Dangerous

Deal

I was riding my bike along the river calmly. The edge was quite steep, the rocky edges being as intimidating as they were beautiful. I hummed a tune quietly as I made my way down the small road. Then all of the sudden, I heard a motor sound from behind me, approaching me quickly. I turned to look, but before I could catch a glimpse of what made the noise, I heard honking as a car came around the corner towards me. Panicked, I swerved out of the way of the car, but began to skid across rocks towards the river. I pressed my breaks but they weren't working. I screamed as I tried my best to stop the bike, but right before I went off the edge, I felt a strong and warn hand grab my arm, pulling me back. My bike fell into the water, but the stranger had managed to pull me back heifer I followed it. I heard deep and heavy breaths, along with my own. But when I looked up, my savior wasn't exactly a knight in shining army. Rather, a boy in a biker's helmet and black hoodie. I couldn't quite make out who it was because of the goggles and dark colors surrounding his face, but he was definitely an interesting fellow. He was clearly quite muscular and seemed to have a slight tan and some black hair poking out from under the helmet. He wasn't very tall either, which made me feel a bit better about my height to be honest. He got back up before turning to me and extending his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. Only now, after he pulled up his goggles, did I realize who it was.

It was Mark. He was quite well known around my high school, although not for being a scholarly academic or sports phenomenon, similarly to most of the recognizable students of our school. Last I heard, he had gotten suspended for drug possession. A little ways behind him, I saw a black motorcycle with red accents on its side. Then I looked back at him, as his chocolate brown eyes met my blue ones. He gave me a small smirk before speaking.

"So...are you okay?"

"Thankfully, yes. Thank you...for helping me."

"Don't sweat it. I wasn't about to watch you run off a cliff anyways."

"Y-You're Mark, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. I don't know your name though..."

"Lindsey."

"Ah, Lindsey. Well, I'm assuming you go to my school. You look about the same age. And I'll start by saying the mary jane wasn't  mine. It was my friend's."

"Mary jane?"

"Weed."

"Oh. Well does it really matter who's it was?"

"Not particularly. But that's all anyone's been asking lately and the second question is almost always why I brought it to school. So to answer it ahead of time, it was for my buddy."

"Well you could've planned a bit better. That stuff doesn't go down well at school."

"Fair point. But where's the fun in that?"

"Not getting suspended for drugs! That's what!"

"Nice try. I've got better things to do than school anyways."

"Such as?"

"Work, actually."

"I didn't know you had a job. What do you do?"

"I didn't say I had a job. I said that I work."

"Wha...?"

"Tell you what. Since I just saved your goddamn life, I need ya to help me out with something. And I'll take you home after since you need a ride. We gotta deal?"

I didn't know what to say. This boy had just saved my life and I didn't have any other means of getting home, but I had no idea what this favor was. And coming from Mark, it's probably not good and possible illegal.