I bit my lower lip. We’d become closer in the last month. He was my biggest confidant. I had told him more about my life than I ever had before. It was easy to confide in him. He was always there for me, and I didn’t have that with anyone.
Rebel Rider: Do you want me on the back of your bike?
Full Throttle: I asked first.
I rolled my eyes.
Rebel Rider: Maybe…
Full Throttle: Just maybe?
Rebel Rider: Your turn to answer.
Full Throttle: I’d love for you to spread your legs for me.
My eyes widened.
Full Throttle: On the back of my bike, of course.
Before I chickened out, I typed back.
Rebel Rider: Just on the back of your bike?
Full Throttle: Don’t ask questions you aren’t ready to hear the answer to.
Rebel Rider: What if I am?
Full Throttle: You’re not.
Rebel Rider: How do you know?
Full Throttle: I know a lot of things about you, Belle Montgomery.
I jerked back, almost falling out of my chair.
Rebel Rider: How do you know my name? I never told you that.
Full Throttle: You didn’t have to.
Rebel Rider: What’s that supposed to mean?
Full Throttle: Be careful tonight.
I went to reply, but he logged off. He did that sometimes when he didn’t want to respond to my questions.
I rolled my eyes again. “Great.”
I ignored the looming feeling in the pit of my stomach and jumped into the shower instead. After I was done, I grabbed my faux leather leggings and a crop top. Throwing on a flannel next, I stepped into my black combat boots, finishing off my outfit. Letting my hair flow loosely around my face, I then applied a light layer of makeup. Some mascara, blush, and lip gloss completed my vibe for the night.
My parents were at some charity event. I didn’t have to worry about running into them as I made my way downstairs to the front door, where Erica was waiting in my driveway.
“Look at you, babe! You look like a rebel!”
I smiled wide, loving that she’d called me that.
We hit it off pretty quickly in chem class, but this was the first time I was hanging out with her.
“Are you excited?” she asked, driving.