Spare Love

04 | 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦

I sat on the entrance stairway waiting for him to grab his car from the garage but instead he showed up with a motor.

I stare at it up and down, waiting for it to miraculously transform into a car. Or maybe he's just getting it washed.

Not until he motions me another helmet.

I shook my head instantly, "Yeah, there's no fucking way I'm riding that." I stand up.

He hadn't put on his helmet yet and watching his expression was very annoying. He opens the kickstand of his motor letting it balance on its own.

"There's no way!" I raise my both of my hands in the air. "I've seen you ride that shit with different girls every sing day and made out with them." I point out.

"Your point?"

"My point is. I am not trying to ride that with you like we had sex just a few minutes ago." I stared at him through the distance.

He heavily sigh, "I don't take them home Ro." he stops and smirk before saying the most disgusting options in the world. "Either you ride this or would u rather ride me."

Yeah, I'd rather ride that.

Which one? Him?🤨Yeah I would too.🫣

"You wish."

I gave up and started to walk to him. Its no used talking to this person when all he talks about is sex. I mean, he is a playboy and a disgusting one while you're at it. I sigh, I just wanna go home before my mom starts lecturing me again.

I snatched the helmet from him. I want to punch his goddam attractively hot face and maybe, just maybe his ego drops.

I sat behind him and put on the helmet, feeling the movement of him balancing the motor. I wait for him to start but a minute has passed and he hasn't started the engine.

He turns, I couldn't see his face since he was now wearing his black helmet.

"What?"

He said something but all I heard was muffling.

I roll my eyes, "I don't got time for this just fucking drive." I crossed my arms.

He turned back finally starting the engine and I couldn't be more happier. Did he really expect me to to wrap my arms around hi-

"AHE-" I quickly wrapped my arms around his stomach and it was surprising hard. I finally get why the girls keep talking about his stomach.

He laughs through that thick helmet of his and starts driving off.

Jerk.

10 minutes later

Why is this actually peaceful?

We were now on a bridge. The stars and the chilly breeze were getting to me that I didn't realize my head was now resting on his enormous back.

This was the first time I felt peaceful after a decade. After my dad died I haven't been the same anymore. I've never shown any emotions because thats what my papa taught me. To never show emotions even if you're suffering otherwise people will look at you pity and it'll only make you feel weak. Till this day I never once talk about it. Not to Briar nor to any of my family.