Another Cliché Love Story

Oh My God, Why My Life

Once Beatrice and I get done at the shooting range, we get back in the car.

"You ready to go home?" I ask.

"Nah, but I gotta check on my baby." She answers.

I nod and start driving. "So Jacob?" I ask.

"Yeah, I got his number." She informs.

"Beatrice-"

"What, I can talk to him, can't I?!"

"Yeah, but he's in a gang." I remind her.

She sighs. "Look, I'm not an easy anything so don't think I'll give my heart to him. And if he makes the mistake of giving me his, it will get broken."

I nod.

"Where we going now?" She asks.

"The auto shop. I'm going to get my baby."

"I am not riding that thing." She declines.

I roll my eyes. Beatrice has always been afraid of getting on motorcycles. I never understood why, they're so awesome.

We get to Mr. and Mrs. Motor's auto shop. I brace myself, because I might run into Elijah. If I knew these were his parents, I would have never kept my bike here.

Okay, that's a lie. They're the best at what they do. I mean I know how to do most of what they do, but they're better at just everything. Everybody with a any vehicle goes to Mr. And Mrs. Motors.

The manager, Jeff, sends me a quick smile and I park the car.

"You finally came to collect those bikes?" He asks, them nods at Beatrice.

"Just Cherry, today."

"Good, we put a couple other gears on her. We tricked her out a little."

"Yeah, I know, just bring her out here."

He was right and oh my God, she looks sleek. When I first handed her over, she was a little clumpy. It looks like they took off access parts and raised it. I don't know if I'll be able to fit.

He tosses me the keys and I get on. I start the engine and it feels so satisfying. I look back at Beatrice.

"You sure you don't want a ride?" I ask.

"Hell no. I'ma stick to my safe Jeep."

My phone rings and mother's name across the screen.

"Yes?" I answer, when I pick it up.

"Come home now. It's about your sister." She demands then hands up.

Don't you just love it when people car you for a quick conversation they could have just texted you?

"Your mom?" Beatrice predicts.

I nod. I sign a couple papers.

"Beatrice, I gotta go. Call me if your mom gets to you or anything happens with Ryan." I advise.

She nods and I drive off.

I missed this so freaking much; the wind blowing my face, making it hard to breathe. I missed it! I always felt that a car was too safe for me. I'm already a secluded person, but I don't know, it was something about a car that I just didn't like.

I arrive at the house quickly, but what the fuck did Beatrice do?! The windows are busted. She threw the fucking garbage can through the window and the ambulance is here.

"What happened?"

"Elizabeth said she was home studying and burglars came in!" Mother explained.