As Hannah and Athena were leaving, they realized that they didn't have a ride. Nash and Brennan looked at each other and smirked, "Need a ride?"
"Um, yeah," Athena ventured, staring at Nash's motorcycle nervously.
"Alright, Hannah! Hop in!" Brennan said as she climbed into the front seat of his Dark blue Ford F150.
"See you guys tomorrow!" Hannah yelled out the open window as they drove off.
"Come on Athena, it'll be fine," Nash comforted as he handed her the helmet.
She swung her leg over the seat but kept some space between her and Nash's back.
"Hold on tight!" he screamed as he sped off. Athena lurched back a little but pulled herself back up against Nash, hugging him tightly. As they drove through the streets on their way back to Nash's house Athena screamed, "This is amazing!" Nash just kept his eyes on the road and smirked. He knew Athena was perfect for him, however, for once he had the urge to take a relationship slow. This thought scared him to death only because of how his body reacted whenever she was near.
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Gymnastics or Gymnicestics ( completed) (Under Construction)
Teen FictionA not so typical high school romance that is about a high school gymnastics team and their lives.
