Chapter 3

“Where are all those fucking cabs when you need them?!” they’ve been standing there for quite some time now and not a single cab had passed.

Bette looked around, the area is somewhat secluded and only few vehicles passes by are all private.

“Give me your phone.” Bette stated, more as a command than request

“What?” he softly asked. But then he saw bette touch her forehead in annoyance he quickly added in shaky voice “I.. I d.don’t have, one.” And bowed his head

“Jesus! Where did you come from?! Everybody has a phone, it’s one of the basic needs! Hell, even beggars have one!” ‘OK, so I’m a bit exaggerating here, but, DAMN this fucking situation I got myself into!’ bette thought

“I.. I broke it last week.. and I.. don’t, have money to replace it.” She heard him explain

“Why, it doesn’t surprise me anymore” she uttered in mocking tone

“Uhmn.. If.. if, you don’t mind, we.. could try my motorbike..” after awhile the young man said and started walking towards his laying motorbike to see if it can still work, and to their surprise it actually started! The lad look at her, and bette just glared at him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she snapped at him “you don’t possibly think that you could get me to ride in that rusty old bike of yours, do you?!”

She looked down at her outfit, then at the bike ‘it doesn’t matched’

To be honest, bette is quite nervous. She can’t remember when the last time she had a ride in a motorbike was or if she even rode one before, and this young man who hit her precious car, as driver didn’t help to ease it at all.

“But.. you don’t really have a choice now” he said hesitantly

Bette took a deep breath and counted one to ten then backwards before she walked over to the young man. Looking straight in his eyes, she ask him

“You sure, you can drive?”

“Yeah.. I guess?..” noticing bette’s already wide eyes now, even wider, he laugh nervously

“Of.. of course I can” he said, trying to hide the abrasions in her left palm

He picked the helmet below his bike and give it to her not making any eye contact “here, just in case.”

“Oh God!” bette said as she hop on the back of the bike

“Why aren’t we moving?” she asked after a while have already passed by and they’re still there.

The young man scratched his head lightly “W..where are we going?”

Bette could feel her head getting bigger and bigger, she was sure it’s gonna burst any minute now ‘to the wonderful land! dora dora dora the explorer’

“Lets just go in my house, those wounds need first aid” she answered grinding her teeth

“But, I don’t know where you live”

“Will you just start this fucking motorbike already?! JESUS!” bette felt him quiver as he started the bike

At first turn, the bike swayed a little causing bette to hold on the young man’s waist even tighter, her brows wrinkled ‘his not just slim but has curves too?’ it took all her might to stop her hands from going up.

She closed her eyes ‘FUCK!’ this lad smell so good. Bette mentally slapped herself his just a kid for heaven’s sake! She prayed hard for them to get home fast

This is gonna be the longest ride of her life

TBC?