Blue Flower

Chapter 4

-Andrew-

The bike leapt high. I didn't know what's wrong with this guy. He must be practicing this stunt all his life. My instincts told me that I have to hold on to him. I grasped on his shirt and closed my eyes tightly, as we flew a few feet above the ground.

“Here we go!” he shouted and the bike suddenly landed on the ground. The bike ran faster than I could imagine. As I opened my eyes, the world around me seemed to run ahead of me. I almost wanted to throw up, but where?

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath.

“Are they following us?” he said.

I looked at where we came from.

“No, we're running too fast.” I responsed.

Was he crazy? How could those mongrels follow us if we're running fater than a bullet train? How stupid...

He slowed down as we made our exit out of the school.

“Please stop for a while.” I pleaded. He directly followed what I said.

He turned to face me. He was as beaten as I am. His lower lip was bright red with blood. He got a bruise on the cheek out of that hard blow, and he looked weak. In his appearance, it was as if he would fall down first before I would.

I knew I had to apologize. He was insane enough to save a stranger like me.

We were both silent for a while. We didn't have anything to talk about or say to each other, unless one of us would break the silence.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

I nodded meekly.

“Sorry for bothering your time. You don't have to do that, you know. I don't know how to make it up to you.”

He flashed a bright and optimistic smile.

“It's nothing. I've done this several times, and I got beaten up.” he answered. The look in his eyes assured me that he was really okay.

I felt that my apology wasn't enough. I hopped off of his bike and walked starightly down the road, despite the pain in my body.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked.

This time, I turned to face him.

“I have to go go home now. You don't have to worry. My house is just a few blocks away.” I lied, then walked a few more steps.

With his bike, he drove after me.

“I can take you to your house. Don't just walk away from me. I know your house is far from here. Let's go.”

God, how did he know I was lying to him.

I didn't answer him and just walked away. I knew I have to avoid him. What he did a while ago was more than enough.

He blocked my way and stopped in front of me, and with a firm look, he insisted on what he wanted to do.

“Please. I know you're weak. We're both weak. Come on. I don't have any bad intentions with you.”

I sighed and rode on his bike. I guess I was left with only one choice.

We didn't talk the whole trip. Or if we had, it was then that I told him where to go, until we finally reached home.

“Thank you.” I mumbled and got off his bike.

“Your welcome. Get some sleep when you reach your bedroom. I'm sure your bed is king-size.” he said, with a smile. There was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

I tired to smile back, and facing all the shame and disturbance I caused him. I walked up to my house without saying a word.

When I looked at him from my bedroom window, I could see pain, while he struggled to drive himself home.