no strings attached - rafe cameron

chapter two.

I took my time walking back home. That was the last place I wanted to be right now, but considering I didn't know my way around the island yet, home was the only place I was somewhat comfortable being at.

As I was walking down a long road, I heard a dirt bike come up from behind me. I stepped off the side of the road to let it pass, but it slowed down once it got to me. I looked over and saw a red dirt bike, and once the guy took his helmet off, I saw the dirty-blond haired guy from Barry's.

"Are you following me now?" I asked him, kind of weirded out about the fact that he was checking me out earlier and now he was going in the same direction I was. It had been about fifteen minutes since I left Barry's so I was wondering how he caught up to me.

"Headed home." He told me, a smile on his lips. "Need a ride?"

"No thank you," I shook my head. "I'd rather swim through the marsh at night than get a ride home with a random stranger on the back of a bike."

"Ouch," He chuckled as he now looked around. "You'd be safer with me than walking alone on these streets." He told me as he held out the helmet. "C'mon."

I pursed my lips into a thin line, already regretting my decision for the second time today. Though I didn't even know this guy, I knew that he was right. I'd be safer with him on a ten minute ride home than walking by myself for another half hour.

"Fine." I scoffed as I took the helmet from him and got on his bike behind him.

"Jeez, a thank you would be nice." He chuckled as he turned his head to look at me putting on the black helmet.

"You'll get a thank you when you get me home safely." I told him.

He kicked his bike back on and sped down the road. I couldn't help but hold onto him for dear life. I wrapped my arms around his body and closed my eyes, telling myself that this would be over soon enough.

Though as I thought about it, I didn't know how soon it actually would be over since I never told him where I lived, but that was probably for the better. Wherever we ended up, I could just walk from there. I didn't mind.

As he continued to weave in and out of the streets of the Outer Banks, I couldn't help but think to myself how insane I was for getting on the back of this guys bike. I didn't even know his name.

I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder to see where we were, and as I did, he swerved around an old Volkswagen van, before flipping it off and cursing them out. I didn't know why he did that because he was in the wrong, but I wasn't going to question it as long as he got me to our destination safely.

I closed my eyes again, wrapping my arms tighter around him. I didn't know where he was going or how far away we were, but I was praying we'd come to a stop soon.

And as if he read my mind, he began to slow down and I opened my eyes, noticing we were on Figure Eight. I saw him turn onto my street, before slowing down in front of my house. How the hell did this guy know where I lived?

"It's this one, right?" He asked me.

"How would you know where I lived?" I questioned him. I wasn't going to tell him whether it was my house or not.

"It's a small island." He chuckled, looking back at me since I was still on his bike. "My step-mom sold this house to your family." He told me.

"Your step-mom is Rose Cameron?" I asked him, surprised at his answer and he nodded in response. What were the odds of that?

I took the helmet off and handed it to him in front of me before hopping off the back of the bike.

"Unfortunately." He answered as he looked down at his helmet. "You ever rode one before?" He asked me as he now got off of the bike. I shook my head as I tried to fix my hair from the helmet messing it up. "I can tell." He chuckled.