That One Summer

That One Summer Ch.30

Okay! So this is NOT long...not long at all. I feel bad for not uploading for a long time, so I just wrote this in like, fifteen minutes. Hah. Well this is just a filler while I think of the last few chapters. I almost feel like I'm dragging this story out to much, soo...yeah.

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--Thomas-

“Damn it.” I ran my fingers through my hair. I almost had her again. I’m not even sure if she believes me.

“Hey there, stranger.” A voice said. When I looked up, I wanted to strangle the person the voice belonged to.

“What the hell do you want?” I growled. She looked scared for a little.

Good.

“I-I just thought you needed company.” She mumbled.

“Nope. I’m good. I’m just waiting for the check. The person I was just with left.” I shot back as I waved the waitress over.

“Done already?” The older lady asked.

“Yeah, sorry.”

She nodded her head before getting the check out and placing it in front of me.

“Thanks.”

“Was your company Mallory? Cause if it was, I just saw her climbing on a motorcycle with some tall, dark, mysterious guy.”

“WHAT?!” I slammed my hands on the table and people stared. I ignored them all and grabbed her shoulders.

“Where?” I shook Melina’s shoulders.

“In the parking lot.” She said, her eyes as wide as saucers. I slammed twenty on the table before running out the door. On my way out, I thought that maybe Melinda was lying, something she’s pretty damn good at. But as soon as I saw Mallory slide the helmet on her head and wrap her arms around the guy in leather, I knew Melinda wasn’t lying. The guy turned around and said something to Mallory. I heard her laugh and then nod her head.

“Mallory!” I screamed. She turned her head and our eyes met, as soon the motorcycle started to pull out of the lot. I broke out into a sprint.

“Mallory! Mallory!” I yelled her name over and over as I tired my best to keep up with them. But of course it was not good. They’re on a freaking motorcycle. I stopped, out of breath. I placed my hands on my knees, trying to relax. It was no use. Om really worried about Mallory. She could get so hurt.

What do I do? It’s not like she’ll answer her phone. I’ve called her one hundred times a week.

“Shit.” I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Hey! Get in! We can chase her down together.” I looked over my right shoulder and saw Melinda sitting in her red truck. I shook my head.

“You just make things worse.”

Melinda pouted. I turned on my heel to start back to the parking lot to get my car.

“Let me drive you!” She yelled. I ignored her and kept on walking.

I ran to my car and started to drive, looking for Mallory with that dumb-ass biker. Next time I see him; I’m going to kick his ass.

--Mallory

“Hold on tight!” Luck smiled at me. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Through his thin grey v-neck, I could feel his nice, strong abs.

“Ready?” He asked as he revved his engine. I giggled.

“Yep!”

“Let’s go!” He kicked his feet off the ground and we started. I felt the wind hit my face. I closed my eyes, taking it all in. I opened my eyes right when Luke glanced at me. He smiled kindly.

“Are you scared?”

“No.” I shook my head firmly. “This is amazing. I’ve never done this before.”

“Wanna see something that’s even more amazing than this?”

“Yes.” I nodded my head.

I felt my phone start buzzing in my pocket. I waited until we were at a red light to pull out my phone to see who was calling me. It was Thomas. I scoffed and deleted the message.

“What?” Luke asked over his shoulder.

“Nothing.”

“Hm, you’ll have to tell me about it later.” Luke said and then started to move us forward again. I didn’t say anything, but hugged his body closer to mine. It felt so right to have him in my arms, even though I have no clue who Luke is, I feel like I could enjoy getting to know him.