Biker Babe

Chapter 3 (Picture of bike)

Chapter 3

Harley's POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP my alarm clock went off, signaling that it was my first day of a real school in three years. Groaning I slowly sat up, rubbing my head, probably making my bed head worse. I slipped out of my lumpy bed, my toes touching the ugly brown carpet I moved my bare legs across the floor, walking to the small bathroom to do my daily routine. Even though my daily routine usually starts around ten and not six in the morning. When back in my room I slowly slipped off my big grey sleeping shirt. It was my dad's old shirt. I looked in the mirror only wearing a pair of panties. I lightly touched the circular scar on my stomach. That scar held memories. Bad ones. No Harley you promised not to think about that night. Only in the quiet of the night and the sacred place of sleep.

I went to my dresser drawer and picked out a simple outfit not wanting attention on the first day. I got dressed in dark blue skinny jeans, a grey v-neck, and I put my trusty navy blue Converses in my beat up brown backpack. Quickly brushing my wavy hair free of tangles I sat on my bed and then quickly stuffed my foot in my bike boots and then pulled on my leather jacket.

I locked the apartment up but not before eating an apple. I could hear my bike boots crunch under the gravel parking lot. Throwing over the blue tarp that covered my bike, I looked at my pride and joy. The only thing besides the shop that was dear to me. My bike. It was my dad's old '96 Honda CBR1100XX the fourth fastest legal street bike out there. Before I got it though it was a piece of shit. My dad didn't take that great care of it, probably because it wasn't his best bike. Before I could even ride it I practically had to rebuild the whole thing. I call her Blackbird.

Slipping on my black helmet, I stretched my long legs over the bike. Caressing the shiny smooth black metal. Starting up the bike I heard the motorcycle roar to life, it was like music to my ears, and felt the bike rumble under me. Pulling out of the gravel filled parking lot I started to ride down the street. Even with the jacket and helmet I still felt the wind whip around me. The feeling was exhilarating. I could never get use to the wonderful feeling of riding, going as fast as humanly possible.

Before I knew I was at the school, everyone looking at me. I understand, new kid coming in the middle of the school year riding a bike. I stretched my jean clad legs over the bike. Taking off my helmet I shook out my dark wavy hair. Taking my keys I unlocked the back seat so I could hook my helmet on to it. Looking up at the school I realized just how big it was. Pushing back my nausea I continued walking up the steps.

"Excuse me I need my schedule and a map." I asked the lady at the desk politely. She was a big black woman with long acrylic talons and was currently talking on the phone about her new weave. She looked up at me like I was so rude to interrupt her conversation.

"Hold up girl, some girl needs my help." the lady said before clicking the hold button. Giving a big sigh she asked me, “Last name."

"Travis"

"Harley?" she asked me.

"The one and only." My patience was wearing thin. Damn lady just give me my shit so I can get to class and don't you have a so girl that is equally as annoying as you to talk to? I looked down and saw the lady starring at me. "What?"

"Oh nothing I was just thinking about my equally annoying friend." she said roughly handing me my papers. Oops I must have said that out loud, well too bad nothing I can do know. I thought as I walked off not caring that I said that too her.

English - Ms. Olmadeo

Chemistry - Ms. Lamers

Calculus - Mr. Williams

Lunch

History - Mr. Smith

French - Mr. Roberts

Dance - Ms. Lopez

Standing outside of room 306 looking in I saw that class had already began. I twisted the door hoping that school wouldn't be as shitty as it was the last time I was here.

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