Highway To Hell

C H A P T E R F O U R

F O U R: FUCK ME.

"You're ready. Those motherfuckers won't know what hit them when you grace them with your presence." I recited from a book called 'Building Confidence 102' as I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror.

But seriously. 102. Not 101? Someone wasn't right in the head.

Sighing, I threw the book on my unmade bed. I cocked my head, looking at my messily braided brown hair and my makeup-free face. I was dressed ordinarily, with a dark tank top and skinny jeans, with my vans backpack slung casually over my shoulder.

I turned around and surveyed my room. Everything was unpacked and loaded. My blue and purple blankets and pillows were half slipping off the king-sized bed, and my clothes were haphazardly thrown into the white dresser. My wall was filled with polaroids and pictures of places I'd never been to, with a huge hand drawn watercolour map I'd found at an old bookstore and loved. The floor-to-ceiling bookcase was filled with books, all my favourite ones, and a tiny globe sat on my nightstand along with a picture of my grandmother and grandfather.

I think I have a severe case of wanderlust.

Sighing, I checked my watch and swore loudly when I realised I had no form of transportation whatsoever and ran down the stairs, my vans still half-on-half-off.

I ran my hand through my hair frantically, looking around for any bus stop or any cars, but fuck this little shithole, no one was here.

An engine sounded, puttering and then humming smoothly.

Except him.

How should I approach? Sassy, sarcastic, witty, polite, awkward-

"Can I pay you to take me to school?" I blurted out.

He raised a perfect dark eyebrow as if to communicate, "WTF?"

You should've kept your fat mouth shut.

He raised the other eyebrow and somehow managed to look drool-worthy while doing it.

Fuck me.

"Please." I finally ground out through a clenched jaw.

"Get on." oh lords above, his voice. It was deep and husky with a touch a smooth honey that sent tingles up and down my spine.

I gulped as I sat down on the monstrosity of black metal, swinging my leg over.

He gently stuffed the helmet onto my head and said, "Wouldn't want you to break your pretty face."

I grinned at him underneath the helmet. "Think I already did that yesterday when I face-planted the ground."

And he laughed. A deep, warm sound that made my toes curl and butterflies flutter.

"Just hold on, yeah?" he gently placed my hands onto his rock-hard stomach (no doubt, I felt abs.) and I had to resist the urge to feel him up then and there.

I shut my eyes tightly. I was not going to have that super awkward cliché moment where the girl is mesmerised by the oh-so-gorgeous flying sights and the 'freedom' on the motorcycle.

Although the wind was pretty nice.

Sigh.

Soon, we arrived at my new school. Westville High, a huge blue-and-yellow banner that was sprawled haphazardly across a fountain out front proclaimed.

Immediately, as I swung my leg over and off the motorcycle and he got off, stretching and revealing a strip of golden skin, and a horde of scantily clad girls swarmed him instantly.

I raised an eyebrow and started towards the doors, and somehow, he broke free of his adoring, swooning fans and caught up to me, jogging a bit.

"Hey, I don't know your name." he said, keeping up with me easily with long-legged strides.

"Lysandra." I said, looking up at him, a wry smile twisting my lips.

"Alec. Alec West." he said. Suddenly, a booming laugh sounded behind me, and Alec narrowed his eyes at the source of the laugh.

I turned to find three boys standing behind up, eyes scrunched up in laughter. Hot. Hot damn indeed.

Gods above, this place was packed with hotties.

"Man, you're fucking whipped." one of the boys said, punching Alec's arm playfully.

Not giving Alec time to respond, he winked at me and bowed. "Jared Ross. At your service, milady."

Ah, the charmer. Two could play at this game.

I curtsied and smirked at him. "Lysandra. Charmed."

I then turned and stuck out my hand for a friendly shake, but the square-jawed douche pulled me in for a guy-hug and slammed his hand on my back two times.

I was purple by the time he released me.

"I think you fucking broke her spine, Callum." Alec looked at me worriedly.

The other one seemed shyer than the rest of them, even a little innocent. "My name's Miles." he smiled at me, hiking his backpack farther up his shoulder.

I beamed at him and he relaxed slightly, his smile becoming brighter.

"Miles, you're such a fucking pussy." Callum laughed.

I did not like this guy. "How is being a pussy a bad thing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Obviously taken aback, he stuttered, "Wh-what?"

"Are you fucking implying that being anything like a female would be an insult? Because let me tell you something here, mate." I stalked up to him and stared him down. "If you fucking think like that, I will beat some goddamned sense into your pea-sized shitface brain."

Jared whooped loudly as Alec and Miles grinned at me.

Hooking an arm around my neck, Jared affectionately ruffled my hair and led me into the school, followed by Alec and Miles, who were still laughing their asses off, passing by gawking students and fuming fangirls, a sulking Callum following behind us.

There goes 'staying undetected'.