In a matter of hours I will be heading out to meet Tyler at the outside of town. I'm wearing a black ripe skinning jeans, a white tank top, white converse shoes and black leather jacket (mine, not Tyler) but, I wish I could of kept it, but I return it to him when he dropped me of home a week ago. And I did my makeup lightly and did my hair in lightly wavy.
Dad is at work again, but tomorrow he have the day off so he wants to have a father-daughter day together. And I can't for that it's been a while since we have that and I got a few places I wanted to go, but haven't because I don't have a driver license or even a permit yet and a car and Kendra has been a busy hangout for long since her part time job and Mack car need to be fixed, she can't drive it too far or it will start acting up again. So, my rides are limited for now that I know for now.
I'm sitting the living wait until it's time to go so I'm passing the time by watching TV to calm my nerves down before I go, but I know that I'm going to be even more nervous when I see him again. But every second that's getting closer I can feel my nerves getting worked up as I wait anxiously as the time tick by slowly.
"It's right here." I said to the cab driver dropping me off at the address that Tyler has given me a few days ago. "Thanks." I pay the driver before getting out of the car and waited at the gate. It's 7:25 and he should be here soon.
As I waited, I hear noise coming from the other side of the gate, sounds like a car's engine, I was debating on waiting for him and wanted to know what the commotion is all about. Deciding that I wanted to see what is going on my walk in the opening of the gate and see that there are a lot showcase cars all around. Walking and looking around I hear someone talking I turn to see a tall cute guy but he not as cute as Tyler. The guy must be about a 20 - year-old, 5'8 with black hair and brown eyes.
"I think your on the wrong side town, sweetheart." the guy said, to me. He's sitting on a black and red Yamaha XSR700 sport heritage motorcycle.
"Don't call me, sweetheart." I said to him and turn my back on him looking around. Maybe Tyler is here... Somewhere.
"Are you looking for someone. I could help you?"
I look at him, "From you, no thanks. I can manage on my own, thank you very much."
"Are you, surely?"
I was about to say something, but someone cuts me off and speak for me. "Is he bothering?" Tyler says coming toward us.
"Oh, I see your with him then." the guy says with a weird smile on his face.
"Yeah, she with me. Do you have a problem with that?" Tyler say with an annoyed look on his face.
"Are you sure, you want to be with him? I think you are better off with someone else?"
"And you think that would be you?" I scoff, "no thanks."
"Hey, I'm just saying you are better off with someone, that's all I'm saying." and he rides away on his motorcycle into the crowds leaving the two us here staring after him until he disappears. I turn to look at Tyler, who has a mix of annoyance and anger look on his face.
"You, okay there?" I ask after few second after staring at him. He looks down at me to see the concern look in my eyes and eased him up a bit.
"Yeah, I'm alright. How about you?" he said little less calm now that the guy left and nowhere near us that I know of, he could be near us into the crowds. But I'm not going to worried about that, I'm here with Tyler and I going to focus on him for the rest of the night.
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine." looking around to all everyone who is about between in their late twenty or forty. "So, what is this place anyway?"
"It's a place where everyone can out out and show off their cars or even race." he said, looking around. "Come on, I wanna you meet someone.."
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The Ride Of My Life: Chicago
Ficção Adolescente17-year-old Estelle Hart has been a goody, always getting good grades, never gets in trouble with anything. Until, the day she met Tyler Hunter enter into her life, the boy whose changes everything that Estelle ever thought she knew or ever do somet...