This was not how I expected to be spending my birthday; detention until 4:00.
"How inconvenient" I sighed to myself, looking at my notes. I was busy rewriting for organization purposes. Every time I looked up the teacher made eye contact with me. Her stares made me look back down and frantically write on my lined paper.
Even though I had better plans for today, I couldn't help but enjoy the extra time to get stuff done. Unlike most of my classes, it was peacefully quiet; no distractions. As I thought that I felt something hit my back. Turning to see an eraser on the floor I sighed, picked it up and looked at the person behind me. He was cowering his face into one of his hands as his dark bangs messily laid over.
"Here" I whispered, taking a glimpse to the teacher to make sure she wasn't looking.
"Sorry." The deep voice of the boy brought shivers to my spine. He sounded like he was twenty at the least; however he still looked like a mormal highschooler. I nodded and turned back around, forgetting the whole thing.
When everyone was dismissed I got up and walked out to look for my bike. It was a shiny blue, street sport motorcycle that I rode often. I saw it parked in the middle of the empty parking lot. However, a person stood next to it, his eyes glued to its finesse.
"Excuse me?" I yelled across the distance. He turned to look at me, and I noticed who the admirer was. It was the eraser boy.
"Is this yours?" He called back to me. I nod as I started to walk towards him.
As his features became clear, I studied him. His pale skin went well with his nearly black, messy, emo-styled hair. He had a small scar under his eye. Speaking of eyes, his eyes were a stunning, bright blue that looked perfect; although, since his hair was covering up his eyes, I had trouble seeing them. Under his lips were black, snakebite piercings. I almost choked at the sight of him.
"Are you a fan?" I asked, grabbing my helmet from the seat.
"Totally. I do a bit of street racing myself." He stated.
My mind went blank for a second. "Street racing?" I threw my hands in front of me. "No, you've got the wrong idea. There is no way I'd do that."
"I see. So what's your name?"
"Crystal, and yours?"
"Aiden." He leaned over my motorcycle and whispered. "Have you ever been to a street race event?"
"Uhhh~" I looked at him with a uncertain expression. What was going on?
"Here." Aiden pulled a paper out of his back pocket and reached for a pen from his bag. Quickly, he wrote his number down and handed it to me. "Text me later and I will take you to one." He winked as he turned around and hopped into his car and driving off.
What?
•••
When I got home, I walked into my house and quickly made my way upstairs. Everything in my arms were dropped to the floor as I typed in the number Aiden had given me. On the way home I had talked myself into getting excited about going. Being on a date with a cute motorcyclist would be perfect.
Aiden?||
I waited for about five minutes before I got a reply.
||wrong number
My heart skipped a beat as I rechecked the number. I got another text before I could reply.
||I'm joking. This is him. Did your hopes go down?
Not really.||
||Too bad. So can I pick you up at 7:00 for our date tomorrow?
So it is a date is it?||
||Of course. So yes or no?
Yeah, okay||
||awsome, I'll see you then.
Sounds good||
I ended the conversation and threw my phone onto my bed. I needed something to wear. Despite being a tomboy, I still put in as much effort into my looks than any other girl.
"Crystal, dear." My mom walked into my room, automatically seeing my blissful expression. "What are you happy about?" She asked in a silly tone.
I popped my hip to the side and leant forward slightly. "I've got a date tomorrow."
My mom clapped continuously with an O-shaped mouth. She was such a doof sometimes. She was a kind-hearted woman with the beauty of a goddess. Unfortunately, my genes don't align as well as hers.
My hair was long, curly, dyed as an ombre'd dark blue to a light, almost white blue. My skin was finely tanned, going well with my brown eyes. I stood up to 5'9", a few inches above average for a girl. My mom says I'm her spitting image, but I doubt her words. I'm a loner at school; no friends, no interaction in class, and no reaction to my presence from anyone. That is, until today.
"So what are you going to wear on this date of yours?" She asked, looking over to my closet. I just shrugged and looked away with a flustered look. "Hmm. How about we buy a new outfit for you?"
I jolted up, frantically shaking my hands in front of me. "We don't have to do that! It's just a night out."
"Nonsense!" My mom retorted. "Appearance is everything on a first date." She took a hold of my arm and started to drag me to the door.
"We're going right now?" I asked in shock. I mean sure we can go shopping, but at this very moment?
"Of course!"
The car ride was pretty much my mom getting over excited about my date. She asked so many questions. She was like a fangirl or something. Considering we watch anime all the time, it's not that surprising she acts that way.
We had reached the mall. My mom had found a parking spot and stopped the car. We walked in and found a popular store which was known for its style. The two of us looked through some racks and shelves and picked out a few cute pieces of clothing. I quickly tried on each one before decided upon my favorite of the outfits.
My mom and I spent a few hours wandering the walkways of the enormous, multi-store building. Once we got bored with ourselves we brought our bags to the car and headed back home.
•••
"Let's see you." My mom knocked on my closet door impatiently.
I sighed, looking into the mirror on the wall. My outfit was a short black dress with a leather jacket to cover over.
"Well?" I asked as I opened the door and gave a little spin for my mom. She gave a big smile and nodded with approval.
Ding dong
The chime of the doorbell sounded through the house. My mom slapped my back, pushing me off balance.
I made my way down to the front door and opened it. Aiden stood there, looking at the ground. When he noticed me standing there he looked up, moving his head slightly upward.
"You look nice." Aiden smiled. Looking down to my dress.
"That's your date?" My mom's voice sounded from behind me, and from her reaction from earlier, it surprised me with her new bitter voice.
Before I spoke, Aiden spoke up. "I am."
My mom pulled me behind the door and whispered, "I was expecting him to be more like a gentleman, not some punk."
"Calm down mom." I whisper back. "I'll be fine. You were all over this. Let me have fun."
Mom sighed and nodded. "Okay, but keep your phone on and text me if you need help. I love you." She pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ear. "I still don't trust that punk."
"Yeah yeah. Bye mom." I walked out the door and let my mom close it behind me.
Aiden grabbed my hand and led me to the driveway. There, next to my motorcycle, was a black Ducati ST2. A type of tour sport motorcycle. I grabbed my helmet and hopped on behind him. He backed out and we sped away.
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A/N: so here is the first chapter. I need to edit it still so be patient with that. Really hope you liked it.
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