Leave It And Run

Chapter Two, The Name Game

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I stopped the car instantly when i realised the damn paint could be damaged by yet another stupid chav on a stupid bike going at a stupid speed making a repetitive, tinny and irritating noise.

I looked in the review mirror and smirked as i watched the dude fall off his pathetic excuse of a bike and land with a smack on the concrete floor. I shook my head, composing myself for a few moments, before stepping out of the car and onto the uneven road in my new janoski Nike's.

I kept my head down, admiring them for the third time today, before raising my eyes to the fallen, and so it appears, trapped, loser on the bike.

At first i thought it was a really thin guy in tight jeans, but then i saw the hair.

Shit.

"Fuck, are you okay?" i walked three speedy steps over to the fallen girl, her eyes masked by the tinted visor on her helmet and her body was trapped under the moped, lying in an awkward twisted position.

She mumbled something under her helmet which sounded something like "do i look like it?" but i couldn't hear her properly as the engine of my car was still running jealously, begging to be driven.

The girl was using both her arms to hold her chest up off the ground, so i decided against asking her to repeat what she said and take off her helmet.

"I didn't realise you'd fallen," i lied, "here, let me pick up your bike." I offered, because to leave a girl to fend for her self is not a dude thing to do, at all, despite reputation and all that shit of course.

I switched off her engine before lifting the neat viper off the girls side, catching a sneaky glimpse at her butt and smiling in the mean time, out of complete guy habit. 

I stepped around her and rolled the bike onto the pavement with ease, resting it against my granite stone garden wall.

I turned my head back, just as she hauled her body up off the floor, limping onto her left side from her right where she fell onto the hard, cold, concrete floor.

"Ow, fuck, ow" she yelled,  still muffled by the helmet, although i heard that one clearly.

The girl was tiny, i mean, how old do you have to be to ride those things? Fifteen?

I shivered at myself for catching a sneaky glimpse at her butt.

Not cool man.

"I didn't mean to stop the car," i said, walking back over to her, guilt rippling in my chest as the kid limped once more as she took a step back.

She mumbled something again and i stopped when she put her hands on her hips aggressively. 

"I can't hear you?" It came out as a sarcastic sounding question and i mentally kicked myself, the girl was already clearly pissed off to the max.

Her shoulders rose slightly and fell in an impatient and suggestive sigh. Her hands were covered by brown gloves in the kind of material those cool sofas are made of when you can brush it one way and the fabric goes darker, and then the other way when the fabric goes back to normal.

She lifted them up to the neck of her helmet and revealed even more hair as she tugged off the shiny black protector.

This girl was not fifteen, thank god, and i'd never seen her before in my life.

She shook out her hair and the mass of curls fell all the way down and around her waist, springing back up on the top of her head from where the helmet had flattened them. She pulled off her gloves with her teeth and ruffled her fingers through the curtain of curls, scowling at me through huge blue eyes.