ignore his words, but something in me had a different idea.
I turned around involuntarily and looked him straight in the face. The judgment in his eyes obvious. He had pegged me as something I was not, and while that should have hurt, I was more angry than anything that he thought his opinion mattered to me at all.
“Looks like Lucy was right about you, Henry. You are a fucking creepo.”
And with that I turned around and left him to let those words sink in.
If he was going to treat me like shit, I was more than happy to return the favor.
I walked on in a fast run not really knowing where I was going, until I heard a loud wroom sound in the distance. I looked up at the main road and spotted the source of the noise: a motorcycle. I watched in horror as it came closer and closer until I saw the man riding it. It was Jack! Jack Stark!
I ran toward the road, trying to get as much distance between me and Henry the creeper (really, what was that all about?) and I flagged down Jack. He stopped by the side of the road. Of course, he did not have a helmet on and I told him as much.
“There’s not much danger on these roads,” he said. I looked around and it indeed was pretty deserted, but that didn’t mean that he was safe.
“I think you should wear one anyway. But where were you? I woke up and you were gone.” I sounded like a clingy girlfriend, so I made a mental note not to do that again.
He pointed to the back of the seat where a couple of paper bags were secured. “Groceries. Now that there’s two of us, I thought we needed some things.”
“Oh,” I said, really shocked by his thoughtfulness. “I’ll pay for half, if that’s not too much trouble.”
“Don’t even go there, Sophie. You know I have plenty of money. Plus, it makes me happy to do something for someone else for a change.”
“What does that mean? Am I just some charity case to you?”
There’s nothing I hated more than the idea that somebody felt obliged to “take care of” me. Who exactly did he think he was? My knight in shining armor or something?
My question shocked him because Jack Stark remained quiet for too long. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he finally managed to say.
“Fine,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I overreacted a little bit.”
“You think?” he smiled.
“Yes, yes, I do.”
“Anywho, where were you headed. Need a lift?”
“Oh, I was just walking around. Getting some fresh air. I was going to go back to the house soon anyway.”
“Then just hop on.” He moved bags further back to make room for me. And then he held out the helmet.
I took it reluctantly. I’d never been on a motorcycle before, but I guess there’s always a first time for everything. Before I put it on I waited for him to put the other one on. He groaned and rolled his eyes but put it on anyway.
I got up behind him and held on for dear life. I circled my arms around his leather jacket until I held my hands together over his chest. The loud sound of the engine as it wroomed to life made me gasp in fear, but I was determined to do this. I certainly didn’t want to walk back by myself and risk running into Henry. There was something definitely off about that guy. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. Maybe it was before I met Jack. He awakened something in me. A fire that I never knew I even had. And Josie’s journals only added to that flame, adding gasoline to the fire as it roared into life like the motorcycle I found myself on. And off we went. Just when I thought we were done for, that we were going to our fiery deaths, Jack stopped and we were in front of his house.
It took me an extra minute to get my bearings and finally unlock my arms from Jack. To his credit, he was patient and waited for me to adjust. My legs shook in fear as they finally hit the hard concrete and I vowed to myself that I’d never get on that bike again for as long as I lived.
But soon that promise was broken. Me and Jack were eating
I turned around involuntarily and looked him straight in the face. The judgment in his eyes obvious. He had pegged me as something I was not, and while that should have hurt, I was more angry than anything that he thought his opinion mattered to me at all.
“Looks like Lucy was right about you, Henry. You are a fucking creepo.”
And with that I turned around and left him to let those words sink in.
If he was going to treat me like shit, I was more than happy to return the favor.
I walked on in a fast run not really knowing where I was going, until I heard a loud wroom sound in the distance. I looked up at the main road and spotted the source of the noise: a motorcycle. I watched in horror as it came closer and closer until I saw the man riding it. It was Jack! Jack Stark!
I ran toward the road, trying to get as much distance between me and Henry the creeper (really, what was that all about?) and I flagged down Jack. He stopped by the side of the road. Of course, he did not have a helmet on and I told him as much.
“There’s not much danger on these roads,” he said. I looked around and it indeed was pretty deserted, but that didn’t mean that he was safe.
“I think you should wear one anyway. But where were you? I woke up and you were gone.” I sounded like a clingy girlfriend, so I made a mental note not to do that again.
He pointed to the back of the seat where a couple of paper bags were secured. “Groceries. Now that there’s two of us, I thought we needed some things.”
“Oh,” I said, really shocked by his thoughtfulness. “I’ll pay for half, if that’s not too much trouble.”
“Don’t even go there, Sophie. You know I have plenty of money. Plus, it makes me happy to do something for someone else for a change.”
“What does that mean? Am I just some charity case to you?”
There’s nothing I hated more than the idea that somebody felt obliged to “take care of” me. Who exactly did he think he was? My knight in shining armor or something?
My question shocked him because Jack Stark remained quiet for too long. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he finally managed to say.
“Fine,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I overreacted a little bit.”
“You think?” he smiled.
“Yes, yes, I do.”
“Anywho, where were you headed. Need a lift?”
“Oh, I was just walking around. Getting some fresh air. I was going to go back to the house soon anyway.”
“Then just hop on.” He moved bags further back to make room for me. And then he held out the helmet.
I took it reluctantly. I’d never been on a motorcycle before, but I guess there’s always a first time for everything. Before I put it on I waited for him to put the other one on. He groaned and rolled his eyes but put it on anyway.
I got up behind him and held on for dear life. I circled my arms around his leather jacket until I held my hands together over his chest. The loud sound of the engine as it wroomed to life made me gasp in fear, but I was determined to do this. I certainly didn’t want to walk back by myself and risk running into Henry. There was something definitely off about that guy. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. Maybe it was before I met Jack. He awakened something in me. A fire that I never knew I even had. And Josie’s journals only added to that flame, adding gasoline to the fire as it roared into life like the motorcycle I found myself on. And off we went. Just when I thought we were done for, that we were going to our fiery deaths, Jack stopped and we were in front of his house.
It took me an extra minute to get my bearings and finally unlock my arms from Jack. To his credit, he was patient and waited for me to adjust. My legs shook in fear as they finally hit the hard concrete and I vowed to myself that I’d never get on that bike again for as long as I lived.
But soon that promise was broken. Me and Jack were eating
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