Feeling a tug on my ponytail, I expect to see Zayden as I turn around. Instead I come face to face with a smiling Caden.
"Hey, Sugar." He greets, smiling at Marcheline. I ignore him, turning back to her.
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" I confirm. Marcheline shakes her head, her skating bag in hand.
"Zay is going to give me a ride. Don't worry about it." She waves me off, before walking off to meet Emery.
"Hi, Caden." I finally greet, struggling to fix my hair as I balance two textbooks between my knees. Caden bends down, plucking the books from me, holding them patiently as he waits. "Thank you."
"So." He begins. I meet his eyes, raising a brow at him.
"So?"
"Project."
Crap. "Right. About that...unless you can give me a ride, I'm not sure if we can go anywhere besides the school's quad."
Haisley had given me a ride this morning, dumping my ass before speeding to track practice after school.
I haven't seen much of her lately, and it bothers me, but I've learned not to question what isn't needed to be questioned.
He shrugs, "No biggie, I can give you a lift."
I have never actually seen Caden get to or leave school, unless he's with Kinsley.
We begin walking to the parking lot in silence, avoiding the crowds. I try to fall in step with Caden, but damn his long legs.
Making it halfway down the large lot, I don't expect to stop short.
"A motorcycle?" I pale slightly, shaking my head. "You ride a motorcycle?"
He gives me an amused look, leaning against the handlebar. "Problem?"
I bite my lip nervously. "No, I-I've never been on a motorcycle before."
"Always a good time to try something new." He places a helmet on my head, knocking on it lightly. "Safety first."
I watch grimly as he swings his leg over the bike, sliding forward to make room for me. He pats the seat behind him, smiling calmly as I take a step back.
"I don't think so..." I trail, shaking my head.
My mother always told me two things: carry your pepper spray, and don't get on a motorcycle.
He holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for me to get over myself. I take the hand nervously.
There's less space than I anticipated, oawkwardly positioning myself as I try to keep my distance. Except...there is no distance.
"I don't like this." I mutter under my breath, beginning to really question if I trust Caden at all. Or enough for this at least.
He chuckles, "You're going to have to wrap your arms around me, Sugar." I ignore the smugness in his voice, doing as I'm told reluctantly.
I'd preferably not die today.
I hesitantly wrap my arms around his torso, doing my best to block out the fact that the entirety of my frontside is pressed against his back.
I yelp as he turns on the engine, squeezing tighter. His chuckle vibrates against my skin as well. "Come on, Charli. You're safe, I promise."
Promises, what a silly thing. Because in the end, promises are just placeholders for broken lies.
I take a deep breath, nodding against his shoulder. I close my eyes as he takes off, slowly as first then faster as we pass the school.
"Sugar, open your eyes." Caden laughs.
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Sincerely, Charli Day
Teen Fiction❝Our future is now up to the one thing I've been forced to believe doesn't exist.❞ Charli Briar Day is who you would call your typical teenage girl. Living off of caffeine and sarcasm, she wants nothing more than to enjoy her last year of high schoo...