Page 555 of Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

Rebel Rider: Tell me about it. Whatever. I’m still going to the street race.

Full Throttle: What about your parents?

Rebel Rider: I told them I was studying with my friend Erica. She’s picking me up tonight.

Full Throttle: You’re becoming quite the little liar.

I laughed.

Rebel Rider: I’m a bad girl now, didn’t you know? What are you doing tonight?

Full Throttle: Might take my bike for a ride.

Rebel Rider: Ugh! I’m so jealous.

Full Throttle: You want to ride on the back of my bike, Rebel Rider?

I bit my lower lip. We’d become closer in the last month. He was my biggest confidant. I had told him more about my life than I ever had before. It was easy to confide in him. He was always there for me, and I didn’t have that with anyone.

Rebel Rider: Do you want me on the back of your bike?

Full Throttle: I asked first.

I rolled my eyes.

Rebel Rider: Maybe…

Full Throttle: Just maybe?

Rebel Rider: Your turn to answer.

Full Throttle: I’d love for you to spread your legs for me.

My eyes widened.

Full Throttle: On the back of my bike, of course.

Before I chickened out, I typed back.

Rebel Rider: Just on the back of your bike?

Full Throttle: Don’t ask questions you aren’t ready to hear the answer to.

Rebel Rider: What if I am?

Full Throttle: You’re not.

Rebel Rider: How do you know?

Full Throttle: I know a lot of things about you, Belle Montgomery.

I jerked back, almost falling out of my chair.

Rebel Rider: How do you know my name? I never told you that.

Full Throttle: You didn’t have to.

Rebel Rider: What’s that supposed to mean?

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