I've Fallen For A Mischief Maker (A Sex God Sequel) ~SORTING IN PROGRESS~

Chapter Five: My Way Or The Highway

Sorry, i've been busy so :P

An old friend comes back into this one. See if you can pick it? teehee

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Zain's P.O.V

The wind ripped at my clothes as I tumbled down the highway on my motorcycle. On either side of the road were just grassy field after grassy field. I hadn't seen another car or bike for a long time now along these winding country roads. The wind was so cold, but luckily I had a padded jacket, pants and gloves on. The sun was burning bright straight ahead, but the visor on my helmet was tinted.

Balanced on the front of my handles behind the small windshield was a small device with a screen. The screen was black and it had all kinds of green lines over it. A scanner was flashing across it, always in the one direction. At the very top of the screen was a tiny beeping faded dot. The dot is where I wanted to go.

Up ahead was a lone petrol station and on the side of it was a makeshift dinar. I eased the gas and the clutch and turned through the dirt, pulling up to one of the tanks. They were all empty, no one around. It looked like an old truck stop, minus the trucks.

I hopped off my bike and took off my helmet, letting my shaggy black air whip around in the hot desert air. It was so silent without the sound of my bike engine, I could almost picture a tumble weed rolling by.

I filled up my gas tank and then headed inside. Out here everything was old school, pay by cash and direct to the owner. Inside was just as pitiful as outside. Tiny room, small stock, a counter at the back with an old man standing behind it. He was sitting on a stool reading an out of date newspaper. He glanced up at me as I walked in.

“Busy lately?” I mocked, grinning as I scanned the candy bars on display. I was pretty hungry, but there were more important things to worry about right now. I just needed to get back on the road as fast as possible.

“Oh yeah,” the guy said sarcastically, putting his paper down and leaning over the counter. “That'll be thirty five,” he added, holding out his hand. I handed over a fifty.

“Keep the change,” I said and then headed for the door. Before I walked out though, I turned around and looked at the man, who was gawking at me.

“By the way, do you know if there's a town up ahead?” I asked. The man took a second and then composed himself.

“Ah yeah, keep going straight ahead and you'll reach the coast, then there's a small town not too far north,” the man told me.

“Thanks,” I said and was out the door. I grabbed my helmet and put it on, not bothering to do it up. Then I hopped on my bike and kicked out the stand, holding the bike up on my own. I started the engine and flicked the key while holding the clutch. The bike kicked underneath me, a normal feeling. I'd gotten so used to riding lately I'd almost forgotten what it was like to walk for a while.

But I was hoping it'd all be worth it.

Dustin's P.O.V

“Burgers?” Ash asked me as we walked down the street in this tiny town. We were trying to decide what to have for lunch. Two days here and I was already bored to death. Ash was still trying to think of new ways to entertain me.