My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

2.9

"Actually--"

Fine! I'll cut him off too! "Right! So let's go," I fast walked over to him grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the door behind me, "Bye mom!"

"Bye honey, WEAR A HELMET!" I slammed the door shut. What's she talking about, wear a helmet? We have licenses, we don't ride bikes anymore.

Agastya jumped in front of me when we got to my nasty driveway, "I'm driving you, obviously. The helmet is on the backseat."

He sauntered off to the part of my driveway hidden by my angle.

Then, I saw it. Oh, my gosh. He has a motorcycle? He had to do this on purpose. He never drove a motorcycle to school! He always drove some Cadillac. He did this to make me feel awkward because I'll have to be close to him. But I have to say, it is pretty silver and shiny. . . .

"Um, you know what? I can drive myself. It's okay." I tried to walk towards my car but before I could register anything, he grabbed my elbow firmly.

"Oh, no you don't. You're getting on the bike and you are going to hold on." He dragged me away, going back to his bike sending electric shocks up my arm.