Pulse

Chapter 6- I Can Show Yo-

Chapter Six:

After lunch I contemplate going to class, but I already missed most of the day, there would be no point in going to any other classes.

Perks of being the sad girl. No one would dare say something to me about it.

It is already one and I can't risk waiting inside of the school for Dorian, so I get out my phone to text him before I realize I don't have his number. Nor do I want it, but in this particular moment it would really be ideal. I sit there tapping my foot impatiently, considering whether or not to go in and get him or not. Much to my surprise, Dorian walks out with a hidden smile on his face like he had read my thoughts.

'I'm ditching, can we leave?" He questions, his amber green eyes gleaming.

I shoot him a look, and arch my eyebrow.

His deep voice resonates, "I saw you leave lunch, and I was about ready to go too."

"Mhm." I grunt as I lifted myself on the sleek motorcycle, trying to hide my content. "Seems more like you were following me, but it's okay, I'll play along." 

With a huff he ignores my comment, it was a shot in the dark, but maybe I was actually right.

As he approaches I scoot up before he can get on. A gust of wind hits me and I shiver, but it stops when Dorian's gaze starts to burn a hole in the side of me. I do vaguely recall something about him having control issues about his bike. Just vaguely.

"Move." He demands wasting no time with formalities, his voice is shrill but that shit doesn't intimidate me. He's probably used to people falling to his feet when he uses his "big boy" voice. His expression shifts and I don't know what to expect. He doesn't share much about himself, and he certainly isn't an easy book to read.

I look up to meet his gaze, and grin.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, before he states more sternly, "Now." 

"No." I state sweetly, "I wanna drive. I know how."

Much to my dismay, he ignores my demands, "Cool, buy your own fucking bike."

I pout, sticking out my botton lip. 

"You've got to be shitting me."

He sighs, and I think I've won for a split second, then he contorts his face again, "No one besides me has ever driven this, and you're no exception."

"Now we can do this the easy way," Dorian's voice warns, "or the hard way."

I bat my eyelashes, and before I know it he is stepping towards me, his large hands lifting me in the air. And as suddenly as is starts, I am sat on the pavement. I yelp in protest but he doesn't seem to give a rat's ass whether or not I am actually hurt. Not that I'd care if it was him.

Okay, fair.

He swings his leg over, and is perched on his bike in one swift movement, like it is the most natural thing in the world. His dark jeans cling tightly to his legs, and I quickly avert my eyes from him.

"On." He commands again.

I frown, "Is that another order, Colonel?"

At that point he'd slightly pissed me off. He scowls, a truly unattractive look for him, and then proceeds to attempt a smile, "Fuck yourself."

I can't stop the automatic response I have to that, earning another pissy look, "Maybe later."

He rolls his now lighter green eyes, and revs the engine once again as I struggle to get comfortable on the sleek bike.