The Quarterback's Girl

Friends?

The new boy came up to me after school, with again no Sam, I tensed up. Thinking that he is going to flirt with me again made me want to barf. But he didn't. "I'm sorry for flirting with you. I'll stop talking to you." He muttered.

"Fine, apology accepted." I still didn't like his presence near me.

"Friends?" He asked with a shy smile.

"We'll work on that." I answered.

"Friends need to know each other's names. My name is Locke." He answered. We shook hands and called it a truce. He walked away, I still felt really nervous around him. It felt like he was up to something. But there is still that little possibility that all he wants is a friend.

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I left the ice skating rink and began walking home. But right when I exited the doors I noticed a motorcycle with a boy on it is waiting for me. The boy took off his helmet, and revealed to be none other than the shaggy-haired blond Locke. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"I've come to take you home, friends help friends right?" He asked.

"I guess so." I answered, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

"Then hop on." He smiled.

"Ok, but just so you know, I have a pocket knife in my bag if anything happens." I warned. He chuckled.

"I'll keep that in mind." I climbed onto the back of the bike and Locke roared the motor to life. He then sped out of the parking lot and onto the streets. I held tight to him, scared to let go. "So?" Locke asked over the roaring wind.

"So what?" I shouted back.

"How is it? Wind in your hair—"

"Bugs in my face."

"Not what I had in mind." Locke laughed. My chocolate brown hair whipped my back as he drove faster down Main Street. "How do you get to your house again?" Locke asked. I had forgotten he hadn't seen my house yet. Here I was, thinking that he had seen it last year along with the rest of the school at the end of the year party that I had hosted.

"Just take a left turn onto 5th avenue."

"Right." Locke nodded and turned into the street. Two rows of townhouses lined the avenue. My house was among the many. "Where's your house?"

"232." I answer. Locke found the house and stopped on the side of the road.

"Well wasn't that a nice ride?"

"I can say otherwise. There were bugs, wind, and more bugs. Oh, and did I mention there were bugs?"

"Hey, we're here right?" Locke offered a crooked smile. He put his helmet back on, he'd been wearing his same worn windbreaker jacket, along with some jeans. His icy blue eyes became concealed by his helmet as he sped off down the street. I simply sighed and went into the house.