The wind whipped wildly through Veronica's long hair. Her eyes watered from the sting of the air they rushed through. She tightened her arms around Weevil's solid build and breathed in the leather and other scents of Weevil's jacket. Her car had broken down on the side of the road and Weevil had offered her a ride on his Big Ol' Hog. Veronica wasn't one to be rebellious; she wasn't the kind to go roaring down the road on a noisy motorbike with a guy she hardly knew. But the pull of the shiny metal was too much to resist. So here she was, her body pushed hard against the leader of the PCHer's, breathing his scent. She'd met Weevil before- he was kind and good-looking in a rough, troubled kind of way. She felt surprisingly at peace as she and Weevil sped towards their destination. She could see how people got into this. It would be great to just be free on a bike, going where ever.
Pulling out the front of the Kane mansion Veronica slid from the bike and smiled at Weevil. She slid his jacket down her arms and handed it back to him. She noticed the milk of her skin against the chocolate of Weevils. Lilly ran down the stairs with a squeal. Veronica glanced again at the contrast of Weevils olive skin against her own pale one and remembered that they weren't just from different backgrounds, they were from different worlds. Sadly, Veronica surrendered the comfort of the leather vest to its owner. He nodded at her before roaring off again, leaving Veronica staring at the receding man and his bike. Lilly watched the leather clad biker drive off; she grimaced disapprovingly and grabbed Veronica's hand. Following Lilly into the mansion Veronica felt a bit disappointed, yet she didn't know why. This may be the kind of life that was best, but it was also a life that she occasionally doubted she wanted. Now was one of those occasions. Sure, money and social positioning were important, but so was happiness. The sacrifices to get as far as Veronica had into the elite world were great. She'd given up soccer for pep squad, traded her tomboy clothes for pink, changed things she wished she hadn't. Fitting in with the 09ers meant throwing away possible friends that weren't part of the rich crew, possible friends like Weevil. And that was why she hated it so much. She could deal with the pink, the pep squad, even the stuck-up girls like Shelley, but she hated the division, and she hated being banned from seeing people who, in a different world, she knew would be great friends.