Unexpected Love

Part 2

I let Thomas pull me outside without any hesitation. "Have you ever rode on a motorcycle?" He asks handing me his helmet. "No," you could hear the nervousness in my voice, and I had no intention to hide it. "I promise it's not too bad," he gives a smile as he climes onto the bike. I trust Thomas, even though I just met him. "Hurry, before they catch us," he gives an uneasy smirk and starts the engine. I quickly strap the helmet around my head and hop onto the back of the bike. Thomas begins to pull away just as the theater door swings open, revealing more fans. I wrap my arms around his waist as he speeds out of their sight. "Are you okay back there?" Thomas asks smiling. "Yeah, I uh, I'm fine." He pulls out onto the Main Street where the screaming girls are standing out front of the movie theater. "Why isn't Isabella with you?" I ask anxiously. "She's... Wait, why do you ask?" I can feel the tension building between us, and I am suddenly speechless. "Well, wouldn't she be mad if she saw you with some girl on the back of your motorcycle?" Just the thought of Isabella finding out makes my stomach turn, and I'm afraid of what his answer will be. "She's not like that," he snaps. "Okay, so you mean to tell me she wouldn't mind?" I give a little laugh. "No, she isn't the jealous type." I honestly don't believe a word that comes out of his mouth, I'm sure she would be outraged if she knew. "Whatever, Thomas.... Where are you taking me anyway?" I have never been to this side of England, I've only ever left the house to go out with my friends or for school. "Where do you live? I could drop you off at your house if you like." He pulls off to the side of the road and waits for my answer. "Yeah, I better be getting home, I live on Atlantic Boulevard." He doesn't say a word, just pulls back onto the road and continues driving.
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Thomas's POV☁️
She's definitely not like the other girls I met. She's different, in a good way. I thought she would be screaming at the sight of me, and begging for my autograph. I drive onto Atlantic Boulevard, and drive slower so she can show me her house. "There it is," she points to a brick house, with no lights on inside. I pull up to the curb and press the brake, then push my kickstand down. She climbs off and heads for her door, I can't say goodbye like this. "Wait!" I yell stepping off of my bike. "I never got your name." She smiles, and reaches out for my hand. "Y/n." She says shaking my hand. "Well it's nice to meet you." I give her a smile and she continues walking onto the porch. I climb onto my bike when I see y/n sit down on her porch. I give her a confused look and she stands up. "It's locked, and my parents aren't home." She says sighing.