Farewell : Until We Meet Again

23/ angst.

The last school bell chimed for today, and I sprang out of my seat instantly. The excitement that buzzed through my body, intoxicated my senses. Dorian Scholz was picking me up after school because he wanted to hang out since we're friends apparently. The thought of meeting other Waldoville High teens crossed my mind a few times. Maybe this was my opportunity to find out why both schools' student body despised each other so much.

I fought my way through the people filled hallway to reach my locker because I wanted to leave my backpack in it. After doing so I quickly opened my two buns since buns and motorbike helmets weren't a good combo.

I closed my locker after checking my now open and slightly waved hair in my phone screen.

Making my way to the exit, I was greeted by blinding light coming from the moody and angry red fireball in outer space. Students gathered in front of the school like any other day, chatting with their friends or waiting for a parent to pick them up. I halted next to the stairs, squinting, searching for a blonde boy in a leather jacket.

A few seconds later my eyes found Dorian who was clad in an all-black biker outfit; from black jeans, his signature biker jacket and a helmet next to him, nothing was missing from the perception of a stereotypical high school bad boy. He was leaning against his polished motorbike, looking down at his iPhone.

My eyes sparkled at the view as my lips formed to a wide smile. I made my way over to Dorian basically on cloud nine because I looked forward to seeing him the whole day. Therefore, it was very hard and almost impossible to keep my excitement under control.

Dorian looked up suddenly and saw me hurrying towards him. He scanned my face which practically resembled the split image of jocker's crazy smile. Carefully, he returned the smile as he stood upright with his helmet in hand.

"Hey! Oh my God, I missed you so much!" I said.

"Why thank-"Dorian started but stopped as he realized something.

"He looks so good today, Dorian! Did you clean him?" I asked as I brushed my fingers across the sleek black Harley Davidson. I could see my reflection in the metal as my eyes fell in love instantly.

"Damn, that's how rejection must feel like," Dorian mumbled under his breath.

I looked up at him still in a slight daze, "Oh, hi Dorian. How are you feeling today? I'm feeling great actually!"

"I'm good," he smiled down at me. "In fact, I'm a little scared of your non-existent biking skills."

"I can't wait to drive him," I said in awe.

Because that was my one condition, I stated yesterday jokingly. And I repeat, jokingly. Never in a million years could I have suspected that he would agree to me driving his precious Harley Davidson. Especially because he believes that I've never driven one myself.

Little does he know.

"Don't worry, I watched a YouTube video yesterday," I assured to him.

Dorian's expression just turned to a more doubtful one as he looked down at his bike in fright over his safety.

His eyes then zooned in on something behind me as he questioned warily, "Why are your friends staring at us like that?"

Despite his clear dislike towards Sofía, Enzo and the rest, Dorian's voice lacked sarcasm and repulsion.

I just pursed my lips together and turned around. The whole gang stood next to the stairs and the entry of the school as they not so subtly gazed in our direction. My hard stare caught them red-handed which made all of them turn back around. Except of Lorenzo. He continued staring at me and then at Dorian with an unreadable expression.