Rebellious

His heated breath blew against my unexpecting ear.

"Jasmine," he whispered. My body trembled when he spoke my name.

"Yes?" I answered, my nervous voice quaked at the mere thought of this mysterious boy. I felt his smirk grow at the realization of my fear.

"I want you," he seduced, the words flowed on track directly to my lobe. With that quote on replay in my cranium I could hardly nod a response.

His shoulder connected with mine as he casually brushed past me. His fit figure quickly faded within the moving crowd of surrounding people. I struggled to keep up, but somehow managed to spot him leaning against an empty wall near the exit. His arm rose along with his index finger while he moved it in a motion that speaks for itself, 'come here.' Was this a bad idea? My brain was advising me to go for it, that I needed rebellious introduced to my monotone life. In contrast my heart thumped at a greater pace warning that this fear is better left unconquered.

My steps started then stopped multiple times whilst my brain and heart battled. My stuttered walk ceased as my mind won. I soon found myself standing in front of this devilish man. I knew his intentions were anything but pure, yet I could not help my curious side taking the petite amount of control I may still have at this point.

His somewhat familiar smirk greeted me. He realized that he was the only one coming out victorious so far in this confusing situation. Without further words being exchanged between us he continued to move, expectant for me to follow.

In no time at all he was propped up on his motorcycle. The helmet carelessly placed on the back of the vehicle was pulled over his head, giving his multicolored quiff a dent.

I stopped in my tracks still deciding if my choice was the correct one. His look assured me that he was ready to leave, and I had no other choice but to oblige.

My steps hit the pavement softly as I took each movement deep into consideration. His ink covered arm extended towards my body, holding a helmet similar to the one covering his beautiful face. I took ahold of the safety equipment and pulled it over my head, any type of protection was one I was more than willing to use.

I hesitated to get on the back of the bike, but by his restrained movement I could tell he was becoming more and more impatient the longer I made him wait.

I straddled the leather seat and felt cold hands connect with mine as my arms were helpfully guided around his waist. Immediately after I heard the engine rev I knew I shouldn't have come. The speed continued to increase as well as my grip on this dare-devil boy. As we sped through the city I couldn't help but replay the recent events.

The whispering in my ear.

The walking away, pretending nothing had just happened.

The multiple stares I received while leaving the party with a guy like this.

The way he protected me but at the same time seemed to put me directly in the way of danger.

This was a feeling I didn't get often.

Adrenalin.

And I loved it.

A yell escaped my lips but the sound of the motorcycle was beaming far too loud to be able to hear it.

My grip loosened lightly but instantly became more firm as he halted suddenly at a stop sign.

My eyes shut tight, hoping this ride would soon be over. Then the thought hit me hard. Where was he taking me? I needed to go home. One of my arms released half of his body as I began to press my fist against his back with as much force as I could. I continued beating him, and yelling for him to stop but he wouldn't budge. I could feel my tear slip from my grip and trickle down my cheek, invisible to anyone else due to the helmet obscuring my face.

"Please! Stop!" I continued to scream in terror. I never stopped pounding his back until we stopped at an apartment. One that seemed to be beaten down and worn out.

"Take me home," I demanded. I was positive he could hear me. The helmet was yanked off of his head as the man continued to ignore my request. He dipped his head and began fixing his hair in the mirror.

"Now," I ordered him but again was denied. Without saying a word he lifted my helmet off and stared at my face. His golden brown eyes never moved from the grip of mine.

"Please," he said. For the first time his voice sounded innocent, which could only possibly be a trick, "Stay?" He asked. I knew what he wanted. Only one thing from me. But my mind chose to believe that there had to be some source of good in everyone. My head stuttered in a nod as I agreed to his offer.