On my way home, I decided not to go take the bus. So I decided to walk home. It was just a good twenty minutes away . I like to walk. As I walked through the parking lot , I see the jocks as they flexed their muscles for the airhead bubble blonde girls. As I walk on, I see the dude that asked me for my number earlier. He was leaning against a motorcycle while staring at his phone . He must have been texting, because his thumbs were moving quickly. I looked at him a few seconds longer than I should have because he looked up at that moment and he caught me staring. I tried to look away quickly, but he caught me. He grinned widely, and strutted over to me with quick strides .
"Hey" he said with a playful smile.
"Uh hey." I felt a bit awkward but I kept walking . I haven't spoken to a guy without wanting to hit him for a long time . So this was kinda new to me .
"So where are you going?" He walked side by side with me.
"Why is that any of your concern ? " I truly felt uncomfortable .
"I'm just curious . And will you tell me?" He looked at me sideways wit a sideways grin.
"I'm going home." I felt a little annoyance at his childish action.
"Oh OK do you want a ride?" He gestured to the motorcycle .
"Oh no no no thank you." I was definitely not going on that motorcycle and I never will.
"Aww don't worry . You can have the helmet and I will keep you safe . " He smirked as he offered again . Apparently he was not getting the message.
"No thank you. I'm happy to be alive." Sarcasm. The best weapon for everything .
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I bit back a scream as I wrapped my arms around his torso tighter as we zoomed down the highway to my house on a damn motorcycle . I swear to god if I survive this , I will do all of the chores. We zoomed until I saw my block.
"Israel, my house is there!" I shouted over the whistling wind. I saw him nod, but the fucking moron just zoomed right past it. I felt the fear of Satan coursing through my veins as I thought of all the possibilities. I always wondered what it felt like to get raped. But I want to see my family still! So of course I was scared.
"Dude! You passed my house!" I shouted at him. And again he just nodded his head.
A few minutes later I noticed we were slowing down . And I thought that this was it. I wouldn't even run away. That is how most girls die quicker. They run then get caught by the angry rapist. We stopped in front of some restaurant that said "No Finer Diner". I looked at him as he was putting the helmet he wore on the bike.
"What are we doing here?" I asked in with a hint of annoyance evident in my voice .
He looked at me as if I said the dumbest sit ever.
"We are going on a date." He said.
Then the feeling and urges to kick his nuts up to his throat was strong in my very heart .
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Emo And Punk
RomanceTina Hemmings is Emo. She is bullied for that. She is pretty and sixteen and a loner and desired by few. Israel Williams is Punk. He is popular for that. He is good looking and sixteen and desired as a guy by many males and females alike. Will they...
