Mr. Perfect

Chapter 24: Con Artists and Rash Drivings

Evan (P.O.V.)

"No way!" Faith exclaimed as soon as we got to the parking lot.

I sighed, stopping.

"No way, what?" I said.

"There's no way I'm going on that."

"Don't refer to it as that. It's a bike."

"That's not a bike. It's a motorcycle."

"It's the same thing."

"No, it's not. If it were a bike, I would have gone on it."

"Bicycle?" 

"Yes."

"That's tacky. But what else can we expect from commoners like you?"

Faith gasped.

I got on the bike.

"Now, are you coming or not?" I said, holding the helmet out for her. 

She stood there, not knowing what to do. 

I looked at my watch impatiently.

"We don't have all day," I said. "You said you wanted to help. Hurry up because you're wasting my time, and time is p-"

"Yeah, yeah, we know how precious time is for you." She interrupted, taking the helmet.

I rolled my eyes.

"I will ride with you only on one condition."

"And what is that?"

"I will drive the bike."

I raised my eyebrows at her. 

"What do you mean by you will drive the bike?" I asked.

"It means I will drive, and you will sit behind me." She said. 

I let out a chuckle. 

"Are you out of your mind?" I asked, immediately getting serious. "What do you think of me? Do you think that I will let you drive my bike?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked defensively. 

"It means that you're a horrible driver!"

She gasped.

"The worst driver I have ever seen," I said. "And you think I would be crazy enough to let you drive my bike?"

"You don't know me like that." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Oh really? Is that why you hit Ray with a car and almost killed him?"

She removed her hands from her chest. 

Now, she looked like she was feeling bad. 

Her confidence is gone as she looks upset and guilty. 

I smirked at her facial expression.

"It was just an accident." She said after a while. "I didn't do that on purpose."

"Why are you always creating drama?" I said. "Why don't you just sit on the bike without making a scene?" 

"Because I don't trust you."

I sighed heavily.

"I don't get it, Faith," I said, getting annoyed. "What could I possibly do?"

"I'm pretty sure you will be applying sudden brakes." She said. 

"Sudden brakes? What the hell is that?" 

"You know, when guys get girls on their bikes, then apply the brakes occasionally to get close to them."

I once again raised my eyebrows at her stupidity.