Flirt Friends

9 - A RIDE

      Last night was tiring, I hardly slept. After my first proposal, he dropped me home. The ride was quite and by quite I mean no word at all. All I said was "thank you for the ride." He just smiled and drove off.

      I tried calling Cass but her cell was switched off. So, I just made my bed and laid on it for hours. Neither was I hungry nor sleepy and definitely not in a mood to talk to anyone. I don't know when I dozed off.

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      Today, in the morning when I went to the washroom, two red circles under my eyes were well visible. I got ready for my early Sunday shift and checked my phone.
6 missed calls-Zack
Damn. Nevermind. I'll call him later. I went to the kitchen and poured milk in a bowl.

"Paige?" I heard someone shouting my name while knocking the door.

"Coming." Walking towards the door I thought who could it be, right in the morning?! As I unbolted it and flung it open, I saw Zack standing in front with his hair uncombed. He wore a grey sweat-shirt, with sleeves rolled up and a pair of black jeans. Need to admit, he is the hottest mess I have ever seen.

"Morning love," he pulled me in a hug and went straight towards the kitchen.

"What's up with you? You look tired and why don't you answer the call?"
I went to the kitchen after him and sat on the slap. "Tired, sleepless night." I hoped he would ask why, instead...

"Nevermind, I'll cheer you up. Go and change." He pushed me towards my room and shoved a spoonful of dry cereal into his mouth. Turning around I looked at him with an annoyed face. "What?"

       He clicks on my phone and dials some number.

"What are you doing?"

"Hello! Hey Linda. Just wanted to inform you that Paige ain't feeling good today. So, she won't come." He paused and looked towards me.

"What?"I almost shouted in anger but my voice was slower than a whisper.

      He continued, "no, no, she has a soar throat and she is resting. I will make her talk to you soon. Cool? See you miss beautiful." He laughed as he ended the call.

"What the fuck was that?" I shouted, walking faster towards him. "You are such an ass." I punched him on his chest out of anger. He flinched a bit but started laughing. I stepped on his leg to which he jumped with a little scream.

"Out." I ordered him, pointing towards the door. Less sleep leads me to anger. He pouts making an innocent puppy face. I looked at him, he looks so cute, I wanna pull his cheeks. Ignoring it, I moved closer to him, and tried to push him towards the door. Instead he grabbed my forearm and stared straight into my eyes.

       I could sense myself walking backwards, unintentionally, as he moved closer. And in another second his fingers touched my belly, he started tickling. Harder. I couldn't stop laughing and tried to move away. He just kept tickling me and shouted. "Who's the daddy..Eh.. tell me girl..Who's the daddy?" I kneeled down, laughing like a lunatic. He started tickling my foot to which I couldn't help but lay on the floor, kicking him, trying to free my self. "Get off, please, oh shit, please."

      Finally, I got a chance and pushed him away. He laid next to me laughing, I could feel warm tears on the sides of my cheeks. " I hate you." I said, controlling my laughter, while my jaw and my stomach ached so bad. I stood up and kicked him in his ribs and walked into my room.

      Standing in front of my wardrobe, I stared at the unmanaged pile of clothes. It was a sunny day so I pulled out the only pair of ripped-denim shorts and a white tee.

"Damn!!! Ditch the outing, I wanna make love to you." He said in a dramatic, funny voice. His hands kept on moving, gesturing in a hilarious manner.

"Shall we?" I asked, tucking the hair behind my ear. Connecting arms, we moved out, down to the basement. He pulled out his bike and I climbed back. Holding him tight, I lean against his inclined back. And there we goooooo.

      I couldn't actually make out where we were heading because he rode so fast. Finally the engine came to rest and I looked up. Getting off, I removed the helmet. It looked like an isolated highway. The road was perfect but a huge amount of weed covered a proportion of the sides of it. I could see no vehicle to the very point till where my eyes could make out. And the best part was, it was getting clowdy. Less sunny.

"What are we doing here?" I questioned, placing my palms on my hips.

       He pulled out the keys and threw it to me. "RIDE." He commanded.

"Wh-What?" I stammered, barely spitting the word out.

"I'm tired of being your driver. Its high time that you learn it for yourself."

        I was excited, I always wanted to do this. It's so boring and cliché to be sitting behind a guy holding him as if you will be blown away by the speed. But at the same time my hands shaked and my knees felt week as if they were unbuckled and losing stability.

       Handing over the keys, he helped me sit on the bike. "Put your two fingers over the break and speed up slowly. Keep your legs to the road to stable the bike and pull the break when needed." He instructed, patting my back, trying to calm me as if he could sense the weird pain in my chest. I nodded and gave him a final awkward look before kicking and bringing the engine to life as it roared loudly and the whole bike started shaking.

"Careful." I heard him saying as I drove forward. My speed was slower than a turtle and my feet dragged against the ground. I saw him running towards the point where I stopped.

      My hands were shaking, I was shaking. It felt like I was still riding. "Good job hun." He said raising his palm for a high five, instead I threw my upper body onto him for a hug, unbalancing the bike.

"Oie." I exclaimed as we both tried to balance it. "I wanna do this again. Can I?" And before he could answer I started the bike again and rode it, this time with speed. The bike felt heavier this time, I wasn't able to control it. I sped and pulled the breaks then sped and pulled the break. I could hear him shouting, "slow down. No, no, no....Ohh...Pull the breaks, shoot."

"What the fuck! Are you OK?" He asked, concern glanced from his face. He pulled me up after removing his bike from my leg. It took me a little while to stand up.

"Is it paining?" He bent down, examining my ankle.

"A bit, but not much. I'm fine." I answered and my smile converted into laughter as he looked at me with anger. "That was so much fun. I'll do this again."

"Nope. You don't care but I love my bike. And you are lucky, it could have been serious." He said.

"Please please please. " I tried to convince, jumping up and down, like a crazy child.

"Okay!" He exclaimed, exhaling and a smirk curved up his lips.