Why did she make a move?

Wind in my- I mean our hair.

Here I am in front of the school waiting for this fuck face.

He told me to hide behind the bushes.

How do I always end up in these uncomfortable places?

I impatiently wondered.

While flicking off bugs from my jeans.

Then I heard an engine growling.

Please don't be a lawnmower or an electronic saw.

I panicked and closed my eyes shut.

"Shorty lets go!" He half whispered and yelled.

Letting me know it wasn't someone else with a very dangerous machine that could cut me in two.

I raise my left leg over the bike and awkwardly placed my arms around his waist, feeling him tense up.

"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"

He asked while placing his helmet on my head.

"Ill let you know when the first time is over."

I replied.

Realizing how close I was to his face lean back pushing him while shouting.

"Go Go Go!"

He chuckled and sped off after hearing a whistle being blown by a sercurity running toward our direction in a golf cart.

Oh crap almost got caught.