TESSA
Kyle tilted his head slightly, arching a brow, as if he got the best shock of his life.
“A sportbike? For who?”
I cleared my throat. “For me, obviously.”
His lips slightly parted, a scheming smile hesitating to fully stretch on his lips. He looked at the bike again, the red second-hand beast, and his gaze back at me.
"Don't tell me you’re trying to compete with me. You’d lose before you even start the engine."
“W-What?” My forehead crumpled. “I have no intention of competing with you, Kyle Maxwell. Get out of your delulu.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “That’s better. For a second I thought you wanted to lose face. Bikes aren't everyone's thing.”
My blood boiled. “Even if I were competing, I wouldn't lose face. Remember how I beat you in the chemistry test? And… Chemistry was y
