Bad Boy

Lucas was a bad boy. Everyone knew it, especially me. I was determined to stay away from him and concentrate on college. But he certainly didn't want to stay away from me.


3. Why won't he leave me alone?

"Yeah, everything's fine at Uni. Yes, I'm paying all my bills and I've got enough food. No, you don't need to come check on me!"

Mum had called.

"No, I don't like any boys. Yes I'm sure! Yeah, love you too. Bye!" I quickly hung up, breathing a sigh of relief. I loved her and all, but she was much too protective sometimes. Give me the strength to love her.

Natasha ran up next to me, clutching her book on Business. "Hey Eve, how are you?"

We walked through the large gates and onto the street."Fine," I replied.

Rain started to fall, starting as a slow drizzle, but quickly getting heavier. "Do you want a lift?" Natasha asked as we walked towards the car park. I'd had to sell my car to pay for my tuition fees, and missed it like crazy. Walking everywhere just took so much longer.

"No thanks, I'll be fine. Besides, I live in the opposite direction." We walked over to her small blue car, which beeped and flashed as she unlocked.

Natasha got inside, looking sympathetically out at me through the car window. "Well, if you're sure." She eased out of the parking space and I quickly walked away, wanting to spend as little time in the rain as possible.

The rain came down heavier as I walked down the grey pavement. I pulled a textbook from my bag and lifted it over my head to shield my hair from the rain. I broke into a small jog in my haste to get home, thick drops of water running under my thin t-shirt and making me shiver. Stop the rain soon.

A heard a roaring sound behind me and moved to the side of the pavement, not wanting to get splashed by the motorbike. But it roared to a halt next to me, the driver climbing down and walking over. 

It was Lucas. Of course he had a motorbike. Of course.

Butterflies began in my stomach again, though I tried to push them down. "Hey babe," he said cheerfully, as if we weren't standing in torrential rain. He reached out and took a lock of my hair, playing with it between his fingers. Take away my fear. 

I slapped his hand away. "I have a name, you know. And I told you to stay away from me!"

"Aw, don't be like that. You  look as if you need a ride." Lucas stroked my neck, smiling as I shuddered. No matter how much I hated him, my skin still tingled where he had touched it.

"No," I replied primly, as my hair plastered itself to my face. "Motorbikes cause accidents."

He pulled his hand from my neck and I relaxed, glad that the ordeal was over. "Motorbikes cause fear. All the more reason to ride them." I looked at the bike. It was huge, black and terrifying. I didn't even want to go anywhere near it.

"What is your obsession with me? I don't want to set foot near that bike or you!" At times like this, I wished I had a hot cup of coffee with me. But then again, that clearly didn't put him off the first time around.

His smile faded and his eyes turned dark. "Sorry babe, but it wasn't a question." He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up, quickly placing me on the seat of the bike. I didn't even have to time to struggle before he hopped on behind me and kicked the engine to life, turning the bike into  a roaring monster.

Lucas reached around me and grabbed the handlebars, before quickly getting the bike moving and steering onto the road.

After that I didn't make a sound.

Wind and rain lashed at my face and hair while we sped down the empty stretch of road. Buildings and streets zoomed past us, only blurs as we moved along. The bike felt unsteady and wobbly underneath me, I was expecting it so swerve off course at any moment.

We're going to crash and there isn't a seatbelt. We're going to crash and there isn't a seatbelt.

He twisted the handlebars, causing it to sped up even more. He leaned down behind me and spoke in my ear. "Having fun?" I couldn't even reply.

I haven't got a helmet. I haven't got a helmet.

Lucas turned a tight corner, the bike leaning dangerously. I had to grab him just so that I wouldn't fall off. I turned and wrapped my arms around his chest, pressing myself into the only stable thing on this bike. I didn't even care that I hated him. 

We're going to die. We're going to die.

I shut my eyes tight and pressed my face to his neck as the world sped past, the water whipping my face and running down it. I just hoped it would be over soon. Don't crash the bike.

The bike eased to a stop outside a set of flats, nowhere near my street. In fact, I had no idea where we were. I stayed stock-still as the bike stopped, unable to move an inch. That was the most terrifying experience of my life.

"Hey babe, you can let go now." And then I could move. I quickly unwrapped my arms from around him, almost disgusted by the though of it. I tried to lift my leg over the bike, but the seat was too high and I ended up wobbling precariously. Lucas jumped off from behind me, grinning as his eyes went up and down my body. I was suddenly very conscious of how wet my t-shirt was. 

I crossed my arms over my chest, as I tried to swing my leg over. Lucas walked over and I recoiled, but he put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up and off the bike, placing me on the wet pavement. How strong was he?

"I don't l-live here," I stuttered through chattering teeth. I was too cold to hate him at the moment.

He locked the bike up, swinging the keys from his shoulders. "But I do." Why were we at his flats? I was not staying here, if that was his plan.

"Take m-me home," I ordered.

He folded his arms, placing his feet apart. "No," he replied.

Okay. It was cold and wet and I was with a guy I barely knew and I had no idea where I was. I think I had a right to be pissed. "Take me home!" I shouted, pushing at his chest. He didn't move an inch.

"Nope," he said again, popping the p.

"Take me-" Something hard hit my shoulder, causing me to wince in pain. "Crap!" Just my luck. It had started hailing.

"I'm not taking you home. And there's no way you're walking there in this, babe." Lucas smiled smugly, as he realised he had me stuck. I put the textbook back over my head, glaring at him.

"Why won't you take me home?" I pleaded.

He took my arm, pulling me over to the sheltered entrance to the block of flats. "Because I don't want to."

My breathing began to escalate as I realised how bad this situation was. "I'm not staying here with you! I barely know you! I'm not going into your flat!" I wouldn't step one foot inside. I didn't know anything about this guy, what he was capable of. He was just a stranger.

My breathing quickened even more, my head beginning to pound as I panicked. Lucas reached into his bag. What if he had a knife? 


My head swirled, my breath beginning to hyperventilate, my heart pounding in my ears.

Then I fell to the floor.

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