expect, then that will become my plan B. For the moment,
we take her Beemer. I love driving any vehicle, but this is certainly a smooth, sweet
ride.
The radio is playing, the music is loud, and the weather is perfect. Suddenly I start
thinking about the guy I saw this morning and I become really quiet. I can picture
those strong arms around me, his cute smile and his mouth next to mine whispering
sweet nothings against my lips. It’s not long before Ciara notices I am way too far
gone inside me head.
“Spill it!” She says while staring at me. I give her an annoyed look at which she
responds by opening her eyes really big and extending her right arm in a circular
motion, meaning I better get with the program.
“There is nothing to tell, really…” I try to dance away from the subject. It doesn’t
work. So I continue. “When I was going to see the advisor on campus, I noticed these
2 guys in front of the building getting ready to cross the street, so I slow down
a little bit to take a good look at them… and my instincts were 100% accurate, they
were so freakin’ hot! Both of them were tall and buff with nice chiseled features.
I guess they thought I was a guy at first, because when I passed right in front, their
mouths dropped open and they were staring hard, like they could not believe what was
right in front of them! It was funny, actually.”
“The way that your butt lifts up when you are on that bike, really suits you! Didn’t
I tell you? Uh! And you were wearing those tight jeans you love so much!” She says
all that while wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
“I know, right? Well, then I parked not too far away from where they were, and I
hear a guy running towards me and getting closer. I see him in my peripheral vision,
so I prepare myself to knock the shit out of somebody. I was getting ready to reach
for my steel nunchucks from the inside of my boots, but I didn’t feel any threat,
so I waited to see what was going to happen. I took a look over my shoulder to let
him know I am onto him and he completely freezes in place and stares me down! He was
the epitome of a god – Gor-ge-ous! Black messy hair, a bit long but not too much.
Blue-gray eyes, scruffy face, tall, tanned and buffed. Oh… and his lips, they were
not thin or big, just the right size – made me want to sample, know what I mean?”
I show her a huge grin.
“Yes! And then, what happened?”
“You are not going to believe it.” I turn my head with the most straight face I can
muster and her facial expression becomes a serious one.
“What??? Spill it, you are killing me, Knuckles!” I roll my eyes at the term of endearment.
Our friends started to call me ‘Knuckles” when I used brass knuckles to beat up a
guy who tried to sexual assault me. He failed. I rearranged his face before I called
the cops. No one other than Ciara knows that I never go anywhere without some kind
of weapon. “Fine! I’m spilling. He got hit with a football in the head, lost his balance
and fell face first on the grass.” We look at each other and bust out laughing.
“Are you for real?” She giggles.
“Real.”
“Did he say anything after that?” She asks me.
“I went to check on him, biting my tongue so I didn’t laugh out loud. I helped him
up and then he tried to get my name, but I turned around and left him chowing down
on some grass. I ran to my appointment, and by the time I came back out they were
gone.” I shrugged.
We continued to laugh and joke while at the liquor store and all the way to the party.
Even though I know my past is too complicated and that I don’t need to be with anyone,
I silently wondered if I would see that guy again soon.
Chapter 3
Colton
Traxx and I have been running errands all afternoon. It doesn’t matter where we go
or who we see, I keep going back to thinking about Biker Girl and those