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Double Trouble

This Chapter is dedicated to my friend Dezmond for helping me come up with a title for this chapter <3

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"No way!"

"Oh come on."

"No way Jake. I'm not getting on."

"It's not that bad," Jake tries to reason.

I should probably explain what's going on. Today is my shopping trip with Jake. He told me to meet him in the parking lot. When I got out here he asked if I was ready and motioned towards his motorcycle. He seriously thinks we are taking that deathtrap to the mall.

No way. We have literally been arguing about it for ten minutes. Well sorry I don't want to die today. I have so much to look forward to! Like actually graduating and college. So I'm not getting on.

"No thanks. I don't want to die."

"You're not going to die," Jake chuckles.

"You never know!" I reason.

Jake frowns and moves towards my car. Oh good we are taking m- what is he doing? As soon as he gets to my car he stops and leans on the hood. Seriously? I don't think he's going to move.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He says nothing. He just crosses his arms.

"Are you pouting?"

He looks down at the ground. Oh my gosh. The bad boy is pouting. What a sight! Maybe I should just ride the motorcycle. I'm sure he's a good driver. It won't be that bad.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Fine, you win."

Jake's face brightens up and he comes towards his motorcycle. Wow, he's such a child. At least we can finally go.

Jake pulls out a helmet. I wait for him to pull out another one, but he doesn't. He closes the compartment and holds the helmet out for me.

Wait! He's not going to wear one.

"I'm not taking that. You're the driver. You should wear it," I say crossing my arms.

He smiles and lifts the helmet up. Instead of putting it on his head, he places it on mine. His hands don't leave the sides of my face for a while. The way he is looking at me, I don't know. I can't really explain the feelings I'm getting.

Jake moves away and gets on his motorcycle. I slowly follow. When I get on I start to put my arms around his waist but stop. What if he doesn't want me to? He'll think I am weird.

The engine roars loudly causing me to jump. Jake notices and reaches backwards. He grabs my hands and puts them around his waist. I am careful to not brush my body against his.

"You can hold on tighter if you want," He yells to me.

I do what he suggests and push myself closer to him. "Is this okay?" I ask him.

He noticeably stiffens but quickly moves so I won't notice. Even though I already noticed I don't say anything. "Y-yes," He says.

And with that we are off. I squeal at the light jerk as we move. This is my first time on a motorcycle ever. To say I am nervous would be an understatement. Frightened is a way better word to use.

Pretty quickly my fear washes away. It is pretty fun! Everything goes by quickly and the colors smash together. It is actually really pretty from my view on the motorcycle. Even though I am not as scared, I don't let go of Jake.

I'm seriously afraid to let go. Somehow I'll end up flying off. Like a bird. Not even a graceful bird. I'd probably look identical to Ron's owl from Harry Potter. Except after my fall, I wouldn't get up. Yeah, I'd die.