Plant Lovers

Chapter 3

Delilah POV

I woke up at 6:30 in the morning. I have an hour to get ready. I never eat breakfast or lunch on school days. Only dinner but I end up throwing that up most of the time.

Today I was wearing a Never Shout Never tee, gray skinny jeans, and black converse. I left my brown and black hair down. I didn't feel like doing anything with it.

It was 7:16 by the time I finished. I sat down and watched some Tom and Jerry. I love this show and a bunch of the old cartoons. The new ones are just stupid nonsense that is a waste of my brain cells.

I heard a honk and shut off the TV. I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. I left a note on the counter for Josh even though I'm going to call him later.

I shut the door making sure it was locked. Walking over to my driveway I noticed Onyx had his motorcycle and not a car. Which meant I would be pressed up against him multiple times today. Someone load a gun and shoot me now.

"Good job on not being late." Onyx greeted me. I gave a simple wave, too tired to do anything else.

"Here put this on." Onyx handed me a helment. I slipped it over my head. I got on behind him and held onto Onyx.

"Trying to squeeze the life out of me?" Onyx chuckles out. I roll my eyes and loosen my grip.

"Sorry. I just haven't been on a motorcycle in so long." I say softly. He puts his helment back on.

"So you saying you've been on another motorcycle?" He acts hurt as the bike roars to life. "

"Yeah it was one of my old friends. You remind me of him actually. He had the bad boy attitude and wore a lot of chains, spikes, and black." I say a small smile forming. I miss Leon so much.

"You think I have a bad boy attitude?" Onyx asks sounding amused. I let out a laugh.

"No, you're as cuddly as a kitty and a total sweetheart." I say scoffing. He swerves a bit. I let out a scream. Onyx laughs like the mean person he is.

"You fucking asshole! You could've fucking killed us! I'm going to fucking kill you." I yell out hitting his arm lightly. He chuckles more.

"Damn you got a mouth and an arm." He says chuckling.

"Fuck you." I'm not really mad or worried anymore, but annoyed that he would do that. We could have seriously died there.

"Please don't do that again." I whisper out. It was so quiet and desperate sounding. Onyx slows down so we aren't speeding anymore.

"Okay, I won't." He says softly to me. "I'll be more careful."

I had a small smile on my face. His voice was soothing and calming. I felt safe around Onyx.

"You should talk like that all the time. It makes it sound like you actually give a fuck about the world." I say smiling. I missed motorcycle rides. I love the thrill of it.

"Whatever." He mutters out. Now we have back the Onyx who doesn't give a damn about anything. I sigh and look around, wondering when we will get to school.

"You sigh a lot." Onyx says sighing himself. I roll my eyes and continue looking around.

"How much longer?" I whine getting frustrated with this ride.

"We'll get there when we get there." He grumbles rudely. Mr. Grumpy Pants here.

We pulled into the parking lot of the school. No one was really paying attention but Onyx's friends. They all saw me get off his bike.