"Seriously?" I asked, staring at his motorcycle.
"What? You got a fear of fast moving things?" Damon smirked, sliding onto his bike.
"I have a fear of sitting anywhere near you," I replied, crossing my arms.
"You afraid you'll fall in love with me?" he asked, his smirk growing.
"I have a higher chance of getting AIDs, three different kinds of STDs and dying in a spectacularly stupid way."
"So you know you're definitely going to fall for me."
"How did you even get that from what I just said?"
"I have my ways," he shrugged.
I rolled my eyes as he handed me his helmet. "You are proof that evolution can go in reverse," I muttered, throwing the helmet behind me.
"Hey!" he protested.
I slid on the bike behind him, putting my arms around his torso. "What? You afraid of going fast without protection?"
"I go fast without protection all the time."
"Oh excuse me. I seem to have pointed out your quick release."
He smirked at me, revving the engine. "You're gonna pay for that, sweetheart."
"I'm all out of money, but can I give you an IOU?"
He released the brake and we sped off, leaving his helmet on my front lawn. Something I would come to regret soon enough.
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Damon killed the engine and everyone around stared at us, whispering amongst themselves.
Hunter cast a skeptical glance at Damon, then offered me his hand.
"Did he force you to get on the bike? Threaten you or something?" he asked as I took his hand and got off the bike.
"No. But he did almost hit an old lady crossing the road," I said happily.
"She came out of nowhere!" Damon protested, reaching for a helmet that wasn't there. He realised his mistake and reached for my bag behind him instead.
"She was halfway across the road when you came whipping around the corner. Pretty sure she was there first," I said, grabbing my bag from him.
"Why did you even get on that thing with him?" Hunter asked as we walked towards the front entrance.
"I like bikes," I shrugged.
"And she got to sit near me. That was probably her favourite part," Damon smirked.
"My favourite part was when I got off. Even a nice bike like that can't make sitting next to you acceptable. It's why I kicked you halfway through the ride," I smiled smugly.
Hunter looked at Doman in surprise and he nodded. "She did."
Hunter shook his head as I opened my locker, digging in my back.
"You two are dangerous," he said.
I noticed for the first time that he spoke with a foreign accent, his english heavy.
"And you, Mister Mysterious-I-don't-talk-about-where-I've-come-from-or-who-I-am?" I said, poking his chest.
"Not much to say. My home is far away from here and I want to keep it that way," he shrugged,"Now carry on packing your books into your locker. We're going to be late for class."
"Nah. School only starts in half an hour," I laughed.
"Ten minutes actually. I cooked you breakfast remember?" Damon said.
"Oh crap."
I stuffed books into my locker grabbing the first book I could.
We started walking down the hall towards our first class, everyone's eyes on us.
"Slut," Someone hissed.
The boy's stopped, looking around for whoever had spoken, their eyes begging for someone to give them an excuse to fight.
I rolled my eyes. Oh boy.
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Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"I think you've mistaken me for someone who's going to fall for you." "And I think you've mistaken that sinking feeling in your chest for hatred." I closed my locker, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh? then what is it?" He smirked at me, putting his a...
