Story takes off from here ! ! !
Chapter 11 : Kickoff
"Woah nice bike!" Becky gapes when I open the garage revealing the motorcycle, "Who's is it?"
"Well, my brother Peter caught a ride back to university with his bff and said I could use his Harley Davidson," I explain pulling it out, "Don't worry he's an expert and he taught me"
"Wait, you ride this? Isn't this a bit dangerous," Bec asks me not convinced nd seriously worried, her perfect eyebrows scrunched.
"Nah, it's perfectly safe, I have a sort of permit"
"Uh . . Okay then, have I ever told you that you don't behave like an average girl," she states as I pass her a helmet and put on my own.
"I don't recall no, but I am quite the average girl Bec society just doesn't want to accept that," I shrug getting on the bike, she reluctantly gets on herself.
I check the gear controls, making sure I remember the correct acceleration etc. With one last check, I start the engine revving the bike before driving off. I go slowly picking up a bit of speed because I'm kind of scared of driving Peters bike and getting into trouble with my parents. I ask Becky to tell me directions and we arrive by a house.
If that's what you call a four story building.
"See, it wasn't so bad," I say with a cheeky grin.
"Well we arrived in one piece," she replies rushing off the bike and smoothing her dress. Her face masked with what looks like horror.
Sourpuss
Jackson's house is HUGE colossal size typical badboy-popular bff-of-biggest-jerk-ever-richkid and Bec tells me we made a mistake. We both gape and the mansion, our jaws dropping in amazement. It's to dark to really see anything but with the loud noise echoing music and colourful streamed lights hanging around I'm shocked it's the wrong address.
"What do you mean?" I ask not following and jumping off.
"This is Xavier's mansion, he must be the one hosting the parties for JK," Becky explains calming down.
"Wait, why?"
The brunette shrugs, "Jackson has really strict parents, but Xavier doesn't care about what his parents say, so that's why he hosts the parties, also he's the wealthiest from all four of them or maybe even the whole school "
"Woah, what does his parents do?" I ask. Maybe thats why he works I the cafe. They probably own the whole joint.
"His father is the owner of Rays motor, they own some kind of motor franchise but no one knows what his mother does," She answer.
Okay I'm bad at assumptions, but that explains the different car every week. Not the reason he works in a cafe though. The party is not what I expected either. It's completely PG which I like. We ring the doorbell, and guess what? A Butler greets us. Cliche right He let's us inside, the party is in full swing, I hear music blasting loudly and see most of the guys on the lounge or kitchen. It's only the football team and their plus - ones.
YOU ARE READING
Soccer and Swift ✔
Teen Fiction{not your average cliche} {COMPLETED} Dan Swift Infamously known by many names. 'The swift ' is popularly used, in reference to his amazing talents. A rising football star at his new school Holdenbridge high. His teammates respect him, the school a...
