Bad Enough For You// Anthony Ladao Fanfiction

Chapter 8

I opened the front door after walking down the stairs, trying to remain calm. But when I looked outside, no one was there. I shook my head, thinking it was some stupid kid playing a prank on me, but then I heard the rev of a motorcycle. I closed the door behind me and locked it and walked down the drive-way in my black flats. I had no idea what he had planned, had to dress for every scenario.

“What the hell-“ I stopped in my tracks.

“Hey,” Anthony laughed, revving his motorcycle again. His back was facing me but his face was looking at mine, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“You’re kidding me,” I stood there and crossed my arms.

“What?” He asked, getting off of his bike and walking towards me.

“Is this some sort of male bravado thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want it to be?” He countered, taking my hand in his, uncrossing my arms.

“Depends,” I bit my bottom lip as he pulled me towards him.

“You look great,” Anthony said as he towered over me.

“Thanks, so do you.” I replied numbly, he was wearing a black leather jacket (of course), some ripped skinny jeans and un-tied combat boots. I almost laughed out loud when I saw he was wearing a red bandana wrapped around his knee, how edgy was he trying to be?

“I didn’t know if you would be up for it…” Anthony said, looking at me and then his motorcycle.

“Do you have a helmet?” I asked, I really didn’t want to ruin the hair Marceline had spent an hour curling, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Plus, I wasn’t about to something so reckless without a helmet for the sake of having strong hair game. That would be ridiculous (yet I found myself considering it the more I thought about it).

“Of course,” Anthony pulled away from me and I found myself groaning. Anthony pretended not to hear it though as he pulled out a helmet from the back of the bike. He handed it to me and his hand brushed against mine. His hands were calloused, as one would expect, but warm and comforting nonetheless.

“Thanks,” I said smiling. I placed it on my head but couldn’t figure out how to secure it. Anthony reached his hands to my chin and tied it so it would stay, his hands drifted from my helmet to my shoulder and then down my arm. I felt woozy underneath his touch. But his heat warmed me in a way the summer sun couldn’t.

“Let’s go,” he said after pulling his hand away. I nodded, not being able to properly form words. What was this asshole doing to me?

Anthony moved towards his cycle and swung his leg over; he kicked off the brake stand and looked over at me. “You coming or what?” He smiled at me. I could barely see his face due to the setting sun, but I could make out his eyes sparkling.

“Yeah,” I walked towards the bike and swung my leg over as well. There was at least a foot between his backside and my hips.

“You should probably wrap your arms around me,” Anthony said, I almost didn’t hear him.

“Yeah,” I repeated, dumbfounded. I moved towards him until we were finally touching and I wrapped my arms around his waist, I placed my chin on his shoulder so I could look at what was in front of us.

“Ready?” Anthony asked.

“I don’t want to say yeah again, but yeah.” I said into his ear, I heard him chuckle softly and he started the motorcycle, revving the engine again. We jerked forward and my arms tightened around him. I resisted the urge to scream.