Maya POV.
"Maya, what are you doing at the window? Come over and help me," Mona called from the kitchen.
I took a deep breath to clear my mind and went over to join her.
"Tyler has been asking me for your number," Mona said as she broke two eggs into her bowl.
"Tyler?" I asked, trying to remember the name.
"You know, Tyler. The biker with the purple fire hair and piercings?"
"Oh, Tyler," I sounded out, recalling him.
He and his bunch of friends were always hollering at Mona and me whenever we were coming from school.
"What does he want with me?" I inquired.
"I don't know, he says he likes you and wants you to take a spin on his bike," she informed me.
"Lol," I raised my eyes to the roof.
Why would I endanger my life on a bike? Does he know how many young Americans die from bike
