An Indefinite Meaning

Chapter Seven [The Ride]

Hey it's Ari, sorry for the very very long updates but very very short chapter. I'm trying my best but I just started up color guard, speech and debate and I just became a freshmen! So I'm hoping you guys will forgive me (??). Anywho! I love you all, and please enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter Seven - The Ride

Sterling's P.O.V

Georgia looks at me, helmet held in both of her hands, tightly gripped by her dainty fingers. Her blonde hair was starting to frizz up for some unknown reason, her blue eyes more ecstatic then before.

"Tell me," she said lightly, "that I do not have to get on that thing." I looked at her, narrowing my eyes directly towards her own. She knew exactly what I was going to say before I even said it. "Sterling!" she shrieked. "I am not getting on that thing. I mean I'm always up to do something new but that, that's a motorcycle. It practically lives to kill people!"

I sighed, jumping off the bike after pushing down the stand. "You're being uptight," I told her. "It's annoying. Live a little."

"You live a little," she panted. "That motorcycle will kill you!"

The fact that I was even having this conversation with her killed me to no extent. "Give me your hand," I ordered, propping my arm out towards her so that she could put her small hand in my slightly larger one.

"Why?" she asked solemnly, her eyes dilating in size as she looked at me confused.

"Just do it," I uttered, a bit impatiently.

"No," she said. "I don't want to. I don't trust you."

"You should trust me," I reminded her. "Come on, I know that bond wants you to trust me."

"No."

The look that grew onto my face was too hard to not notice. I grabbed her hand harshly, gripping it tightly so that she wouldn't move. "What are you doing?" she asked as her small hand wiggled in my own. "Since when did you get so dominant?!?" she shrieked, obviously horrified by me.

I looked at her as if realizing something for the first time. This wasn't me. I would never physically grab a girl against her will. "I. . . don't know," I muttered, disappointed in myself.

I wanted to protect her but I couldn't do that if she wouldn't listen to me. "It's the bond," Georgia whispered, knowingly. I nodded absentmindedly, but none the less held tighter onto her hand with my right one.

"Don't scream," I muttered, reaching out my left hand so that a claw like nail could grow out of my index finger. With one swift movement, I scraped her hand with my claw quickly, then I moved the claw back into my hand. Her eyes widened as she moved her hand out of my own and screamed in pain.

"What the hell!?!" she screeched. "Sterling, that hurt!"

"I told you not to scream," I told her, already bored and pissed off with her attitude.

"That hurt! You can't expect me not to scream."

"Look at your hand," I ordered, her following my demand as quickly as I said it.

"Oh my-"

"I know," I muttered. The red blood that poured out of her like Niagara Falls started to stop, the cut healing itself up. "So, this here motorcycle will not kill us if we crash. Not like I will crash it that is. . ." I added.

She was still looking at her hand like it was something special. "Sterling. . ." she muttered. "We can heal like that?"

"Yup," I told her happily. "So can we go or like what?"