Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 17

"For. What?" I tried to imitate him.

He rolled his eyes, making that half smile only boys can do. He seemed amused by my ignorance. He lifted the seat of his bike and took something out. A huge black helmet. "Put this on." He ordered.

"Why? We didn't need it the last time." I took the helmet out of his hands, carefully examining it. The hole for the head seemed so small, how the heck am I gonna put my head in here? How the hell did he put his head in here?

"I forgot that time, I was…"

Angry? Obnoxious? Distracted?

He frowned with that uncomfortable feelings, but surprisingly he soon snapped out of it. "What? Did you expect something different?" Lucas saw me examining the helmet. He puffed into the lock of his chocolaty hair.

"Um," I quickly picked my brain for a clever remark "maybe some lightning bolts on the side." What?

He laughed, showing his dimple in the left corner of his lips. "Oh lil' kitty, you crack me up." He said, still laughing. "Here." He took the helmet out of my hands and put it on my head. I had no idea how my head is going to fit through that small hole, but Lucas expanded it, like mothers expand sweatshirts before they pull it over their child's head. It was surprisingly - not that heavy. He took another helmet from beneath the seat and put it on his head. "You okay?" He lifted my visor.

"Yeah." I mumbled. The helmet was cozy. And warm. And smelled like him.

"Hop on." He tapped on the seat.

I lodged myself behind him. He took my hands and wrapped them around his waist. His jacket felt so soft and smooth, but when I tightened my grip I could feel the hardness of his body. He started the bike, driving towards the main road, the bike roaring into the-soon-to-be-night.

I realized that slow and safe driving skills weren't Lucas's style at all. Last time he was probably so careful because we forgot our helmets, but now...We were passing all those cars so fast, leaning left and right, catching the yellow light just by a thread. I moved closer towards him, holding my body against his, clenching with my hands around his waist. I could swear I felt him grinning.

I had no idea where he was taking me. I started breathing faster, even though I was almost completely out of breath, danger made me close my eyes, but the sweet adrenalin running through my veins made me look again. Look at all the lights that we were passing by. All the colours smeared into one, perfect rainbow of motley light.

"Here is where concerts happen, well more like gigs. Unknown bands play for all the people who want to listen. And it just so happens that today a friend of mine invited me to his gig." He smirked, putting his keys away.

"What kind of music do they play?" I asked, suspiciously. I've heard metal and punk and I've got to say…I don't like it. Screaming just isn't music to me.

"I don't know, rock, punk-rock or something." He shrugged his shoulders. He started walking and then turned around when he noticed I wasn't moving. "Oh c'mon, don't tell me you're scared?" He scoffed.

"I…" I didn't even finish the sentence when he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the crowd.

"Don't judge the book by it's cover, right?" He tried to reassure me.

We moved towards a bar and Lucas wanted to order us drinks. "What do you want lil' kitty?"