Sydney ignored whoever was behind her. She wasn't sure she even wanted to know who it was, although it probably wasn't anyone she knew since she'd only been in town for a few days. She continued to walk but could hear the vehicle moving slowly behind her. Sydney contemplated her options. 1. She could try to duck into one of the remaining open stores along the street, 2. she could continue to walk and ignore whoever was behind her, or 3. she could just turn around and confront the person following her, come what may.

Sydney decided on the latter and wheeled around to face her stalker because she was sure she wouldn't find an open store on this side of town. And, with her luck, if she continued to walk whoever was behind her would get fed up with waiting and just go ahead and kill her or something.

As Sydney turned, she took in the appearance of her stalker. The person was sitting astride a sleek, black Harley wearing a leather jacket and black helmet. She couldn't see their face, but knew the person was male from their build. Sydney opened her mouth to tell the jerk off but was cut off by a deep voice.

"Just calm down before you go into cardiac arrest or something," the voice said while the person pulled off the helmet.

Sydney couldn't believe who was revealed to have been stalking her. There sat Warren looking at her with a partially worried expression, but also a slight sneer. Almost as if he thought the situation might be slightly humorous but was also scared she might start screaming her head off and draw attention to them. She knew he thought he had scared her, and he had, but she certainly wasn't going to let him know that and she wasn't going to lose her cool.

"I'm pretty sure I won't be going into cardiac arrest anytime soon. But you're lucky I didn't hurt you or something. I was just getting ready to turn around and kick whoever was following me's ass," Sydney said, taking a step toward the street. "Why are you following me anyway?"

Warren thought for a moment and then said, "I heard you say you were taking the bus home and when I left work, I noticed you still sitting at the stop. Just so you know, the buses stop running at 11 o'clock."

"Well, thanks so much for letting me know after I left the restaurant. Seriously, you could have told me that the buses weren't going to be running past this area anymore and then I wouldn't have wasted my time waiting for one. I mean I could have starting walking and been partially home by now," Sydney practically screamed.

Warren just looked at Sydney. "How exactly was I supposed to know you rode this bus?" He questioned.

"Well…I…Well…I guess you didn't but still. You didn't have to stalk me on your motorcycle."

Again, Warren just stared at her. But then he started to laugh, actually laugh. As though, she was the craziest person in the world. Sydney, on the other hand, seriously didn't see what was so funny. It had been damn scary to be followed by some shadowy figure. And then she had to decide whether or not to face her fears and stand up to whoever was following her.

"You know…Whatever. You go ahead and find this whole situation hilarious while I try to find a way home," she sneered turning away from Warren and his stupid motorcycle.

Sydney started to walk in the general direction of home, but she didn't really know where she was going because she hadn't paid any attention to where the bus was going after she got on. She was in a part of town she had yet to really tour since moving to Maxville and it was the dead of night. Perfect.

"Wait," Warren chuckled. "I'll take you home."

"Yeah, like I'm really going to trust the jerk that just stalked me down a dark street for a block and a half."

"Suit yourself. I can just let you walk home. Speaking of which…do you know where that is from here?"

"Yes…I think…," Sydney said looking around for any sign that could possibly point her in the right direction.

"Come on. Get on. I could have you home in the time it takes you to decide whether to head east or west."

"Fine. Just don't wreck or anything because as funny as it sounds, I would like to live to see another day."

"Just get on and tell me what street you live on."

"Western."

"Got it and here put this on," he said, handing her the helmet he had been wearing. She put the it on and waited.

Warren took off, driving away from the curb and accelerating at an alarming rate. Sydney was nearly jerked off the back of the bike with the sudden speed and grabbed on to Warren's waist in her panic. She clung to him and buried her face in his leather clad shoulder. The ride was terrifying and Sydney was certain she would never ride on another motorcycle in her life after this. However, just as Sydney was beginning to think the ride would never end, Warren began to slow the bike. As he turned the corner, Warren looked back at her.

"Which house?"

"Uh…the light blue one on the left. The one with the big flag pole in the front yard," Sydney all but shouted to make sure she was heard over the engine and through the helmet.

She saw Warren nod as he slowed down to pull in the drive. When the bike finally came to a stop, Sydney breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the helmet off, hoping it hadn't made her hair too tangled.

"Thanks," Sydney said climbing off the bike and attempting to get her balance.

"Easy there," Warren said, grabbing her arm to steady her as she stumbled.

Sydney shook her head, "I'm fine. Just a little woozy…Never been on a motorcycle before."

"You sure you're okay? You look pretty green."

"Well actually, no I am not sure I'm fine but I'm sure I will be in a minute."

Warren just continued to stare at her, almost as if he knew there was something more wrong than just being dizzy from a motorcycle ride. He looked up at the house and then back at her.

"Is there anyone else here?"

Sydney shrugged, "Uh…no. Just me for a few days. Parents are on a mission out of town. Why?"

"Right," Warren said, completely ignoring her question while standing up and getting off the bike.

"What are you doing? You don't have to be a gentleman or anything and walk me to my door. I'm pretty sure I can find my way home from here," Sydney quipped, attempting to make a joke out of her earlier inability to find her home.

"Look, I don't think you're just ill from the ride over. No one stays unsteady this long afterward."

"How do you know I don't get motion sickness? Plus it's only been like five minutes," Sydney said in a slight panic.

"Do you get motion sick?" Warren asked, raising one dark eyebrow at her.

Sydney looked away and said, "Well no, but that being my first ride and all, I bet I'm just not used to the feeling."

"Okay then. Tell me something."

"What?"

"Did you get sick on the bus on the way to school the first day?"

Sydney thought back to the day. She had been nervous about going to school and had felt slightly sick, but that wasn't from the bus ride.

"No, I guess I didn't," Sydney finally conceded.

"My point exactly. Riding the Sky High bus and my bike feel the same. You should have gotten sick on one when you didn't on the other," Warren explained with a slight look of triumph on his face.

"Okay, so I'm sick. What do you want to do? Play doctor or something?" Sydney asked wishing she had a place to sit down.

"Actually, while I will not be playing doctor, I do plan on taking care of you."

"Seriously?" Sydney asked while Warren nodded. "You have know me for a grand total of two days and you think I'm going to let you in my house to take care of me because you think I'm sick."

Warren didn't seem to be paying any attention to her whatsoever. "Where are your keys?"

"Like I'm really going to tell you. You must be delusional," Sydney said.

Warren again looked at her shook his head and said, "You know, I can just hold you down and find them myself. Now, which would you rather do? Hand them over voluntarily or be held down while I search your pockets to find them?"

Sydney turned to Warren with a look of disbelief, "You wouldn't."

"Believe me. I would," Warren said taking a threatening step forward.

"Fine, here take them," Sydney panicked pulling her keys out of her back pocket and throwing them at him.

Warren smirked walking toward the front door, "Thanks."

Sydney followed behind, trying to remember whether or not she'd left anything thrown on the floor. God, she hoped not. But then again, why should she care? It's not like she invited him in, he just insisted. Hopefully she could convince him that she was fine and he'd leave before too long. While she was thinking this, Sydney felt suddenly light headed and stumbled into Warren's back before falling.