Avoid Him

Chapter 9

I'm on a strangers motorcycle. I can't believe I'm on a strangers motorcycle.

My arms are hugged around his waist, just because I don't want to fall off and face certain death. Atleast he had an extra helmet.

For the past five minutes, we avoided conversation. Which led me to replay the scene that just happened minutes before I hopped on a motorcycle in my head.

Who was that girl?

She was obviously flawless. Even though I think she used a spray tan and blue contacts to look that good.

But whatever. I can't judge.

What I can judge however was the tingly feeling I got when I watched Brady and Bridget kiss. I felt like I was about to explode.

I wonder how they know each other...

No.

Stop.

It's none of my business and I need to stop thinking about it. I'm supposed to hate Brady Adams, remember? He made me embarrassed in front of our classmates. He's a player. He made us kiss.

That kiss. I still couldn't forget about it.

It was unforgettable. I still remember the tingles and sparks I felt. I wonder if he felt them too. Maybe? No, probably not. He's a player and a heartbreaker after all.

"Hey, you still ok back there?" Miles asks over the roar of the engine.

"Yeah, Sorry. I'm just deep in thought." I say back.

"Ok. Anyways, I thought we could go to a diner. Get some pie or something." He says, trying to glance in the mirror to get a look at me.

"Sure." Is all I manage to say.

"Good. Because we're here." He says laughing.

He parks in a parking spot close to the door of the diner. Thank god, because I'm so nervous that I felt like my legs don't work. I'm with a stranger for god sakes. He takes off his helmet, turning the key in the ignition to make the engine stop roaring. I decide to take off my helmet too, because my hair was probably a mess.

I go to unclip my helmet.

And it won't budge.

It's stuck.

"Uh, Miles?" I ask sounding nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Turn around." I say, as he turns around.

And then he starts to laugh. He's actually laughing at me. He put his hand over his mouth to stop his laughs from escaping his lips. Am I actually that embarrassing?

"How the hell are you stuck?" He asks, getting off the bike and turning to face me. He then drags me closer by the helmet that is still stuck on my head.

After a few attempts, he still can't get it off. He starts laughing even more, which causes me to laugh as well.

He has a really contagious laugh.

"I think you might have to go in there like this. We can ask for scissors or something." And then he breaks down in laughter. He's holding his stomach, hunched over.

A smile appears on my lips, but it disappears at the thought that I have to walk in there in front of everyone. The good thing is that it's already 8:00 at night, so it might not be crowded.

"Ughh Fine, let's go." I say, stomping toward the door of the diner. His laughter dies out before we reach the door. I open it and walk inside.

I was definitely wrong about it being not crowded. Because it was FILLED.