¤Chapter Two¤

I ran my hands down my hair trying to flatten the pieces sticking up from the friction of my helmet. There's a couple of parking spots In front of the building and although it's not really assigned to anyone, only the students with rich parents park there to show off their vehicles and possibly wealth. I don't have much wealth to show off —nor do I care to if I did. However, I still park here. Why? Because I want my baby close to me.

That's it. That's the only reason. Nothing else.

Ignoring the fakes blasting mumble rap from the car next to me, I kick the stand down and hang my helmet on the handle before removing my gloves and shoving them in my backpack. There's a lake a few minutes down the street and whenever the wind blows, I get a good whiff of that earthy scent protruding off it. It's a small town, everything is relatively close.

"Oh, look everyone its Madi!" Brittney clapped.

I ignored her.

"Madi!" My best friend Amy waved and jogged towards me from the front entrance where she seemed to have been waiting. Her curly hair was styled with half of it being tied up by a ribbon in a ponytail and the other half resting against her shoulders. She wore her cheerleading uniform today so that means there's some kind of game or practice I wasn't aware of.

"Amy." Brittney muttered disapprovingly under her breath.

I get why Brittney hates me but it's mind boggling why she despises Amy so much. Is it because she's cheer captain and wouldn't let her on the squad? Or is it just because she's friends with me? Either way, that's kind of shallow but I really shouldn't expect much from someone like her anyway.

"O-M-G guess what?!" Amy grabbed my arms, coming to a halt in front of me.

"What?" I winced at her high energy. It's still so early.

"Chad just asked me out" She whisper yelled.

Brittney, who was leaning on her white BMW snickered. "He's gay"

I opened my mouth to speak but Amy beat me to it.

"No, actually he's not"

Brittney rolled her eyes. "Yeah okay whatever, don't say I didn't warn you"

"Can you mind your own business?" I glared at her.

She shrugged. "I'm just saying, when I tried to—"

"Have you ever thought that maybe he just doesn't like you?" Amy's eyes narrowed.

"Sweetie, every guy in this school wants me —including seniors— yet when I accidentally touched his—"

"Why are you still talking?" I couldn't let her finish that story because this is all way too natural for her and it's nauseating.

"I really don't give a damn about either of you if I'm being honest, just move your piece of crap bike away from the popular spot and leave" She crossed her arms.

I ignored her.

"Let's chat about your boy toy inside, Amy" I said and we both head for the entrance.

"Hey bitch," Brittney growled. "I said move your lousy bike. Now."

The sound of metal hitting concrete made me turn around so quick I might've gotten whiplash. In a few seconds I had Brittney's hands bent behind her back with her face pressing against her windshield.

"Don't you ever touch my baby again, do you understand?" The anger that I'd been trying to contain seeped through my veins.

"Ow! Let me go, you're hurting me" She shrieked.

I tightened my grip, twisting her arms in the process and pressing her body harder against the car. "Do. You. Understand?"

When she realized the crowd forming around us was more interested in filming the scene than helping, she responded "Yes! Yes okay, just let me go, please"

I released her and she scurried through the crowd without looking back.

"She never learns" Amy grunted as she tried to lift my bike.

"Let me help" A male voice spoke passing through the group of bystanders.

"Owen" I tore my eyes from a struggling Amy to look at the guy next to me.

He was wearing a plaid button up shirt and a pair of denim with black loafers. A simple guy. His quiff haircut was styled to perfection. I wonder if he uses hair gel? My fingers twitched to find out.

Amy cleared her throat. "Why thank you Owen, how kind of you"

I switched my attention back to her and she winked at me. I am more than capable of picking up my own bike, just like I was more than capable of detaining Brittney. That's the perks of having a dad in the security business. As a bodyguard he has to be skilled in fighting defense and offence. Mom was hesitant to grant him permission to teach me at first because she thought me learning combat would ruin my childhood. It made it fun. I mastered most self defense techniques by age ten. But that's just it, self-defense. If anyone dares to attack me in this small discrete town they're toast —but no one will. Stuff like that doesn't happen here.

"Wow," Owen grimaced, pulling my bike up. "This is heavy"

"And strong thankfully" I decided it was best to not tell him it took way too long for him to lift my bike and if I did it, I would've been quicker.

It was a nice gesture though.

"Owen, you're supposed to yell at her not help!" Brittney came back looking annoyed. She avoided my gaze.

Owen locked eyes with me. His light green eyes looked a little grey in the sunlight making his already friendly appearance seem even more gentle. My dark cloud has nothing over him.

 He smiled apologetically "I'm sorry for the trouble my girlfriend caused you, if you find a scratch on your bike, she'll happily pay for it."

"What the f—"

Brittney's voice was cut off by the sound of the bell ringing —or rather her voice was muted by the bell. Regardless, the crowd dispersed and people just arriving rushed out of their cars only to yield to a larger group in front of them. All trying to fit through two small doors. I'm sure if they formed a line instead of gathering together like a herd of sheep, we would move quicker but common sense doesn't seem to be a thing at this school.

I glanced at my bike, double checking that its doing fine. So much has happened and class hasn't even started yet.

I really hate Mondays.

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