Here For You

Chapter 2

June.

I stood up to run but only to fail and fall down again.
I closed my eyes.
One second passed.
Another followed.
And another and another until I let out a sigh of relief, I am still alive.
Thank God.
I opened my eyes only to see the hottest biker existed in the world.
His body is just a piece of art, big biceps and abs. The abs are just so good that they're  peeking through the thin shirt he is wearing.
The tall snake tattoo on his right arm giving him a touch of fuck-me-daddy.
And oh my god, the motorcycle he is on is just perfect.
It's all black, it's so clean that it shines brighter than the sun.
And also, it looks so expensive, selling my kidney and soul would never be enough to buy such a bike.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

His voice is better than his looks, his voice is calm like a night with no crows only stars and a moon, soft like cotten candy, deep like the Pacific ocean.
I am the biggest simp for bikers in the world and if I want to give a biker a shot, it's the perfect time.
I placed my hand on my left leg and started to act as if I broke it.

"Ahh, my leg, it hurts so bad."

Fuck, I am so hilarious.
He laughed and that laugh managed to set the butterflies in my stomach free.

"Well, you fell on your right leg not the left."

Please lord, let the ground swallow me WHOLE.
and tell it to leave no single leftovers of me.

"Oh..."

I looked at my hand and directly put it on my right leg.

"Now that makes sense." He laughed again.

Fuck this embarrassment.
Fuck this year.
Fuck this month.
Fuck this week.
Fuck this day.
Fuck this hour.
Fuck this second.
And fuck everything that's related to this incident.
He gave me a hand and I took it, using it I stood up and pushed the dust off my clothes.

"You have to be careful next time, you're lucky I stopped at the right second."

"Yeah, thank you so much."

"Of course."

He bent over and picked up the money that fell from me and-
I gasp, all the rice I bought fell on the ground, they spread all over the streets like a carpet.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?"

"The rice, it's all wasted."

"Oh," he gave me the money. "I will buy you another."

"What? No, no, no, thank you." I smiled awkwardly at him.

"It's ok really, I can buy another wait here."

"No-" my words sank inside me when he disappeared into the store.
Fuck.
I sigh and turn around, my mum is going to kill me and so does my father.
But they don't need to because the embarrassment did.
A few minutes have passed yet he hasn't come, is he buying the whole store or-
Speaking of the devil.
When he came out, I realized that he is still wearing his helmet.
I wanna see his face so bad.
Is it as good as his body or not?

"Here."

I looked at the bag.

"What's that?"

"Rice?"

"And how many kg did you buy?"

I fear that he says more than 1.

"5 kg."

An arrow went directly throw my chest, what the FUCK.

"That's a lot, all I bought was 1 kg and you bought 5 kg."

"It's ok."

He is towering me...I just noticed that.

"I can't, I am sorry, besides it's too heavy I can't h-"

He took my hand and forced me to hold it.

"If it's heavy, I'll drive you home."

My heart skipped a beat, first he asked if I was ok and didn't drive away, second, he bought me 5 times more the amount of rice I bought and now he is offering to drive me home.
It's getting hot actually.

"Oh no no no." I said awkwardly.

"Don't be stubborn." He came one step closer toward me. "Consider it as a sorry." He said.

"But it wasn't your fault."

He ignored what I said and climbed  the bike. "Hop on."

My brain is saying no.
But my desire is saying yes.
Sorry brain but my desire wins.
Ignoring all the 'what if' thoughts, I climbed the bike and sat behind him.
To avoid falling down, I wrapped my arms around his waist.
His waist feels so good, Lord help me.

"Here we go."

My inner organs screamed and my mouth almost did as well, he is driving too fast, I swear to God if my hair was a wig it would've flown away immediately.

"This is too fast."

I pushed my hair from my mouth, they literally stuck on my gloss.
Gosh! It's so annoying.

"That's actually nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"I actually drive three times faster than this."

Kill yourself is what I actually want to say.
How is he not afraid of falling or crashing into something?
My soul would leave my body if he drove like this.
I pushed my hair away from my mouth again.
My father, he is so lucky to be bald...wait? Did I just insult my father?
This is crazy but I don't give a fuck.
Because for the first time, I am truly enjoying something.

"Go left."

He went to the left.

"Right."

He went to the right.

The song "Big Boy" by SZA started to play in my mind because HE is a big boy.
After driving for only a few minutes I arrived at my house.
By walking, it took me about 45 minutes but with that motorcycle, it took us about 8 minutes.
What the fuck? Since when I was so good at math?
Looks like math does math when we don't need it to.
I climbed off the bike and took the rice bag that I still didn't figure out what excuse I should tell my mum.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled at him.

"Anytime, my lady."

Butterflies started to dance in my stomach.
I turned around immediately because I could feel my face turning red like a tomato.
I heard him laugh before he vanished into the far street.
This is the best and worst day in my life.
I like bikers but this biker is just something else.
Handsome, gentle, and perfect.