Bisa Childs has had her whole life planned out for her before she was even born.
College, Degree and soon take over her families growing business.
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However, when Bisa...
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I didn't think my first time at a party would be this boring.
Lisa bailed me for that girl earlier who was basically tugging her arm in the other direction.
She said she'd make it up to me but I doubt it.
I sigh, sipping on something disgusting that makes my throat burn.
God, What is this?
I push the drink to my far right, "Not a fan?"
When I look over my vision fills with the handsome boy I saw earlier.
His long, dark hair had escaped the bun now almost reaching the low of his back.
My eyes widen as I refrain from stumbling over my words, "No it's kinda gross actually who enjoys drinks like that? The taste is far from enjoyable and-
I halt, his smile widens revealing perfect teeth.
My hands almost find themselves tracing the sharp lines of his face and crooked nose.
What is up with me?
"So, You like motorcycles?"
I nearly slam my face repeatedly on the wooden counter before me.
Of course he likes motorcycles Bisa are you mental?
"Yeah, been riding since I was a baby"
He had set his helmet down now, fingers playing with my non finished shot glass.
"What's it like, riding a motorcycle I mean?"
I rest my head on my hand as he begins talking, "Freeing like it's you and your bike against the world"
He leans his side against the bar, "Yeah, I know what you mean"
At this his brown eyes widen ever so slightly,
Gosh his lashes are so long it should be illegal!
"My parents work all the time so we never really get to hang out and-
I catch myself, "Sorry I'm rambling again"
"No please it's fine" He grins picking up his navy and white helmet and holding it out in my direction.
