27. People Pleaser

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Chapter Twenty Seven - People Pleaser

"Are you kicking me out?"

I was a slow walker compared to his athletic self, and owing to his long legs, it hadn't taken him more than a few strides to get ahead of me. Instead of entering his music room, I'd watched as he'd walked past it and started heading downstairs, making me follow after him in confusion.

Without responding to my question, he marched out of the front door and neared his motorcycle.

"I guess you have to go somewhere? So, we're not training today?" I deduced in bewilderment while standing at his front step and wondering if he was going to ask me to leave or I was just supposed to take the hint and walk away.

"Get on."

"What?" I blinked.

He climbed on his motorcycle and started the engine. When I remained immobile, he raised an impatient brow at me.

Oh?

"Get on behind you? On the motorcycle?" I confirmed. I knew it was a silly question, but could I be blamed?

He cocked his head to the side, staring at me like that was the dumbest question he'd ever heard.

"Yes," he answered anyway.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find out if you get on."

I should've been repelled by the idea of riding on a motorcycle with my enemy, but I was lowkey thrilled. Nobody had ever offered me a motorcycle ride before. It sounded like an adventure.

So, with a little shrug of acceptance, I started to near him, catching the little surprise in his eyes. He'd probably convinced himself he'd have to throw me on the motorcycle to get me to go anywhere with him.

Hesitantly, I placed a hand on his shoulder and started to climb on, feeling his hard shoulder muscles under my palm. They felt kind of... nice.

"Wait!" he said. "Run to the garage quickly and get yourself a helmet."

I sighed. "Do I really need it?"

"Yes."

I lazily sauntered over to his garage and came back with two helmets, tossing one at him. "If I need it, so do you. Unless you've got a skull of steel."

His eyes averted from me to the helmet. Then, keeping a straight face, he put it on without any complaints, and I finally got on the motorcycle.

Not sure what to hold on to, I crumpled the back of his t-shirt in my fist uncertainly. But he didn't say anything, so I guessed he was okay with that.

As the motorcycle started moving, all of a sudden, a past experience rose from my memory.

"Wait! You haven't signed me up for volunteering again, have you? I swear to God, Matt, if you—"

"Guess you'll find out."

My eyes narrowed. "I'll run away. I'm telling you I won't do anything I don't want to."

He didn't say anything, and my suspicions grew stronger. Where could he possibly be taking me?

"Just in case you're planning to kidnap me, I'll let you know I have 911 on speed dial," I warned.

He cut me a glance through the mirror. "You don't."

"Yeah, right because you know every—" I cut myself off at the smug look flashing in his eyes, which reminded me he had been through my phone, and I deadpanned. "Whatever."

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