Diego's POV
I step out onto the patio getting ready to leave for school when I see Elena standing by her car shaking her head. She must've forgotten all about it and had no time to dial anyone to pick her up.
"Hey princessa you need a lift?" I wave and chuckle at her panicky state.
"Please." She shouts and the street echoes. I hastily get the engine started before going to surprise her. She's totally driving me. She's such an amazing rider I can't wait to feel the rush again. Even though I had driven us home last night I decided I'm going to let her have another go. Besides, she looks so cute when she tries be badass.
"Hey princessa not so fast I do have one condition." I smirk at her and she just cocks an eyebrow sighing.
"And what's that?"
"You're driving." I say and she starts laughing not believing a single word. I get off my bike and hand her the helmet, I'm getting another one soon though since she wouldn't shut up about my safety on the ride back.
"You're kidding me right." She folds her arms under her chest and her grey hoodie wrinkles. Her eyes glowing like perfectly rounded blue sapphires. They never failed to tell me her emotions no matter how much she denied them.
"I'm serious." I reply and wink causing her to roll her eyes at me.
"You? Serious? Didn't even know that word was in your vocabulary." She snickers and climbs onto the bike. Stop staring at her ass. Look the fuck away Diego. Geez fine and so I look up because my conscience got the better of me.
"Let's go," I exhale and grab her by the waist knowing that she wouldn't mind knocking the bike down if I didn't hold her. She proved that yesterday when she lifted the bike up on its back wheel. I smirk at the thought. "Hey and one more thing, try not to kill us."
"I'll try not to." She winks through the helmet and speeds off.
The ride was surprisingly smooth, no cutting corners, within speed limits. She's totally focused on the road, what the hell is up with her? Maybe she's different within city limits who knows?
The hell hole appears in sight and Elena waits in line behind all the cars waiting to access the parking. The line is way too long but we need to park so there's no alternative than waiting. Oh and we're on a motorcycle why just not cut the line then? Our school forbade that. Such an idiotic rule to enforce. That's why I usually walk but today I had been running a little late.
"That guy is such a prick! He won't fucking move and he's blocking the entire lane!" Elena groans, clearly pissed off and impatient.
"Woah there princessa." I chuckle and my motorbike starts moving down the street towards the u-turn. "We just lost our place!"
"Shut up."
She cranks up the handgrip and tightens her legs. Shit looks like it's about to go down so I grab a better hold of her waist.
"Fuck it." She continues and rides directly accross the street!
"Elena! What the actual-" and that's when the bike roars up into the air swiftly going over the road barrier. In that split second my heartrate stopped and I felt the rush. We bounce up and down as it lands on the grass of the parking lot. There's one space left and both Elena and some other chick have their eyes set.
Elena revs up the engine and swiftly maneuvers through the cars to reach the spot before someone else does. She stops the bike in an abrupt movement causing the tire marks to be etched onto the asphalt below. 'Take that bitch' she mutters and takes her helmet off to shake her long beautiful brown hair.
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The Bad Boy's Journal
Fiksi Remaja"Have we met before?" Those were the words that seemed to echo through the very depths of our souls. Elena Smith is your typical high-school girl. No, she does not like the spotlight. In fact, she prefers to take the quieter route with much less dra...
