I Hate You, but I Love You!

Chapter Four: Mr. Coffee Jerky!

My jaw clenched and I reluctantly wrapped my arms around him, feeling the hard muscle under my hands. "This just keeps getting better and better." I said, frustrated. I was suddenly very aware of how my chest was pressed against his back and the little to no space there was between us.

Brian seemed completely at ease as he started driving. Every part of me that was touching him was tingling but I convinced myself that it was my imagination.

He sped down the street, the wind slapping against my skin. My heart was already beating quicker than usual, but it sped up as the bike picked up speed. I watched the speedometer raise higher and higher. We're going too fast, I thought as my heart hammered in my chest. Why the hell was he going so fast!

I watched the cars shoot past and I imagined crashing into one of them. Or worse, I imagined a car coming towards us and the inevitable, painful death that awaited. I instinctively wrapped my arms tighter around Brian and tried to focus on my breathing.

In less than a minute we came to a stop. He parked the bike and I got off as fast as I could, my heart still beating rapidly and my hands slightly shaking.

"Were you trying to crash my rib cage?" He demanded, inspecting his ribs.

I took off the helmet, aware of my wild hair. I pushed it into his arms and glared at him. "Were you trying to get us killed!" I exclaimed angrily.

He looked at me with a mixture of arrogant surprise and confusion. "We weren't even going that fast."

"Like hell we weren't! What if a car had decided to come? We would have died."

He raised an eyebrow in response.

I made a disgusted face at him. "God, you're such an asshole."

Before he could respond I turned around and started walking towards the house. He could have killed us. He was an absolute, complete and utter moron.

I ignored the voice in my head that told me that I was the one who had decided to get on the bike. That I was the one who had decided that I would sit that bike while it illegally and treacherously drove down the wrong side of the road.

Still, he was the one who drove like a brainless maniac.

I looked around for Hazel and spotted her not too far away with Johnny. I walked over to where they were talking near his bike. Hazel saw me approach and waved.

"You owe me one." I whispered to her angrily. She simply grinned and slapped my shoulder. Johnny, Hazel and I walked into the house together and I suddenly forgot about my anger and irritation. The size of this place was indescribable. Not to mention insanely hectic at the moment. Music was blaring, people were grinding against each other and making out, and lights blinded me when I stared at a single place too long. There must have been at least three hundred people here.

Johnny said something in Hazel's ear. When she nodded, he turned to me. "You want a drink?" Johnny asked loudly. Hazel glanced at me worriedly and started protesting, "Um, I don't really think -"

"I would love one." I interrupted. Hazel's surprise was evident on her face and I couldn't help but be surprised at myself for my decision. Johnny smiled and said he would be right back.

Hazel raised her eyebrows and looked at me funny. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Like you said, I should have fun. It's time to live my life." I didn't add in that I needed something to calm my nerves down.

Johnny came back with two coolers and a beer. He handed the coolers over to us and we all clinked our bottles together.

"So," Johnny said when he finished his gulp, "What happened between you and B?"

"Who?" I asked stupidly. I took another sip out of the sugary, raspberry tasting drink. Not bad.

"My cousin Brian. Did he sleep with you then drop you?" Johnny inquired. I didn't get a chance to swallow before he said, "Sorry if he did, he can be a real grade a douchebag."

Hazel looked at me curiously too since I never mentioned "coffee-jerk" to her. I felt my face get hot. "Oh no, no nothing like that. I ran into him last week and he spilled my coffee all over my shirt. He didn't even apologize, he just gave me some cocky attitude and left."

Their faces were expectant, as if they were thinking, 'That's it?'. I sighed, "I don't know, he was just a complete asshole. I don't really like assholes." I shrugged and sipped my drink again.