A Ride Home

6- Playing Around

"Noah and Mckenna, you two will be working together on this project." My head shot up from my computer when I heard the professor say our names. "I'm sorry?" I hadn't been paying any attention all class. I watched the professor open her mouth to talk but instead of her voice, it was Noah's that filled the room, "it's okay prof, I'll talk to her after class." I slowly turned my head to where Noah was sitting and watched a smug ass smirk find its way onto his lips.

When class was dismissed I threw my computer into my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and walked out of the auditorium. As I walked to the front of the building I put my arm through the other strap of my backpack and looked back, seeing if I needed to hold the door open for anyone. I saw Noah walking like he was on a mission to talk to me.

His plain white tee clung perfectly to his body but was still loose enough leaving something to the imagination. And his sweats. One word. Grey.

"Mac! Hold up!" I pushed the door open and let it close behind me, not wanting to get caught up in him. As the door slowly closed behind me I heard someone make fun of Noah as I ignored him, "Ha, tough shit dude. Someone's more important than you." I couldn't help but laugh as I walked down the sidewalk.

I only made it a few blocks before I heard the engine of a motorcycle driving behind me. I turned and saw Noah driving up to me in the bike lane. I stopped to let him catch up to me. When he pulled up beside me he flipped his kickstand down and stared at me until I got uncomfortable enough to break the silence.

"Can I help you?" I asked

"The project."

"Mhm. I'll get to it. I have to get back to my dorm so I can change for practice." I cleared my throat and started walking again. "McKenna." His voice was stern as he rode next to me as I walked. "You're so fucking annoying." I kept walking, ignoring the many glances he'd throw my way when he wasn't looking at the road in front of him. "Get on the goddamn bike McKenna."

I stopped walking and turned towards him, "I tell you once–while I was intoxicated–that I think you calling me by my name was hot. I can with you right now Noah." I went back to walking, the sound of Noah's bike humming behind me.

I laughed as he continued to follow me, not giving up. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and opened Snapchat, filming him following me as I walked backward. He laughed and flipped me off. "Keep filming me Kenny, It'll give you something to get off to later. I know you think about me in bed." I licked my teeth and stopped recording. A smile I tried so desperately to push back found a way onto my lips. I watched a smirk grow under Noah's helmet.

The sun in front of us was at the perfect height to shine in Noah's eyes, showing off the little honey spots. "Stop staring at me. You make me nervous." A light blush covered his face as he aggressively but playfully flipped his visor down. He kicked down his kickstand and put his feet flat on the ground. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back.

"I'll wait all night for you to get on this bike Mac. I know you don't have practice till later." his voice was demanding and confident but I knew under his mask he was red like a little girl in middle school after her crush talked to her for the first time. I kept my eyes on him through his visor. "Fine." I let my eyes travel his body before walking closer to him.

I walked up to Noah and stopped in front of him instead of taking his reached-out hand and getting onto his bike. I reached out for his visor and flipped it up so I could see his eyes. He smirked, hooked his arm around my waist, and pulled me into him. "You're insufferable."

"Don't I know it, Kenny. Get on." He let go of me and held his hand back out, helping me onto the bike.

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