"Everything alright?" Silas shouts.
"The engine is dead or something. I don't know what's wrong, it worked just fine before" I get out of the car, slamming the door and dialing the mechanic. "Of course I get stuck here at night" I mumble.
"I can give you a ride" Silas offers "I owe you one" he almost smiles and it pisses me off that I might have to give in.
I look around for a car but I see none, but Silas steps away from me, going to his motorcycle.
"Of course you drive a motorcycle" I huff and throw my hands in the air because it's enough that I have to stand going with him, now I have to ride the most dangerous vehicle that exists. I hate this.
"You have something against motorcycles?" he raises an eyebrow, making it sound like a challenge.
"Yeah, they can cause death" I press my lips thin.
"So does your car", his smirk grows bigger.
"My car is safer" I bite back.
"Ok, you can stay here waiting for the service, alone, near the woods that made you go cray-cray last time, or you can just come with me" he swung one leg over the motorcycle, straddling it effortlessly.
"Fine" I relented, mustering up my courage.
"Where do you need to go?" he asks me, as I'm still thinking if this is a good idea or I'll end up on national television.
"The carnival" I gulp with anticipation "and don't dare do something stupid, people are waiting for me" he's actually enjoying my suffering. "Why are you helping me? Did you do something to my car and plan on killing me as revenge from leaving you alone in the middle of nowhere?" I begin qeustioning him.
"It may be hard to believe for you, but some people are just nice human beings" he shrugs his shoulders and I break into laughter.
"Nice human beings would never try to help their nemesis, but run away from them" I let out a dry laugh.
"Look, huntress, the image you might build up for yourself and even for people who don't care enough to look past it might work most of the time, but I see right through you. I know you called a cab to grab me from the middle of nowhere" he steps closer to me "you would probably wouldn't hurt a fly unless it had the potential of hurting someone" another step closer "you run your mouth a lot, yes, I'll give you that, but stop playing the villain when we both now you're not" another step that almost closes the distance between us.
My cheeks are burning red and I'm actually at loss of words.
"I didn't call a cab—"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night. Take this" he hands me the helmet, looking down on me as a smirk plays at the corner of his lips.
He walks back to his motorcycle and pats the seat behind me, waiting for me to get on it. "Don't worry, I won't get you killed" he grins as he puts his helmet on, and after letting out a sigh, I lay behind him.
"I hope this doesn't stink" I grimace at the helmet, looking inside it.
"I'm sorry I didn't have time to use glitter soap on it or whatever princesses like you wash themselves with" I actually used glittery soap in childhood but he doesn't have to know he's right. "Don't worry, I won't get you killed" he grins as he puts his helmet, and I lay behind him.
"Just keep in mind this is the first and last time I'm touching you" I say before wrapping my arms around him.
"I'll count to three for you" he revs the engine "one, two" and he presses his foot on the pedal, taking off, causing my heart to leap in my throat.
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Hunting the flame
Mystery / ThrillerWho would have thought the woods can ever hide something like that? The beginning of an end. A love story. Another reality. What is the key to ending it all?
