The Bad Boy Won't Let Me Go.

How fast can you ride or drive?

"I do not care young lady! You are grounded! Since from when do you ditch school?" My father shouted at me.

"You know what dad? I had to be there for a friend, I don't understand why you always have to make a big deal out of everything!" I shouted back.

"Nicole Isabella Adams!" My father shouted.

"What do you want?!" I shouted back.

"That's final! I'm calling uncle Peter, you can be this naughty girl in New York!" My father shouted.

"Oh no, my daughter is going nowhere!" My mother fought back.

"Are you guys insane? She ditched one day, not the whole school semester! Get over it!" Nicky shouted.

"Nicholas Adams!" My father shouted.

"Can we just stop? Let's forget it." My mother left the room.

"I'm so disappointed in you young lady." My father muttered and left the room as well.

"What the fuck happened Nicole? Where did you go that day?" Nicky questioned me.

"I was with Tyler." I lied.

"That's bullshit Nicole, but you know what? It's whatever. Just stop causing stress for mom she's carrying a damn baby!" He banged the door and left.

What is happening to my family?

Vibrate
Vibrate
Vibrate

Nicole: Hello?
Drew: Do you want get some air? It's a Saturday.
Nicole: yes please.
Drew: I'm outside.
Nicole: Give me ten minutes.

I changed into my black high waist butt jean shorts and wore my black lace crop top and black military boots, I grabbed my purse and put some eyeliner and red lipstick and left my hair down. I shoved my black leather jacket into my bag and left my room.

"Excuse me?" I heard my father's voice.

"Yes father?" I faced him.

"Where are you going dressed like a whore?" He frowned.

"Well I think she looks beautiful." My mother smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Well where are you going?" My father asked.

"To get some air." I smirked.

"Okay, enjoy." He shooed me out the house.

I walked out the house and Drew was standing against his car, smiling at me.

"Wow is this Nicole Isabella Adams?" He smirked.

"How do you know my second name?" I frowned.

"Well your father is quite loud when he is angry." He laughed and got into the car.

"You stalker!" I laughed.

"So what are we doing today?" I smiled.

"Maybe you were right. I shouldn't underestimate little girls, so how fast can you ride or drive?" He smirked.

"Excuse me?" I frowned.

"Just watch and learn, oh and buckle up." He suggested.

We drove for some hours until he stopped at a crowded area filled with woman dressed in bikinis and some weren't even dressed. There were cars set out, men bragging with engines and car parts.

"Car Racing?" I frowned.

"Yeah, how fast can you drive?" He laughed.

"With my motorbike. Fast enough." I smirked.