The guy with the bike

I wake up to my roommate throw a pillow at my face. I've lived with her for 2 years. We are in high school and are best friends.

Her names Riley and my name is Alex. We both have brown hair but mine is only down to my shoulders. We are seniors and have no idea what we are going to do with our life.

My mom died 3 years ago and I miss her so much. My dad is lost without her.

I get ready and we get in her car and leave.

When we get to school I notice everyone in their groups. Preps, nerds, band geeks, goths, stoners and the bad kids. They ditch so they don't happen to be here.

I'm more of an outcast so I don't fit in any group it's just me and Riley.

Then I hear the roar of a motorcycle.

Motorcycles are so hot.

I see him, leather jacket, dark pants. His hair is perfectly swooshed to the side.

New kid, I could go for this one.

I dress kind of slutty, if I'm judging myself. I'm wearing leather booty shorts and a tight blue tank top.

I walk over to him.

" Hey what's your name new kid?" I say walking over to him.

" Drew." He says, and his voice is sexy. " What's yours?"

" I'm Alex, and I think motorcycles are super hot."

" Well then maybe I'll give you a ride home later." he says.

" Yeah, sure just text me." I write my number on his hand, with a pen I just happened to have. " Maybe we'll have some classes together." I say biting my lip.

" Hopefully." I walk away and turn back to Riley.

"He was cute." she says.

" He was hot." I say.

I walk in to the school and go to homeroom.

After home room I have to go to advanced art class.

Art class, is my favorite class. I love art, it makes me feel alive and gives my the power to paint or draw my feelings.

I see the hot new kid in my art class. He looks at me and sits down next to me.

" Hey, I see we have art together." I say.

" Yeah, we do now show me your art skills."

We all get canvasses to work on our final art project before we are on our way out of here.

We have one month till graduation. So it's weird that he is coming so late in the year.

The assignment is to paint a portrait of someone you know.

I start drawing a base outline of a person. So know it could be anyone.

"Oh and Alex, here." the teacher hands me a flier to the school of art. And tells me that the principal of the school will be at the towns art show." I suggest you bring your finest piece of art." he says.

" Woah you must be really good at art." Drew says.

" Yeah, I'm kind of the best." I say.

" Well I'm good at art too. I doubt I'm better than you but I love drawing." he says.

"Ok class you must leave your canvasses in here, and you can go on your way." the teacher says.

I wink at Drew and walk out.

I kind of tune out the rest of the classes, be cause I get horrible grades anyway, and I just don't care.

6 hours later. I walk over to Drew who is standing by his motorcycle.

I get on the back and he starts to drive.

I hold on tight as we stop at the end of this hill with a beautiful view.

" This isn't my house." I say catching onto his game.

"I know." he pulls my chin up and he slips his tongue in my mouth.

I run my hands through his hair, and he holds my waist.

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All of these chapters are going to be short. Or my kind of short.Sorry.