Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

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I changed out of my sweatpants and into a pair of jean shorts and a simple tshirt. I threw on an old pair of running shoes before grabbing my phone and meeting my mother downstairs.

"Ma... can I please ride?" I begged with all my might. My Kawasaki keys hanging off my ring finger as I begged.

"Fine. We're going to this place called "The Wreck" apparently it's a big tourist trap."

"Sounds delightful." I smirked as I pocketed my wallet and phone before walking into the garage. I tugged my leather jacket on from where it hung on a hook. My hands robotically moving my wallet and phone into a zipper pocket. I then walked over and pulled my sleek black helmet from the metal shelf I had set it. Once I tugged my helmet on over my strawberry blonde locks, I made my way out of the garage. My black shades already over my eyes as the four o'clock sun was still enough to need them.

I grabbed ahold of the garage door and manually shut it. Pulling the rope then grabbing the latch before locking it up with my key.

"You ready?" I turned to see my mom locking up the front door with a concentrated look.

"Yup. You keep staring at that door and it might become ash." I mocked as I move to unlock my bike.

"Oh hush. You following me there?"

"Yes ma'am." I shouted back as I undid my bike restrains and pulled it around to face the road beyond the short driveway.

"Then let's ride." She dramatically voiced as she slid into the front seat of her Forester. A nice car, which my dad will be paying off via the divorce papers, but I personally preferred the Outback models.

I chuckled as I clipped my helmet in place and pulled down the visor. The ends of my hair vibrant against the sleek black. I yanked my gloves on before turning the key. A smirk growing as I heard her roar.

I waited for my mom to back up into the road before kicking the kickstand up. My gloved hands gently resting on the handles.

"Don't do anything stupid!" My mom called as she began to peel off. I chuckled darkly as I flexed my hands tighter over the handles.

"No promises."

I waited until we were out of the neighborhood before pulling my stunts. The ones that made my mom swear she was going to take my keys away. But she never did. She knows I'm not dumb enough to take things too far. So what if I pop a wheelie or take a turn a little fast. Or stand up while driving. She's seen me do it since I was a little kid on my dirt bike.

I couldn't help but show off when we reached the center of the town. I needed their first impression to be memorable. Also I felt overly confident on my bike and sometimes that's my downfall. I try to keep under radar for the most part, but on my bike, let's say that I go from being a listener to being a performer. Just like when I step in the ring.

On my bike and in the ring, it's my kingdom. And I needed this town to know I wasn't someone they wanted to mess with.

I elegantly stood on my bike as I looked at the small group of four staring at me wide eyed. There was a beautifully tanned girl with curly dark brown hair, her arms crossed and a guarded look filled with curiosity as I drove past. Then there was an African American male who's jaw nearly fell onto his chest as he couldn't help but watch.

Then there were two white boys. There was one blond who had a devilish smirk on his lips as he eyed me with admiration. The other was halfway in a Volkswagen van his eyes wide as he watched me drive past, a small smirk on his lips as the blond hit the hood of the car and whistled. Much to the girl's dismay as she popped the back of his head.

I laughed, shaking my head before paying attention to the road to find my mom turning towards a large wooden building. "The Wreck" sign hung over the large entrance signaling we had made it to the place.

I followed my mom to a parking spot and moved my bike in front of her hood. I locked our tires together with my flex-cable before gently squishing my leather jacket and helmet in the saddlebags. I locked the bags before throwing the key in the seat compartment which I then locked before jogging to catch up with my mom.

"Your hair is everywhere."

"Ma." I whined quietly as I used my hands to try and flatten my hair before I gave up and pulled it into a high ponytail. "Better?" She turned to look at me and smiled.

"You still have bumps." I groaned as she laughed. I pulled the hair tie out and shook my hair down to its natural resting position.

"Hello! Welcome to The Wreck, just the two of you?" My mom nodded at the kind host as he grabbed two menus before ushering us to follow him. "Is this y'all's first time here in Outer Banks?"

I rose my eyebrow at the specific question. I guess it was a small enough town.

"Yes. I just got a job here at the school and we recently moved into town." My mother explained, a smile on her face as she engaged in conversation with the young male. That's my mother for you, she will talk the ear off of any stranger if they let her. And this host was loving it.

"Hey Danny, shouldn't you be at the host stand? I'm trying to get this two lovely ladies something to drink." I turned to see who had spoken and I nearly beamed at the girl in her apron. It was the same one from the street. What a small town.

"Damn, you just have to ruin my fun. Well, Ms. Bayford, if you have any more questions you know where to find me. This will be your server, Kiara, she is excellent. Enjoy." Danny waved walking away.

"Thank you!" I rolled my eyes at my mother as she was beaming. Clearly my company wasn't enough.

"Hello, my name is Kiara, can I get you two started with any drinks?" She pulled a pen and pad out most likely waiting for something elaborate.

"I'll take a water with lemon." My mother politely told Kiara. I saw her eyebrows raise in surprise as she jotted something down on the pad. She then looked at me.

"I'll also take a water with lemon." I was trying not to laugh as she put the pad in her back pocket and went to get the drinks.

"You know. Judging by the fact most people here look like their wallets have fur coats, I'm assuming our order of water with a lemon is a first." I whispered to my mother as I made the observation. She laughed leaning towards me.

"Just wait tell you ask her for the chicken tenders instead of one of their signature dishes." My eyes widened as I grabbed ahold of the menu.

"They have ChiCkEn TenDers!" I whisper yelled in excitement as I hunted them down on the menu.

Now, I know what you're thinking, oh wow, how is chicken tenders helping make the first impression.

It wasn't. I just love chicken and tenders are a classic. I'll slack for chicken. Always.