Just a biker boy.

Sick person.

As Bryce drives me home, I get a sick feeling in my stomach. My god what is this feeling? I feel as if someone kicked me in the stomach and stabbed me with a knife! I tap on Bryce's shoulder and tell him to pull over. "What's wrong." Bryce asks as he takes both our helmets off. "I don't.. I don't feel so good." I say, my world is spinning and I can't seem to stay in place. "Okay uhm.. let me bring you to my place, I'll take care of you." He says, grabbing my waist and brushing my hair back. "No, no I wanna go home.  I don't wanna go to your place." I grab my helmet and put it back on. "Well Adeline I don't know what to tell you, right now you are in my hands and I need to take care of you." Bryce puts his helmet on and gets on his bike, I get on as-well but my world is still spinning. Soon enough we arrive at his apartment complex, wow he's rich! I get off and try to follow Bryce but I can't. What's wrong with me and why do I feel like this. I stop walking and try to relax but I just can't. Oh my gosh I'm gonna have a panic attack!! Bryce looks back, "Adeline, are you okay?" He looks at me, quickly running back and grabbing my waist. He leads me to his apartment and sets me down on his bed.

"Here Adeline, there's some water for you. Take this pill. It will help your dizziness." He hands me the pill and water. "Bryce." I say. He looks at me with a serious face. "What? Do you need something?" He asks. "I'm hot, I'm burning.." I start to take my shirt off but Bryce stops me. "Wow! I'm right here ya know? Don't just strip.." he blushes and covers his mouth with his wrist. "Calm down, I have a tank top Under my shirt." I say as I take my shirt off and set it down on the bed. Bryce puts his hand on my forehead and immediately pulls back. "Damn, you're hot." He smirks. "Excuse me?" I say. "I'm being honest, you're burning up! Just like you said." He laughs as he takes my shirt and throws it in the washing machine.

"Adeline?"
"Adeline, hello..?" Is someone shaking me? I open my eyes and Bryce is right on top of me. "Woah!!! Back up!" I yell. Bryce immediately gets off of me and says, "sorry." Bryce tilts his head down. "I thought you passed out or that something bad had happened." He gives me my shirt back, "your shirt, I washed it." 
"Oh, thanks." I say. I get up from bed but Bryce rushes over to me. "Are you still dizzy? You can uh, stay here...if you need to.." He says in a shy but settle tone. "Oh, I think I'm gonna head out.. sorry for staying so late." I put my shirt back on and head for the door. "Wait!" I turn around. "I'm sorry for earlier, I didn't mean to get all rude about Jordan and all that.." Bryce rubs his hand on the back of his head as if he's embarrassed. "It's okay!" I smile, "you were just looking out for me. It's what friends do." I open the door and walk out of his apartment. Then i realize that I don't have enough money for a cab! Bryce was the one who brought me here. Oh well, I'll be fine if I walk, it's just 15 minutes. It can't be that bad, right?