Face Your Demons

Part 2

I usually listened to music every morning but in my rush, I forgot my headphones at home. Yet, thankfully, that was the reason why I was able to immediately hear the ominous rumbling of a motorcycle's engine that was approaching fast. I moved aside, onto the pavement. The flashy red motorcycle sped up past me, did a swift drift and then came to a halt perpendicularly to me – on the pavement. I turned to face the rider, but I could not make out who he was since he was wearing a helmet. I scurried sideways and proceeded to continue walking ahead. The red beast retreated backwards and blocked my way. I snorted.

"Do you mind?" I snapped sharply. The biker responded with two noisy engine roars. "What do you want? Who are you?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure throughout the bizarreness of the situation. The biker immediately signaled me to sit behind him. "Yeah, how about no?" Without speaking a word, he signaled me again to go with him. "You see that? That's my school. I am a student. A minor," I spoke my last two words very slowly and clearly, almost as if I was talking to a nearly-deaf grandpa, using big mouth-movements, breaking down every letter. Getting picked up on the way to school, well that was a first.

The biker immediately turned off his motorcycle once he noticed the annoyance in my stare. He slowly lifted his black helmet, but only just a tiny bit, up to his mouth. I glanced at his strong, square jaw with the fine stubble, and at the pair of thin lips that were softly smiling.

"Calm down. I will take you to school." His voice was surprisingly deep and warm. He spoke with such sharp, direct sentences. "Hop on." Oh! Very commanding as well.

I looked at the hill that towered ahead of me, and then back at the bike. The answer to that dilemma was obvious. I climbed behind him and firmly hugged his wide torso.

"Understand one thing; I am not that kind of girl. If you try to take me anywhere but school, I will jump off!" I threatened him. I felt his chest vibrating lightly. Did he just giggle?

The motorcycle came to a stop in the parking lot and as close to the main entrance as possible. By the time the engine stopped, the bell rang, first period was on and some people were already on the move. The handful of students who were outside were gawking at us. It was understandable why; you had that massive and aggressive red machine, with smooth lines that reflected speed and power along with the addition of a quite odd and threatening-looking covered stranger sporting a sleek leather jacket – the whole image had the 'Not-from-boring-small-town-Clawstone' vibe. For a glimpse of a moment, something important flickered in my mind; I was super late for school! I had to go all the way to the administration to get my schedule and stuff and agh! I jumped off the bike, gave a 'thank you' double pat on the back of the random guy who gladly didn't turn out to be a psychotic rapist/killer, and dashed off into the building.

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How you findin' the story so far? Have you ever gotten on a motorbike?

*Cue anecdote-time*
First time I got on a bike, it was a what you call an uncle-bike Harley, it had three wheels (one front, two back). I was so excited and had so much fun but then as I was getting off it I burned my calf on its exhaust - got a second degree burn.
Second time I got on a bike, we got hit by car (no worries, it wasn't a big impact, the car was just taking a turn), my leg though got trapped between the bike and the car, it kinda screwed my knee but that's no biggie because I am a lazy couch-champion, wasn't putting my knee on much use anyway.

Have my first two motorcycle experiences stopped me from hop-hoping up on them? Nop, not really.
Muehehe I'm a daredevil! Nop, not really.