He shouted.

"Where are you taking me?  I don't think this is the right route to Alexa's." I shouted but then I realized how terrible I sounded when I come to realize that there was no truck noise in the road.

"Where do you think I'm taking you to?  Seriously, I just kidnapped you." He said, not turning back.

"No way.  This is not a kidnapping.  I know you.  And you're giving a home ride." I said, laughing nervously.

"Darling, I'm not taking you to Alexa's or anywhere near Alexa's."

"Why are you sayin' like that?  Then where are you taking me?  Is this really a kidnapping then?"

"Just wear that jacket and hug me tightly cause we're going to Miami in a fulliest speed that this motorcycle has in this speedometer, Babe." He said, smirking.  

"But I've college tomorrow to attend to and If I didn't go home Alexa's she'll call the police.  And Aunty and my family in India would freak out.  And they'd plan me another wedding.  Stop playing, and just take me back to Alexa's or just leave me alone in that bustop.  I can take a bus from here."  I pointed at the bustop which was a twenty foot away from there.

"I'm not letting you go to that bitch's house.  She's crazy.  And I'm not leaving you here in the middle of nowhere." He groaned.

"Just take me home or leave me here." I told my decision.

"Or take me to Miami.  Miami here we come!" He shouted.

Where Miami?

Shit!

I'm a dead meat then.