My anomaly

Chapter 6 -Motorcycle Mayhem 1

"You can open your eyes now,"Alex chuckled. But I didn't. I couldn't. I was still clutching his waist so tight I'm sure he couldn't breathe by now. The ride on the motorcycle was one of the weirdest experiences I ever had. Sure it was scary,but what was scarier and really,really weird is that we almost got knocked down by a homeless looking dude driving a truck full of chicken. I know, what the sweet potatoes! A truck...full of live chicken. Guess you don't see that everyday. The old geezer swore at us,and stuck his hand out of the window showing us we're number one with his middle finger. The nerve of him!I eventually took a deep breath,opened my eyes and got off really slowly.

Alex made sure we weren't being followed by the paparazzi as we drove back to the hotel. I was starting to get really worried about Grace,I tried calling her a few times outside the hotel,but when she didn't pick up I gave up. I pressed the end call button and slid my phone in my coat pocket as I turned around to face Alex who was doing something to the motorcycle.

"What are we gonna do with it?"I asked nervously. An image of a really angry and tall,broad and muscular biker with a beard and a leather jacket popped in my mind as I looked at it. I shuddered as the biker in my head held a Pepsi can between his hands and effortlessly squeezed it until it was flat to show us what he'd do to our heads for stealing his precious motorcycle. Alex looked thoughtful for a minute then shook his head.

"I don't really know,"was his smart reply. I strained my brain for a minute,trying to think of an idea.

"Maybe we could take it back where we found it?"I asked,unsure. He glanced at me.

"No,and risk the paparazzi to catch us again? You know they're not gonna leave. They're there,waiting for us from now on," He said. Well,he had a point there.

"But surely the owner is gonna look for it,besides,we can't just go back and put it back there like nothing ever happened," I mumbled more to myself, calculating and forming ideas.

"Alex,we have to go to the police and explain why we stole it,"I said. Right now,that was the only idea to put my mind at ease. Alex looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?Do you wanna go to jail or something?"he asked,leaning on the motorcycle with his back.

"We're not gonna go to jail if firstly they know who we are and why we stole it,and second,if we offer to pay for any damage or something,"I explained,

"Bella,I don't think telling the cops every bit of information of where we live and stuff is a good idea. We can't trust them." he argued,

"We can ask to leave what we said private,I'm sure they can do that. Come on Alex,we have to try,"I argued back.

"I'll call Celeste to back us up," I said as the idea immediately popped in my mind.

"No!Dont call Celeste!She'll kill us both if she finds out we stole a motorcycle,then probably ended up in jail,"he exclaimed as he quickly stepped in front of me and tried to snatch my phone. I quickly held it behind my back.

"Alex,it's better to be scolded then forgiven later than us really ending up in jail."I debated.

"I'm gonna lose my job!You'll have it written on your permanent record!"he argued back,

"I won't,Mr Lynch will never allow that,plus there is a good reason why we did what we did,so shut up and go to tell the cops with me!"I nearly screamed in frustration. I put on my best death glare,which seemed to work by Alex's shocked face.

"We will call Celeste,tell her what happened,she'll back us up,we'll tell the cops,we give the damn motorcycle back and try to reason with the owner like the young adults we are,ok?"I quietly spoke. He mutedly nodded.