Biker Class by Ella Laroche
Authors: Ella Laroche
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Coming of Age, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, New Adult & College, Teen & Young Adult
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only been going here for
a week!"
"It'll be all right," Rachel patted her friend's back,
escorting her to the cafeteria. "You can just go talk to Mr. Sander after
school and get your work."
"What will my mom say? She'll ask why I have all of this work,
and she'll check online and see that I have a tardy! No, an absence !
What do I tell her? What happened?"
"No! Gosh, Melanie, calm down! You act like every little thing is
going to make the earth stop turning!" she exclaimed, pulling Melanie to a
stop and shaking her shoulders. "Calm down, all right? You'll get through
this."
How did Rachel expect her to 'get through this'? She was now being
watched (practically stalked) by one of the school's most dangerous bad boys,
she had missed an entire class period of work, and now she was expected to
just… get through it ? What does she do? Why did he have to just zone in
on her? Did he see her innocence, her cleanliness , and now he wanted to
ruin that? She was the new girl, and he had to have claim to the one girl he
hadn't encountered?
"Why me?" Melanie asked softly, biting her lip.
Rachel had an answer, but she looked hesitant. Finally, she replied.
"He wants what he doesn't have. Or can't have."
"Can't have?" she questioned.
"Can't have," Rachel clarified with a nod. "You're
innocent, Melanie. You're new. You're attractive. You're clean and obviously
untouched by any other guy. He sees you as the total opposite of him ; unobtainable. That's why he's so attracted. He wants to be
able to say, 'look at what I did! I fooled around with Melanie Hart!'. It
almost gives him an all new level of… ' badness' ."
Melanie was drowned by a wave of fear once more. "F-fooled around
with?"
"He has more on his mind than just taking you out," Rachel
spared a hesitant glance toward her best friend.
"Oh my God," Melanie whispered, running a hand through her
hair.
"Probably just to impress his friends," she rolled her eyes.
"He'd gain an all new level of 'respect' or 'ranking' or something."
She rolled her eyes once again. "I know he's fooled around with girls…
it's pretty obvious… but I don't know if he's ever… well, you know…" She
was speaking quietly now as they entered the cafeteria early.
"He's ever what?" Melanie already knew the answer, but she
didn't want to say it.
Rachel stared at Melanie as if she was asking 'you sure want me to say
it?'.
With regret, she finished. "Ever… taken a girl's virginity."
Chapter Six: Beauty Isn't Bliss
Melanie laid on the rough wooden floor of her
'tree house' for the umpteenth time in the past few days. She liked to think
while in this place. Staring at the grey clouds, blue sky, cotton balls
surrounded with blue, or the stars themselves helped to clear her mind. Or
cloud it even more, no pun intended. It really just depended. The Wisconsinite
did have a lot to think about, after all. She pitied herself, really.
From: Rachel
Call back: 555-8900
Hey. How are you? U know … with stuff?
There wasn't a need for an explanation to her vague question. She knew
what her friend meant. And to be honest, she felt ready to talk about it. Melanie
was through running away from this. She was still more frightened than she
could put into words, but she was through with the whimpering-in-the-corner. Melanie
needed to vent.
To: Rachel
Call: 555-4414
Okay I guess. Thinking.
She locked her phone's screen, waiting for a reply. Melanie watched as
what appeared to be an extremely distant satellite slowly blinked and crossed
her line of sight. Lucky satellite. No worries. No life. Ugh.
To: Melanie
Call back: 555-8900
O. U in your tree house?
She smiled. Was she that obvious?
To: Rachel
Call: 555-4414
How'd you know?
She couldn't explain it, but smiley faces made her feel better. Sure,
it was childish, but since when did she care about that? She watched as an owl
flew across her line of sight, startling her for a moment. She hadn't been
expecting to see a large black mass come out of nowhere
a week!"
"It'll be all right," Rachel patted her friend's back,
escorting her to the cafeteria. "You can just go talk to Mr. Sander after
school and get your work."
"What will my mom say? She'll ask why I have all of this work,
and she'll check online and see that I have a tardy! No, an absence !
What do I tell her? What happened?"
"No! Gosh, Melanie, calm down! You act like every little thing is
going to make the earth stop turning!" she exclaimed, pulling Melanie to a
stop and shaking her shoulders. "Calm down, all right? You'll get through
this."
How did Rachel expect her to 'get through this'? She was now being
watched (practically stalked) by one of the school's most dangerous bad boys,
she had missed an entire class period of work, and now she was expected to
just… get through it ? What does she do? Why did he have to just zone in
on her? Did he see her innocence, her cleanliness , and now he wanted to
ruin that? She was the new girl, and he had to have claim to the one girl he
hadn't encountered?
"Why me?" Melanie asked softly, biting her lip.
Rachel had an answer, but she looked hesitant. Finally, she replied.
"He wants what he doesn't have. Or can't have."
"Can't have?" she questioned.
"Can't have," Rachel clarified with a nod. "You're
innocent, Melanie. You're new. You're attractive. You're clean and obviously
untouched by any other guy. He sees you as the total opposite of him ; unobtainable. That's why he's so attracted. He wants to be
able to say, 'look at what I did! I fooled around with Melanie Hart!'. It
almost gives him an all new level of… ' badness' ."
Melanie was drowned by a wave of fear once more. "F-fooled around
with?"
"He has more on his mind than just taking you out," Rachel
spared a hesitant glance toward her best friend.
"Oh my God," Melanie whispered, running a hand through her
hair.
"Probably just to impress his friends," she rolled her eyes.
"He'd gain an all new level of 'respect' or 'ranking' or something."
She rolled her eyes once again. "I know he's fooled around with girls…
it's pretty obvious… but I don't know if he's ever… well, you know…" She
was speaking quietly now as they entered the cafeteria early.
"He's ever what?" Melanie already knew the answer, but she
didn't want to say it.
Rachel stared at Melanie as if she was asking 'you sure want me to say
it?'.
With regret, she finished. "Ever… taken a girl's virginity."
Chapter Six: Beauty Isn't Bliss
Melanie laid on the rough wooden floor of her
'tree house' for the umpteenth time in the past few days. She liked to think
while in this place. Staring at the grey clouds, blue sky, cotton balls
surrounded with blue, or the stars themselves helped to clear her mind. Or
cloud it even more, no pun intended. It really just depended. The Wisconsinite
did have a lot to think about, after all. She pitied herself, really.
From: Rachel
Call back: 555-8900
Hey. How are you? U know … with stuff?
There wasn't a need for an explanation to her vague question. She knew
what her friend meant. And to be honest, she felt ready to talk about it. Melanie
was through running away from this. She was still more frightened than she
could put into words, but she was through with the whimpering-in-the-corner. Melanie
needed to vent.
To: Rachel
Call: 555-4414
Okay I guess. Thinking.
She locked her phone's screen, waiting for a reply. Melanie watched as
what appeared to be an extremely distant satellite slowly blinked and crossed
her line of sight. Lucky satellite. No worries. No life. Ugh.
To: Melanie
Call back: 555-8900
O. U in your tree house?
She smiled. Was she that obvious?
To: Rachel
Call: 555-4414
How'd you know?
She couldn't explain it, but smiley faces made her feel better. Sure,
it was childish, but since when did she care about that? She watched as an owl
flew across her line of sight, startling her for a moment. She hadn't been
expecting to see a large black mass come out of nowhere
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