A Forbidden Love

Two

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groan, smacking the demon that disturbed my sleep off.

I get up, quickly showering and get ready.

I put on a white striped t-shirt, that was tucked into blue ripped jeans. I tied a red flannel around my waist.

I didn't bother with makeup, mostly because I don't own any.

Making my way downstairs, I fling my backpack over my shoulder.

"Morning." I say to mom, she turns to me, plastering a smile on her face.

"Eat up." She has. I look down, seeing eggs. I frown as the smell hits my nose, making my stomach churn.

"I'm not hungry." I mumble, pushing the plate away.

"That's alright. Have a good day at school." She comes around the corner, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"B—"

"Nathan can drop you off." I glance Nathan's way, he stopped eating mid-chew, fork hanging in his hand.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He says after swallowing.

"None sense," Paul says, turning to me, "have you ever rode a FXDR?"

"No..." I mumble, not completely knowing what that is. 

He smiles, turning towards Nathan. "Drive her."

********

"No way." I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest, looking at the death trap in front of me.

Nathan looks at me, rolling his eyes.

"You don't have a choice," he states, "just grab my waist." He tosses me a helmet, which I (barely) catch.

He takes a seat on the motorcycle, while I fish my brain for an excuse.

"What about you? Aren't you going to wear a helmet?"

Nathan shakes his head, before saying: "I don't wear helmets. Makes it hard to see the road."

I sigh, before throwing my left leg over the seat, gripping on Nathan's waist like my life depended on it.

It does.

He kicks the kick-stand up, before I feel the bike moving.

I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping on Nathan's waist tighter.

Every time he turned, my heart skipped a beat.

I didn't realize we stopped until Nathan stood up, causing me to drop my arms by my sides.

Nathan let out a deep chuckle. "You're alive." He does jazz hands, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Barely." I breathed out, standing from the bike.

"I'm walking home."

*******

"New girl." I hear behind me, spinning around, I roll my eyes.

"The stuck up girl, I see." I say. The girl in front of my wore a too tight too shirt top, her skirt also too short.

She wore a bold lipstick, her long blond hair fell down to her waist.

"You're not even a girl." She visibly cringes, and her friends behind her laugh.

I sigh, it wasn't like I wasn't used to being treated like this.

A girl— basically identical to her gasps. Her hair was red, and she had a couple layers of makeup plastered on her face.

"Look at her hair!" Ginger says.

"Look, blondie—" I begin.

"My name isn't blondie. It's Stephanie. You would know that if you hadn't just gotten here five minutes ago." She states, flipping long blonde hair over her shoulder.

I scoff. "And you are?" She takes another look at my outfit, flattening her skirt.

"Jade Smith." I say.

"What was that?" She cups behind her ear, leaning in although I know she heard me.

"Jade Smith." I say, in the same tone.

"Oh, Jane." She gives a huge fake smile, as her goons laugh once again.

I roll my eyes, hearing her heels click as I turn around.

I already didn't like this school.