The fighting player

Chapter 6

~Sunday Lizzy’s POV~

I called Mark to come to my apartment building. I fled down the stairs as I usually do. Last time I took my time some guys in their forties tried to corner me while hitting on me. It was really creepy…stupid perverts. I through myself into the last door leading to the lobby and ran to the doors that exited the building. Mark looked up at me as I jogged down the steps taking them to at a time and made it to where his truck was parked at the curb outside of my building. He was leaning back on the passenger door facing me.

“We’re taking my bike. Nobody knows who the Angel is and everybody knows you by your truck ‘cause you work at the gas station. They know I’m young but they don’t know my age. I don’t want too many questions. My identity is secret for a reason.” I stated.

“Umm…I don’t really like motorcycles.” He said like he was kind of shy to admit it.

“That’s ok, you get to hug me the whole time so you won’t be scared.” I said in a serious manner but joking slightly at the hug me part.

“Fine.” He sighed.

I walked over to my bike and pulled out of my designated parking space. Mark parked his truck there so it wouldn’t be towed then locked it.

“Alright so…what do I do?” He questioned. I laughed a little and handed him a helmet.

“Here. Put this on. When I get on just sit behind me and put your arms around my waist.”  I said as he strapped on the helmet.

Believe it or not I didn’t let anyone ever touch my bike let alone sit on it so Mark’s one lucky person. I straddled my bike and ignited the engine. I revved it and flipped the kickstand up.

“OK. Get on, and sit straight don’t lean when I lean. Especially since you’re heavier than I am you could throw off the bike’s balance. And please don’t suffocate me.” I said waiting for him to hop on.

He got on and put his feet on the little passenger pedals that flip out on an angle so that you lean towards the driver. Mark put his hands on my hips. I moved his hands up a bit to my waist/torso and pulled his arms around me a bit.

“I won’t bite. Sheesh.” I said.

He chuckled. “I know.”

I turned the handle three times revving the engine again then gunned it. I immediately felt Mark tighten his grip around my torso. As we exited the parking lot and got to the road I sped up. We we’re going 80mph not to fast I thought. Mark seemed to beg to differ.

“There’s a turn coming up so remember what I said about staying straight. Loosen your grip a bit to do so. Don’t worry you won’t fall off.” I yelled slightly trying to be heard over the roar of the motor.

“Ok.” He said as I felt his grip loosen.

We zoomed around the corner and turned a few more times. I was thankful he followed my instructions because the last turn and we wouldn’t have made it so smoothly had he shifted his weight. I saw the arena come into view. By now we had been going 100mph so I slowed so I wouldn’t miss the turn. At 60mph we approached the arena so I slowed down more to enter the parking lot. 20mph.

“Get off first or we’ll tip.” I hollered over the engine noise.

Mark got off and I cut the engine. Taking the keys out, I took the helmet from Mark and hung it on the handle. I flipped the kickstand out and got off. Mark looked like he’d just seen a ghost. I laughed.

“That’s our way back too.” I said waiting for his reaction.

He just shook his head and sighed.