Waves

Chapter 2

                When I got outside the warm air rushed into me and the sun hit my face. Even though it was extremely hot I loved this feeling. I could hear kids yelling and laughing playfully and smell and hear the Atlantic Ocean that was only about 100 yards away from where my house stood.            

                I sat down on my old fashioned yellow cruiser bike and put my phone and purse in the front basket. The ride from my house to Central Square was about 3 miles but I didn’t mind. The view along the way was beautiful and it was a super flat, super easy ride. I popped my ear buds in and began to peddle.

                As I rode along the sidewalk, I grew happier and calmer. My music just boosted my mood even more. All of a sudden, I felt a strong bump from behind me. What the heck? I thought to myself. I stopped my bike and pulled out my earphones and turned around quickly. I came face to face with a tall boy with dark curls on top of his head. I usually never notice people’s eyes but his were a striking green color that glistened even more in the sun. He was wearing a tank top and light denim shorts and had a black bandana pushing his curls back. He was balancing a blue bike similar to mine between his legs.

                “Watch where you’re going.” He said in a slightly rude tone. I noticed he had a British accent.

                I just looked at him for a second. He was extremely attractive. I regained my thoughts quickly.

                “Excuse me?” I snap. “You bumped into me. I was in front of you.”

                “Maybe you should go faster.” He says with a smirk.

                “Maybe you should slow down.” I reply back. I’m not usually this sassy.

                “Maybe I should.” He says after a moment. “But I’m not going to.” He gets back on his bike and I do the same. We head in the same direction.

                After a few minutes of biking, he suddenly stops, making me halt as well.           

                “Are you following me?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

                “No, I’m going to the square and I guess you are too.” I reply.

                “Oh.” He says. He sits back down on his bike and continues to ride.

                I speed up a little so that I’m riding alongside him on the thin path.

                “What’s your name?” I ask him trying to make conversation.

                “What’s yours?” He asks back.

                “I asked you first.” I say back.

                “Well I asked you second.” He shoots back playfully.

                “If you must know, I’m Leighton. Now, what’s yours?”

                “Leighton.” He repeats before chuckling slightly. “It’s unique.” He says.

                “Not really but thanks I guess.” I laugh. “So what’s your name?” I ask again.

                “I don’t know if I can trust you.” He says very seriously but I can tell he’s joking.

                “Dude, really. I’m very trustworthy.”

                “I’ll be the judge of that.” He says promptly.

                “Fine whatever, be difficult.” I say with a sigh.

                “I will be.” He says riding off.

                I put in my headphones and continue my ride toward the square, trying to forget about the slightly rude, extremely charming boy that I just encountered.