So, what happens next?

Alex likes Lin…

We'll see how this progresses.

Chapter 2

Have you noticed that the second chapter always has something to do with motorcycles?

Anyways, this chapter's name is:

Monochrome

On the way to school, I rode with Tiffany. She was always on her Blackberry, or had a lap top perched on top of her knees. Most of the time, we rode in silence, because she was so busy. I knew that she hated having to do such a mundane thing like dropping a kid off at school, when she could be doing important company work

But today was different.

"I have tickets for you and your mother for the race at Belmont Park on Saturday." She said, her fingers tapping on her key board. She wasn't even looking at me.

"Can I bring a friend?" I asked. I wanted to bring Lin. She was so pretty, and interesting, and unique, in a good way.

"Name please?" Tiffany stared at her lap top screen; forehead puckered in concentration, or was it impatience?

"Melinda di Angelo." This was potentially embarrassing.

"A girl? Hm…" Tiffany seemed only the slightest bit interested. "Your father will be glad to hear that. It's about time you got a girlfriend."

I blushed. "She's not my girlfriend!"

"Sure, sure." Tiffanny nodded her head, typing furiously away.

I got out of the car.

I looked for Lin, but I couldn't find her. I knew that Cassile probably knew her whereabouts, so I started combing the hallways.

And I saw her.

She had her hair bleached white, and wasn't wearing as much make up. I walked up to her.

"Cassile! Do you know where Lin is?"

"Who are you?" She looked confused. She looked me over. "And my name isn't Cassile."

"I'm Alex. And if you're not Cassile, then who are you?" This was weird. Mix ups were always weird.

"Alex…My name is Sandra." She tossed her head. "And Cassile is my sister. I don't know why you're hanging out with her when it would be better for everyone if you hung out with us. Like minds gravitate."

"I'm sorry, Sandra, but uh…I have to go, if you can't tell me where Cassile is." I walked away, thoughts whirling.

After a while, I found Cassile in the reference section of the library, poring over books of myths and legends. I noticed that she held a thick volume of Greek mythology.

"Casey, have you seen Lin?" I asked. "I wanted to ask her a question."

"No doubt." Cassile didn't even look up. Her finger traveled over the dense lines of print, lips moving soundlessly. "I think she's at the back of the school. Dunno why, but there's something weird about that girl."

"Thanks, Casey. I met your sister Sandra today. You never told me you had one."

Cassile looked up, surprised. "Cassandra is and idiot."

"Sure, uh, okay," I said. I started to move away, and Cassile went back to her dusty books.

I walked down the hallways, thinking. Cassile had called Lin "weird". Yet Cassile was the one with the dyed hair and black lipstick.

I walked to the back of the school, the place where people sneaked smokes and drinks before, between, and after classes. I didn't know what Lin was doing there, but I hoped it wasn't anything bad.

I saw Lin behind a Dumpster, her chain belt in her hands. Her eyes narrowed. "Alexei. What are you doing here?"

"I would ask the same of you." I shrugged. "Since we're both here, I have some tickets for the Belmont Stakes on Saturday. I was hoping you could come with me."

Lin looked suspicious. "A date? With you? No way."

"Come on, now strings attached. It's a gift from a friend to a friend." I said, putting a smile on my face that I hoped didn't look fake.

Lin shuffled her feet, looking awkward. I noticed that she wore black Converse high tops with the strings removed and replaced with thin chains. Lin seemed to wear a lot of chains, as well as the color black. She wore chains around her wrists, strung around her waist as a belt, wrapped around her ankles. She even wore a silver chain as a head band.

"Fine." She leaned against a Dumpster nonchalantly.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" I was going to be a polite gentleman.

"I can drive." Lin seemed scornful, a scowl twisting her lips.

"But I have the tickets. Why don't you drive to my place, and we can go together?" I wanted to get to know Lin – other than the vague things that I already knew.

"Whatever. Where do you live?"

"Uh…" I tried to remember. I thought back on car trips, realizing that I never noticed where I went. Except….I remembered the fancy apartments and street signs. "I live on Park Avenue."

Lin's eyes narrowed to slits. "I'll be there. Saturday, right?"

I nodded, and Lin stalked away, her chain belt flashing in the sun. I sighed. That was over with, and it wasn't too awkward.

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The race was tomorrow. I went to sleep, thinking of Lin.

When I woke up, I put on a dress shirt and jeans, trying to look casual, yet not be too casual. I decided not to get Lin and presents, because she'd probably just throw it away.

I rode the elevator to the lobby of the apartment building, intending to wait for Lin. I sank into the one of the soft leather seats. A cascading fountain nearby burbled merrily. It lulled me to sleep.

It was Lin's sharp tap on the shoulder that woke me. "I'm here. Are you going to drive? Can you even drive?"

"Yes, I can drive. I have a license." I wasn't going to be nasty today, not to Lin.

"Hurry up, then." Lin tapped her foot. "I have better things to do."

I got out of the seat, yawning. "My ride's in the garage."

There was a parking complex nearby, and Lin and I walked to it. New York is too crowded, so there aren't many regular parking lots; everything is built stacked - to save room and look ugly.

There were dim yellow lights in the garage, but I could find my way around. Lin followed me. We passed rows of fancy cars, which belonged to my neighbors. We stopped at my apartment's designated space.

"Whoa…" Lin trailed off, staring at my ride. It was a black and silver Harley Davidson. I didn't tell her that it was my mother's.

"I think there's an extra helmet, somewhere…" I said, rummaging around in a storage box. "Here it is!"

Lin and I pulled on black helmets. I fumbled in my pocket for keys. "Lin, do you know how to ride?"

"Duh." Lin wanted to drive, so I let her. I sat behind, trying to look cool and composed, not the awkward sixteen year old who was thinking the most inappropriate thoughts.

The motor roared, and Lin yelled with delight. I held on to Lin as the bike shot out of its parking space, my arms around her waist. I hoped that this wouldn't be too weird.

Author's Note: I am a bit lazy with this chapter…It could have been longer.

Anyways, Alex and Lin are going to the race. You realize that Alex's mom, Mrs. Prentiss was going too?

You've probably realized by now that Mrs. Ptrentiss is Minerva Harmand. And what will she do when she meets Lin di Angelo, Nico's kid?

I'm not updating every day, because I don't have time. I wish I did, but school sucks. Easter is fast approaching, and I already have the race scene planned out.

This story comes to me like a movie, and its sucks, because I have to put it in words, like a screen play or script or something.

Anyways, thanks for the readers who finished my other story and started reading this, and reviewing. That's Jelly and Monster, my only two non anonymous, literate reviewers. Thank you.