Bookworm & Biker [ENG]

03-Mia Lowson

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I place the book on the table next to the pumpkin latte, which is actually disgusting. "Mia, let's go to the movies," Olivia teased me from the green armchair opposite. She's shorter than me but more vibrant. She has black hair with bangs, a black tank top that reveals her white shoulders, and blue eyes. "These books can't be your whole life," she said, tossing the book onto the table.

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "And what's playing at the movies?" Olivia got up. "And what's in books? Letters?" She laughed. "Very funny." I glanced at her over the book. "Mia, come on. Please. They're showing Beautiful Disaster, a movie from 2023." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Are we going there for the movie or for the actor who's in it?" Olivia thought for a moment. "Both? Dylan Sprouse is in it." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Fine." Olivia jumped to her feet. "I'll wait for you outside," she said with a smile. I put the book back and threw the pumpkin latte in the trash. Never again.

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"So, what did you think of it?" Olivia asked as we came out of the theater. The darkness of the cinema and the sunlight irritated me. I sneezed, and Olivia paused for a moment. "Are you allergic to light?" I nodded. "Maybe." "And to answer your question, it was..." I thought for a moment. "It wasn't that bad." She raised an eyebrow. "Not that bad?" "It was amazing!" she squealed, stopping for a moment. I looked where she was looking and noticed a group of older guys on motorcycles, and Olivia waved at them. No. Damn it. Olivia! "What are you doing?" I said, frustrated. I grabbed her hand. Olivia turned to me in surprise. "I'm getting you through the trauma." The guys noticed her and waved back. "Look at the one in the middle." He took off his helmet, revealing blonde hair underneath. I looked at Olivia, who was blushing. "Is he better looking than Dylan?" She looked at me with a piercing gaze. "No, but he's a blonde. Let's get closer." I wanted to stop her, but my arms are too short.

"Hi," Olivia greeted them. The guys stood next to their bikes, looking like they'd had too much to drink the night before. "I'm Olivia, and this is my friend Mia." Their gazes turned to me. I wanted to sink into the ground. They smiled and shook hands with us. "I'm Jake," said the shortest of them. "This is Nick." The blonde guy waved and gave Olivia a sidelong glance. "And this," "I'm Cole," he interrupted, shaking my hand, then Olivia's, who still had her eyes glued to Nick. My heart was racing. I said I'd never get involved with guys again. And here I am. I looked at Olivia. Why do you have to be so social?

"So, Nick? What's your phone number? Or Instagram?" The guys laughed, and Nick took her phone, touching her fingers. "And what about you? Don't you want a phone number?" Cole touched me, and I stepped back a few paces. The incident from two years ago flashed back, and I quickly looked at him. Why is he touching me? I looked at Cole. "No." I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. Jake slapped Cole's hand. I don't know what the gesture meant, but Cole nodded and put on his helmet. "Okay, but if you're ever bored on a Saturday afternoon." "I won't be. I have plans." I don't have plans, but I'm not going to hang out with a bunch of bikers. I quickly stopped him. Cole nodded through his helmet. "Nick, let's go," Jake said. I nudged Olivia. I want to leave here. Olivia pulled away from Nick. "Call me, okay?" Nick blew her an air kiss.