Meet Ms.Clumsy

Hot Pink Is Not His Color

My eyes darted back and forth between the bike and Alex. Let me tell you hot pink did not exactly seem like his color.

His icy blue eyes turned dark with anger as he marched his way over to me and Kayla.

"Sorry to do this to ya luv, but imma get the hell outta here." With that her and the other two dimwits took off running.

"Fuck." The only thing running through my mind was fight or flight, survival instinct kinda shit. So I thought it over but before I could come to a decisive decision my feet were already running away full speed ahead. Before I knew it I had been grabbed by the waist by a big pair of hands and shoved into a wall.

I could practically feel the anger in the air, trapping me where I stood.
"Do you understand that what you just did could end you up in jail?!"He said angrily between clench teeth.

"Uh...Yes?" I said as if my answer were a question. He ran his hand through his hair, his perfect hair that made every girl want to touch it. Creepy, right? Because I definitely don't want to do that. Haha.

"Melody, right?" Well he didn't know me this morning and now suddenly he remembers. Wow how very convenient. Not.

" Um, yes. Sir, I mean u...uh..Alex." Oh my motherfucking God, did I just call him sir? What the fuck?

"I...paint...wrong...bike, wrong...bike...yours." When I get nervous I forget English. Then what he did next shocked me. He started to laugh. He held his stomach and laughed.

"No wonder everyone finds you so damn funny!" His smile was contagious and before I knew it I laughed too.

"Haha. Yeah I...um guess," I said feeling a little awkward. He finally came to a stop. He seemed calm, which was unusual.

"Alright I'll tell you what Melody, how about in return for the damage you did to my bike you do me some favors here and there? When I say something you do it, got it?" He asked getting back to serious. He eyes me in what I presume anticipation.

"So basically be you're slave?" I asked placing a hand on my hip. He smirked at me.

"Well not exactly but yes."

"Yeah how about I just repaint your bike black and we both can go back to not talking and just ignore whatever happened here today?" I said smiling innocently. He chuckled.

"Oh you think you have a choice? Like I said you're funny, but remember I'm the one who can put you in jail cupcake." I opened my jaw in shock at his nickname. If he calls me cupcake one more damn time I swear I'll kick him where it hurts.

"Fine, jackass." I said stubbornly, and glared at him. I muttered the last part, but I'm sure he heard it. He laughed and leaned in really close. So close that I could feel his breath on my face.

"Better fix those terrible manners you have, because they really do damage a persons character," Alex whispered.

"Thanks Dad." I mumbled. He glared at me and I smiled to myself in victory.

"Oh and I want you're bike." My jaw nearly hit the ground. Ah fuck. How did he even know I had a bike? I can't just give up my baby to just any guy who asks. But then again I did ruin his bike and could possibly go to jail. I threw the keys at his face, secretly hoping he wouldn't catch them. To my dismay he did. He handed me his keys and off he went leaving me in the dust.

Well fuck my life. At least he didn't kill me like I thought he would. I began to walk towards his bike, or I guess my bike, for now. Most people ask why such a clumsy person, like myself, would ride a bike. Well it was kinda a family thing.

My dad was a mechanic and was always fixing bikes. My dad was also once in a motorcycle gang and that's also how he met my mom. He said that she was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. He said she looked a lot like me too.

I don't remember her that well, but I could never forget her emerald eyes. They were so green that you'd think they weren't even real. Dad missed her. My sisters missed her. I missed her.

I looked at the painted bike and sighed to myself. I finally hopped on the bike and drove in the direction of my dad's bike shop. Once I got there I saw him sitting at his desk doing some paper work. His tattooed arm waved at me and he smiled with delight at the sight of me.

He still looked dashingly good for being 45. I loved him so much, I barely get to see him though. He works all day at the shop trying to make enough money for me and my sisters. We of course all tried to help out, execpt of course my dear sister Tara. I walked over to my dad and hugged him.

"Hey hunny, how was school today?" he asked kindly as he squished me in his embrace. Guess he hasn't heard about the principle thing yet. Thank God.

"It was good. How was work today?" I smiled as I let go.

"Good, same as usual. What brings you here today sweety?" I normally don't come here, as to not disturb him.

"Well I was wondering if I could borrow some paint for a bike I painted hot pink." He glanced behind me and laughed.

"Why on earth..." He didn't finish as I cut him off.

"Don't ask." I said frowning at the bike.
"Alright, alright let me go take a look."

He walked over to the bike and together we repainted it and even polished it after. I also told him what happened today with the whole hot sauce thing he wasn't please and I ended up getting grounded this week.
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I got home and plopped down on the couch. I watched some Netflix with a tub of ice cream on my lap. I of course spilled some on my white T-shirt that just happened to be my sister's.

"Oh come on." I said frowning at the chocolate spot on my shirt. Cursed I tell you, cursed. I tried to clean it up and failed. So I gave up and went back to watching my Netflix. Suddenly I got a text on my phone.

Unknown number:Billy's  Diner, 9pm tonight.

Me:Who wtf is this?

Unknown number:Alex Brixton

Me: Oh

Alex:Don't be late.

Me:Who said I'm going? It's a school night

Alex:If I don't see your ass here at 9 pm sharp I'll come find you, and trust me I won't be as kind and forgiving as the biking incident

Melody:Alright, Alright, jeesh

How the fuck did this creep get my number? I shivered. I went upstairs and got ready, for whatever I was gonna do, and before you know it I'm outside Billy's Diner. It's known for being a popular gang hang out, and with all the motorcycles around I don't doubt that it is.

I walk in weary of my surroundings and what I saw next made me shake where I stood wanting to run away but not being able to.

Two guys holding their guns aimed at Alex's head ready to shoot. What have I gotton myself into. They turned their heads and suddenly everyone's eyes were on me. Fuck.
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