Chapter One
I walked to the front of the room and handed my teacher the quiz. She smiled at me and dismissed me after telling the homework assignment.
Shoving the papers into my bag I made my way to student parking. I felt a smile bloom on my face when I saw my boyfriend, Skyler, of five months leaned against the hood of his 2012 ford mustang. I gave a small wave before skipping into his arms and wrapping my hands behind his neck.
I kissed him while snatching the keys from his back pocket, "I'm driving." He laughed before quickly taking them back. I tried to snatch them again, but when he stood over a foot taller than myself and had longer arms than anyone I was way out of reach. He chuckled. Moving my curly hair from my face he kissed my forehead and unlocked the doors.
"Are you hungry? Summer school can tire someone out."
I smiled, "its one class for extra credit and its only eleven," I said checking my phone, "but sure."
He turned down a side street. I knew where he was heading, to Joe's Hogs. A local diner mainly for bikers but students from the high school slowly took over.
As I predicted some of the tables were taken by Fallen Hill's high school students.
Skyler and I made our way to the back of the small diner slash bar. He picked up the menu but I knew what he was going to order. The triple heart stopper. Three thick, not fully cooked patties, topped with every topping to put on a burger plus fries squeezed between.
I ordered my usual also, a small chicken sandwich. I folded my arms on the table across from Skyler. "You know," I said, "if you keep eating like this you're going to die at a very young age."
He chuckled and leaned back, "don't worry about me, babe. I won't die of just a burger. Takes more than that."
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window to see a black speed bike swerve into an empty spot.
Skyler noticed as well. The muscle twitched in his forearms and he seemed to stiffen as he saw the biker take off his flat black helmit. He ruffled his jet black hair and tucked the helmit under his arm. He was no older than Skyler and myself. He was tall, maybe a couple inches taller than Skyler. He had a strong jaw line and high cheek bones. He was built. I could tell under his black leather jacket and black shirt. He wore dark washed jeans and black converse.
"Don't drool." Skyler's voice was cold, rough and on the edge. I never heard him speak to me like that unless he was addressing his family or school.
I turned to him, "why would I care about him when I have an amazing guy sitting right in front of me?" Skyler nodded once but was still tense. I caught him looking over my shoulder at the stranger sitting at the bar.
He was interupted by the waitress who set the food down smiling slightly at Skyler. I sometimes believed she was the only reason why we came. The food wasn't even good.
"Its a nice bike though," I joked. When I looked from the side it was a nice bike. Flat black, huge tires, thin body. It was a racing bike, no doubt.
My dad rode. He was part of the Harley Davidson Club since he got his first bike, before I was born. I've been riding on the back of bikes before I could walk. Would he let me own my own? Not until the day he died.
I saw Skyler shake his head before taking a large bike of the burger and eyeing the guy.
I sighed, "will you stop? What is wrong with you?"
He didnt answer right away. He narrowed his eyes before looking at me, "nothing."
I rolled my eyes again feeling a pinch of a head ach hitting the left side of my head. I took a bite of my sandwich. I focused my attention on pictures hanging on the wall of old bikes and rock n' roll bands.
Skyler dropped me off a couple hours later, telling me he had business to take care of. Wanting to press on and ask about the business I was interupted by his lips on mine. The kiss was like it always was. Rough, sloppy and just..there.
He put the car in reverse before I could step out. It told me he didn't want to talk and by the way he smiled it told me I was lingering too long.
I gave him a small wave before opening the door and climbing out. His mustang purred as it rolled down my drive way. I looked at the large log cabin in front of me. My parents wanted something out of town. Two and a half miles until the nearest neighbors I think they got what they wished for.
I could see my parent's shadows through the blinds. I walked the porch and opened the heavy oak door. "Hi," I called over the T.V. My dad was watching hockey and mom stood popped her head out the kitchen, a welcoming smile on her face. It was friday, their day off. Dad would watch recorded sports on the flat screen while mom cleaned or baked for another funraiser at my brothers middle school.
"Hi honey," she whipped flower on her shirt. "Can you do me a huge favor?"
I sighed internally but nodded.
"Go to the store and pick up a few things for dinner?"
I grabbed her list and my car keys. I didn't drive a newly designed sports car like Skyler. I drove my moms old 1998 Hunda. But I wasn't complaining. It had wheels, A.C and it ran.
I drove five miles to the nearest grocery store. Walking up and down the isles, I throw in what mom wrote down on the list.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw the boy from the diner. He was looking through the wines. His eyes reading every lable.
I was pretty sure he wasn't over skyler's age, which was eighteen. Maybe he had a fake ID. Or maybe he was twenty one but looked a lot younger.
He felt my stair and turned. He didn't smile or awkwardly walk away. We just looked at eachother from two different length of the isle.
Goose bumps trailed up my arms. I managed a small smile before continuing. I mentally slapped myself hoping the uneasy tension would leave.
Exiting the store I saw the biker load the last of his items in his back pack. He climbed his bike with ease. He turned his head and caught my eye before putting on his helmit and driving through the lot.
Did he think I was following him? I made sure to stay clear out of his way if I saw him again. But no one stays in Fallen Hills. They pass right though, forgetting it was ever here.
