The Boy on the Motorcycle

Part 1

Bekah knew that she shouldn't be out this late. She knew what happened to girls who walked alone at night. She wasn't stupid. She watched the news, but mostly Criminal Minds, just as much as the next girl. But she had a test. A really big test to study for. A test that was worth 200 points. One of three tests that are the only things the professor puts in the grade book. She needed to go off-campus to buy a study book, and she got off work late, so this was the only time she could go. Now, she was walking back to her dorm, and it was pushing midnight. Her backpack was weighing her down. She looked straight ahead and tightly gripped her rape whistle. She wasn't familiar with her surroundings, but she knew that if she just kept walking straight she would make it back to campus.

"Hey pretty girl, you need help finding your way somewhere?"

Keep walking, Bekah thought. Just ignore him and keep walking.

"Hey lady! I asked you a question!"

Bekah's heart began to race. Criminal Minds hadn't prepared her for a real-life altercation with a real-life unsub. She started walking faster, almost jogging, but the man was too fast. Bekah wasn't one to work out, and her backpack was really heavy. He grabbed her wrist, but luckily her whistle was in her other hand. She blew it as loud as she could.

"Damn, girl. You really think that's gonna save you?" He grabbed her whistle and threw it to the ground. Her moved closer to her and grabbed her face.

"Yeah, it will save her." Another man stepped out of the house they were in front of. Bekah hadn't thought anyone lived there, it looked abandoned. The man hit Bekah's attacker, knocking him to the ground. He then started to hit him again and again and again. Bekah ran as fast as she could away from the fighting men. Stupid stupid stupid, she thought to herself. Was passing a freaking exam really worth getting attacked at night?

She made it to the end of the street and began to slow down, but when she heard the roar of a motorcycle, her heart started racing again. Not again, she thought to herself.

"Hey, are you okay?" It was the man. Her savior. Her protecter. Okay, or just a dude who was a decent human being and knew that attacking and raping people was wrong.

Bekah nodded, but her eyes remained on the concrete, and she kept walking.

"Are you sure? I saw him grab your face pretty hard."

Bekah didn't know who this man was. She didn't know what he looked like or how old he was. All she knew was that he threw a mean punch, and she didn't want to be alone with a strange man who was that strong. She decided to ignore him and keep walking.

"Well, at least let me give you a ride home."

She kept walking.

"Alright, well I'm gonna keep following you until I know you're safe." He continued to drive slowly on his motorcycle right next to Bekah.

Bekah stopped and turned towards the man. "That's called stalking, and that's illegal."

"Ah-hah! So you can talk!" The man on the motorcycle stopped and took off his helmet. He shook his hair out of face, and the first thing Bekah noticed was his eyes. His bright, intrusive, soul-reaching eyes. They were green. Greener then greener. They were ultra-green. And they scared Bekah. A guy with eyes that intense? A punch that strong? And a motorcycle?? Bekah needed to get away from him before she got into any more trouble that night.

"I'm almost back to my place. I don't you escorting me."

"I think maybe you do. Did you see what happened back there or did I imagine all that? I mean, what are you doing anyways walking alone at night?" He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

Okay. Now Bekah was getting pissed. "Excuse me, but maybe I could have punched him myself. I mean, from the great words of Megara: 'I am a damsel. I am in distress. But I can handle this. Have a nice day.' You don't know what I could've done." Bekah knew she was bluffing; she was very grateful for this mystery motorcycle man. But she didn't need him to mansplaining to her about safety.

"Megara? I don't believe I know what that is."

"Who," Bekah said. "Who that is. She's from Hercules. The Disney movie?"

The guy shook his head. "Yeah, sorry I have no clue what that is."

Bekah huffed and started to walk again. Okay, so he doesn't watch Disney. Another reason to ditch this man immediately.

She passed the welcome sign for her university. Almost home.

"Alright, well this is my stop. Have a nice night." Bekah gave a half-hearted wave to the motorcycle man and stepped onto the stairs leading to her dorm building.

The motorcycle man waved back before slipping his helmet back onto his head. He started up his motorcycle and began to drive away, the words "stay safe" slipping from his lips before he did so.

As Bekah watched him drive away, she felt herself longing for him to come back