Bookworm & Biker [ENG]

10-Cole Mitchel

“So?” Jake spoke up as Nova poured him some lemonade. “When were you planning to tell me the Prom was back?” he asked, sounding upset.

“The Prom?” Nova asked from behind the counter. Nervously, I sipped my whiskey to buy time and think of a response.

“Ask this guy,” I pointed at Nick, who quickly turned off his phone.

“Huh?”

“I was asking why you didn’t tell me about the school Prom,” Jake repeated, starting to sweat.

“Hey, calm down,” I placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. Nick behind me let out a sigh of relief.

“Because my love didn’t invite you,” Nick said, glancing at Nova. “It’s online. Olivia and Elery posted on the school’s site and Instagram that they’re reviving the Prom.” Nova leaned over the counter.

“Why do I always find out everything last?” she said irritably, as Jake raised his hand like he was in school.

“We’re in this together,” he smiled at her, and Nova gave him her sly grin.

“Get a room,” I said, amused, and took another sip of whiskey.

“Cole?” Nova looked at me, pointing to my phone lighting up, which had a background of Aurora. Nick, sitting next to me, pointed at the sender of the message that had just arrived.

“Why’s Olivia texting you?” I shrugged and unlocked my phone, tilting it towards Nick.

What a bitch.

Olivia Blake: You want Clara River back? I can make it happen, but the terms have changed. You still have to go to the dance and do everything you can to make sure I win, but you’ll take Mia with you, who I’ve ‘cut out.’ If you don’t, kiss Clara and your reputation goodbye!

I clenched my fist and watched Nick’s eyes jump from line to line. He handed the phone back to me, wide-eyed.

“Why is she asking you to do that?” he asked in surprise. I shrugged. I’d like to know that too.

“Let me see,” Jake said, stretching his hand out, and I handed him my black phone.

“I wanna see too,” Nova leaned towards him. Sure, everyone, just look at my message.

“Dude, you’ve lost,” Jake said with a smile. I rolled my eyes. I never lose.

“Who’s Mia?” Nova asked, tossing her long blue hair over her shoulder. I took a sip of whiskey. Sometimes, I can’t even look at her.

“She’s a redhead. She’s quiet, shy, and afraid of me.” I spread my arms. “It’s absolutely impossible to take her to the dance!” I barked.

“Calm down,” Jake said. Yeah, like that’s gonna help.

“Maybe we could kidnap her?” he said with a grin, and I shook my head with a slight smirk.

“I’ve got an idea,” Nova said, tapping the bar with her blue nails. She grabbed her phone, even though her boss was just around the corner. “What does she look like?” she asked after a while. It took me a moment to recall her image with my alcohol-fogged brain.

“She’s got red hair and eyebrows,” I hesitated, “and she’s shorter than me,” I said, as if that was important information.

Nick laughed. “And she wears elegant clothes.”

Nova rolled her eyes. “And her last name?”

The three of us exchanged surprised looks as Nova typed something into her phone.