My head still killed from where my father took his anger out on me. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and lastly admired myself in the mirror. My hair was straight and I had baggy highwasted jeans with a striped shirt.
"Its the best it'll get." I said to myself.
I said no word to my father when I left. There was no point. It wouldn't be a good conversation anyways.
Since I had no bike, I walked. It wasn't that long of a walk. I entered the building and glared at everyone. I didn't want to be here. Same faces, new grade.
"Hey Jessie!" Beth, my bestfriend called.
"Hey Beth." I said back.
"What do you have first?" She asked.
"Algebra apparently." I made a gun gesture toward my head and she laughed.
I looked up to see a boy in a jean jacket with messy hair and converse standing by a locker.
"Bike boy.." I said under my breath.
"Huh?" Beth said.
"Nothing." I walked passed him and put my head down, avoiding him seeing me.
"Hey! Bike girl!" I heard the familiar deep voice said.
"Jesus christ." I said.
He soon was next to me.
"What do you want?" I said harshly.
"Dang." he said, carrying out the "g".
"Say, whats your name?" He asked.
"Jessie."
"Pretty. I'm Ethan."
"Can i have my bike back?" I mumbled.
"Maybe."
"What do you mean maybe? It's my fucking bike now give it to me before I sock you in the stomach."
"Whoa. If you go on a date with me i'll give you your bike back." I blushed but was shocked at his words. No boy has ever wanted to take me out.
"Okay I guess. But only because I want my bike back."
