Chris had managed to drag me to her car before I realized something.
“Chris, I came to school on my bike, remember?” I frantically told her, making her stop.
“Fine, go get that stupid bike of yours and meet me at our ice-cream shop.” She yelled at me, jumping in her blue and white Mustang before speeding off. I chuckled and walked to my genuine motorcycle.
Jane bought it for me just a few months ago. I loved the sleek red shine of it. I stuck in my earbuds in, smiling as I heard Something's Gotta Give by All Time Low blast in my eardrums. I mounted my bike, feeling adrenaline rush through my veins. I love this feeling.
I started to slow as I reached the shop. It was a quaint little shop, one that Chris’ dad used to take us to all the time. It had the best milkshakes I had ever tasted. Every Friday, he would drive us there and get us a cone and a milkshake. Now it has become our tradition.
“Erin!” I heard Chris yell. I turned around to see her waving at me, well, trying to, but with 2 cones and 2 milkshakes, it was kind of complicated. I laughed at her as I took the cones out of her hands.
“I grabbed just what you like, cookies and cream cone, mint and strawberry shake.” She smiled, handing me my milkshake. I took a sip and almost moaned. They make them so good here. We sat a table together, enjoying the time we get to spend with one another. I rarely ever get to spend time with her, considering she’s always with her “boyfriend”.
Since no one was talking, I drifted into my thoughts. Who was that boy from Monday? I haven’t seen him around the school, but he obviously goes there. I’ve only seen him a few times since Monday, but just flashes. Still confused, I zone back into Chris, who is talking a mile a minute.
“...and Melissa says that Rachel is f**king Jake, but I think there’s no way he would sleep with her, right? Erin, are you even listening to me?” Chris asks, sipping her cookie dough milkshake.
“Sorry sis. What were you saying?” I ask, giving her a genuine smile as she continued talking, me nodding at all the right times and interjecting when necessary.
“I’m boring you, aren’t I? Well, I have to meet up with Chad anyway. Bye big bro!” She squeals, hugging me, then speeding out the door. I sigh, leaving a tip in the jar on the counter before strutting out the door. I call up my best friend, Trevor.
“Wanna hang out?”