The Girl Who Dared (DISCONTINUED)

Taking a Ride on the Wild Side

Hey guys, I have a question for you guys. Do you want or not want cussing in this story? I haven't done any in the past chapters. I may have hinted at it, but not full out said it. So if you think it would make the story more realistic, funny, or entertaining, than comment! Thanks!

"You've got to be joking me."

I gawked at my temporary transportation and he smirked. What's up with hot playboys smirking? They do it so naturally that I can't help but be jealous. It took me forever to learn how to smirk perfectly. My thoughts over Chase smirking were cut short.

"Well, princess, you gonna get on it or what?" He motioned to his motorcycle.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Are you sure you won't kill me? I don't want the last face I see to be yours."

"Most girls would kill to ride with me on my motorcycle, much less me look their way." He retorted.

"You are so annoying."

"Hey, you love me though, princess." Chase gave me a lopsided grin, and I couldn't help but smile.

I walked over to the menacing motorcycle and tried to convince myself that it would be fun. Chase took a seat on the motorcycle and smiled at me, "You ready?"

No regrets, I said to myself. I swung one of my legs over the motorcycle seat and shifted around. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his shoulders.

"Make this ride count, Thor," I whispered.

I knew he was grinning when I called him Thor. I snuggled myself closer to him and There was absolutely no space between me and Chase's back.

"You'll never forget this ride, princess." His voice was deep and a little unnerving. He was planning something and I gripped his waist tighter.

The engine growled and we sped off the driveway. When we turned off the driveway, Chase purposely dipped the motorcycle to the right. It was so low, that I could've just leaned off the side and laid on the ground. I gripped his waist tighter and yelled, " You're going to have to do better than that Chase. If you want me to remember this ride!"

I wasn't sure if he heard me over the engine and the wind. Then, he suddenly sped up faster, and I knew he had heard. We were on the highway, and there were cars around us. Chase weaved between the cars and he was laughing. I started to laugh too, until I heard police sirens. Chase muttered something incomprehensible, slowed down, and pulled over. The police sirens had stopped blaring and the car parked behind us. Chase pulled off his helmet, but I kept mine on, hoping to hide my face from the police officer.

"Son, can you explain to me why you were driving 102 miles per hour when the speed limit is 80? Or that you were fishin' between cars?" He said with a thick southern accent. The police officer was a little on the rounder side, and he had a thick mustache. Aviators covered his eyes, and he was frowning.

"Well, sir, can you explain to me why you look like you've had too many donuts for breakfast?" Chase mocked in a terrible accent.

"Chase! You can't just say that!" I whisper-yelled," Listen, officer, he didn't mean any-"

The officer cut me off with a wave of his hand, and I shut my mouth. This town's citizens cut me off one too many times.

The officer and Chase had an intense stare down, but suddenly, the officer threw back his head and laughed.

"You were always a funny one, son. I'll let you off with a warning. This is your 20th warning, or something. Am I right? Just stop by the station tomorrow, the boys miss you. Have a nice day, Chase and his lady friend!" The officer let out a chuckle and walked back to his car. I was gaping at Chase and he turned around and grinned.