Here are all the things I know about Wade Polar.
Fact number one: His last name described him quite perfectly. So far I have seen him smile, frown, laugh, curse, and punch something all in the estimated time of five point five seconds. Five point five seconds for me to figure out that Wade Polar is a very complicated man.
Fact number two: Based on all the stares I got from jumping on his motorcycle, Zoe’s included, I can gather that Wade Polar is a very popular man. Rather that popularity falls toward good is yet to be seen.
Fact number three: He smells like spearmint. Usually this is the spot where I talk about how witty or charming or annoying the guy I am currently talking about is. But since I know absolutely nothing, well, important about Wade Polar, the only thing I can focus on is his smell.
Fact number four: The smell of spearmint is oddly intoxicating. And yes I totally just described the smell of spearmint as oddly intoxicating.
Fact number five: The fact that I am talking to myself about spearmint is further proof that Wade Polar has gotten under my skin. In the ten whole minutes I’ve known him, this boy has somehow turned my whole world upside down and it is doing unhealthy things to me.
Fact number six: Wade Polar is hot.
Fact number seven: I should really stop listing useless facts. Because at the end of the day it will not stop the inevitable. I, Emily Brown, was on the back of Wade Polar’s motorcycle going only god knows where.
I could list a thousand facts on why this is a very bad thing. One being that this is my last night in Alabama. The second being the fact that I have no idea who, exactly, Wade Polar is.
Which is probably why I keep saying his full name in my head.
The important thing is that I actually know his name, right? Because if I didn’t that would make things totally that much more crazier. Imagine telling my parents that I ran off with some guy I didn’t even know the name of? Not that I ran off in the literal sense, but when it came to my parents they never worried about the technicalities.
So when Wade Polar pulls over and stops his motorcycle at a small town, beat down food joint, the only thing running through my head is the exact moment I landed myself in this sticky situation.
The exact moment that I, Emily Brown, trusted Wade Polar completely.
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