Run

Chapter One: My Lucky Day

Oh my god I'm so screwed I'm so screwed, I thought to myself as I raced up the stairs of the subway station, taking two steps at a time. Stupid delayed trains. I glanced at my watch. 9:35 A.M. Shit. My interview was scheduled to begin at 9:40 and I still needed to walk about eleven blocks before arriving at my destination. I pushed my way through the loud, bustling streets of New York City and stood at the curb. I waved my hand frantically, in hopes that a cab would stop but they all drove past me. After being ignored by six cabs, I eventually gave up. On the most important day of my life, everything just had to go wrong. 

It had always been a dream of mine to become a journalist. Writing had always been my strong suit and I enjoyed it. Even in school, putting a pen to paper was a breeze. Writing in diaries allowed me to de-stress and discovering new words was fascinating. Today was the day to put my writing skills to the test. 

The sound of a motorcycle speeding down the street broke up my train of thought. The motorcyclist slowly came to a stop and halted in front of me. He lifted his helmet. Immeditely, I could feel the judgement radiating off of him as his eyes traveled up and down my body. 

I examined him as well. Soft brown messy hair. Clear hazel eyes. Long eyelashes. Black skinny jeans. Smooth tan skin. I rolled my eyes. Was he trying to embody the cliché teenage motorcycle look? Gross. 

"Can I help you with something?" I asked crossing my arms defensively over my chest.

He smirked. "I saw you trying to catch a cab back there. Where are you headed?"

I raised my eyebrows suspiciously. 

"Oh, I'm Ean by the way" he said holding out his hand. 

I shook it hesitantly and plastered a smile on my face. "Brandi. I just need to get to the Sunset Building and I'm already late to a really important interview."

"Hmm," Ean said, "well then I guess today's your lucky day."

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. "Excuse me?"

Ean nodded towards the back of his motorcycle. "Hop on."

I gave him a blank stare. What the hell is up with this guy? "Are you serious?"

"Well what are you waiting for?" 

"I don't even know you."

"Do you want a ride or not?"

I took a deep breath and readjusted my purse on my shoulder. Might as well. He handed me his other helmet and I reluctantly took it. 

"You know, this is my first time on a motorcycle," I pointed out as I proceeded to sit behind Ean. 

He laughed and revved the engine. "Well all I can advise you to do then is to hold on tight."