A/N: hey guys I am soooo sorry that I haven't updated sooner. I was writing in class and my civics teacher didn't take too kindly to it and took my notebook away. Needless to say he is not my favorite teacher.
I woke up early the next morning. I could not wait until Jackson would come to pick me up. I rushed into the shower, quickly washing my hair and shaving my legs thoroughly. Not feeling like doing anything special with my hair I pulled it back with a hair band into a ponytail. Just as I walked out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang. I heard Charlie get up to go answer the door. I had forgotten to tell him that Jackson was picking me up in the morning. I hoped Charlie wouldn't say anything too embarrassing before I got downstairs. I grabbed my book bag sprinting down the stairs. I slowed down a little when I heard the boys talking near the staircase. But Jackson was closer to the last step than I expected. My foot caught on nothing, as usual, when I was three steps to safety. I fell right into Jackson's arms, which should have knocked any human over. His arms wrapped securely around my waist to keep me from falling backwards. "Happy to see me?" he laughed not letting go of my waist. "Of course! Why wouldn't I want to see your gorgeous face." I laughed when he looked shocked. "So what were you and my lovely father talking about before I so gracefully entered the room." I giggled. "Fishing." Charlie shrugged. "Aw dad, don't bore him to death." I whined, holding back a smile at my words. Technically only ripping Jackson to shreds and setting them on fire, but my dad didn't know that. I wriggled out of Jackson's hold only to have my hand taken back into his hold before he pulled me out of my house. "What the hell is that?" I asked as we walked up to a monstrous pile of metal. "It's my second love." He smiled largely. "What's your first love?" I asked noticing the word Ducati scrawled in silver across the black body. "You." He whispered. I looked up at him in alarm. Then I smiled widely as what he said sunk in. I flung my arms around his neck attacking his lips with mine. He pulled back smiling "You might want to let your hair down. It would look horrendous if you left it up under the helmet." He smirked. "I'll let it down when we get to school. Don't want helmet hair do I?" I smiled taking a helmet from his hands. He shook his head flinging his leg over the bike so he was straddling it. What I wouldn't give to be that bike. Damn. I bit my lip shyly at the thought. I mirrored his action, but when I sat down I slid as far down as I could. I blushed realizing I had slid straight into Jackson's back. I tried and failed to move back a little. I gave up after a few failed attempts and pressed my legs against his sides and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. He kick started his bike and tore out of the driveway.
