He's a rebel. Like the ones you'd see on TV and in the movies. The boy who drops out of school for music. Him in leather jackets makes me love him even more. His guitar and his singing is perfection.
I just wish he would notice me.
But why would he notice the girl who is so wrapped up in school she can't have time for fun.
That doesn't stop me from loving him though.
My parents would never approve if I dated him and sure would not like that he dropped out of high school.
The next day:
Today he passed me on his motorcycle. He stopped and stared.
"Hey beautiful. I lost my phone number.. Can I have yours?" daniel asks slyly.
"Ummm. Sure." I give him my number and turn around squealing with excitement.
I run to my car and plop in the drivers seat smiling from ear to ear.
The Daniel Seavey just asked for my number.
Nothing could make this day bad. Absolutely nothing.
That is. Until he called me and asked if he could take me on a ride on his motorcycle.
Of course I said yes.
But when my parents saw his motorcycle they shut the door in his face and locked me in my room.
They hated it.
They knew him. The kid that dropped out of high school. The kid that has a motorcycle. The kid that was too cool to do something with his life that turned to music.
That's what they told me.
I'm 18. I'm a senior in high school and I don't need my parents approval for anything anymore.
They can't keep me captive in my room anymore. Im not three.
Tonight I was not going to defy them. But tomorrow they would have a new daughter.
The next day:
I woke up and teased my hair. I slid on tight leather pants and a skin tight red shirt. I put on a massive amount of makeup and wore six inch heels.
"Brooklyn. If you think you are leaving this house dressed like that you are sadly mistaken." My mother tells me.
I ignore her and walk out the door.
"Brook-" I slam the door just in time for her voice to be cut off.
I walk to my car to see someone already waiting in front of it.
It's Daniel.
"I'm sorry beautiful but I didn't catch your name the other day. Your parents shut the door too fast. By the way loving that new look." He says.
"My names Brooklyn." I reply.
Daniel nods towards his motorcycle and I agree that we'll be taking that to school today.
He straps on my helmet and helps me get on the back.
I wrap my hands around his waste. It just feels like this is how it's supposed to be: like this is what I was meant for.
"Listen Brooklyn. I don't know how you role but it's Friday. No ones gonna care if you cut. And honestly I really want to get to know you better." Daniel screams over the noise of cars.
I haven't missed a day of school in my life.
But today I would. Today I would for Daniel Seavey.
Daniel takes a sharp turn and we end up on the boardwalk.
He takes off my helmet and walks us up to a small little breakfast place.
We sit down and order coffees.
"So Brooklyn. I just wanted to tell you that I've seen you around campus and you blow those other girls out of the water. Not to mention I can tell you're smart and really nice." Daniel winks at me.
I just giggle and nod.
When our coffee comes we just sit In silence sipping it lightly.
At night:
The day was going great. We went on rides together and played games. It had been an amazing day and we planned on keeping it going.
Daniel was holding the teddy bear he won me while trying to juggle an ice cream.
I have to admit. He has a soft side and I think I might like it more than his biker boy side.
He nudges me a little as we walk towards the beach.
The sun is setting and it is honestly the most beautiful day of the year right now.
"You know. I'm not as bad boy as you think. Actually I'm a real softie." He says laughing.
He looks so cute when he laughs.
"Actually one of the main reasons I can connect with you is because I was exactly like you if you don't remember. I dropped out sophomore year. I really hate stress and stress came from school. So I made a decision and it helped me a lot. I'm a lot less stressed now and I can focus on important things like music, and my friends and family." He's serious.
I love it. I love him.
"You know. I think I really like you Brooklyn. We should do this every week." Daniel suggests.
With that Daniel puts the teddy bear
down and holds my hand.
Even though I wished the high school drop out/ perfect boy/ sweet/ smart boy had kissed me right then and there, I know he is just waiting. For an even more perfect day than this to come.
