Hybrid of the Forbidden

XI. Morning After Nothing

We woke up to Abby bursting through the door, "Morning, please tell me you're decent!"

"GAhh," Robin said as he fell off the bed.

"Sorry, Robin. "Abby said as she set the clothes on the bed while I helped him up.

"I'm fine." He said amused by my worry.

"Gods, Abigail." I groaned.

"Well, I just came to give you this, Robin. They're clothes we just bought, either way, Ken and I are going shopping today after school. "

At a distance, Kenneth moaned, "What!?! Noo!"

"Revenge is best served cold, "I said winking at Abby who just rolled her eyes.

"Thanks," Robin said and took the clothes to the bathroom.

"So. . .can I take your Mustang to shop, my Lambo won't fit all of it." Abby asked.

"Sure, I'll just take my bike or something."

"You have a Lamborghini ?" he asked as he walked out.

"Her birthday gift to me. " Abby squealed.

Robin wore a black pair of shorts and a blue shirt. Similar to the ones he had yesterday. I shuddered remembering last night, the bad part because the rest was fine. I blocked my thoughts, remembering the other mind reader. I walked into the bathroom as they began to talk about car models and Abby began to talk about how Italian sports cars are better. I walked out with jeans and a red shirt with a black cardigan with my black combat boots.

When we went to the garage, my mustang as gone and so was Sara's Mercedes and Vincent's Volvo.

"How rich are you guys?"Robin asked as we passed the Lamborghini.

"Well, Vincent is around 569 years old, and with a small spell, Abby, and.... well I guess I, can see the future in the stock market, so we're very wealthy."

"I'd say - Oh my god!!" He gasped as he saw my glossy Ducati motorcycle.

"You sounded like Abby when I gave her the Lambo. " I giggled.

"Are we going to take it, to school I mean?"

"That or the neon orange Lamborghini Chiron."

"Can I drive?" He asked looking like a kid on Christmas.

"Yes, consider it as an apology for last night. . . " I trailed off.

He chuckled and pushed me against the bike and pecked me.

"I'd take that as a yes, but -" I pulled him down for another kiss.

"Come on, we have school. " he said and pulled a helmet on my head," And as much as you don't need it, I want it on you."

I laughed and slipped one on him. Then gave him a bike jacket as well, "Come on, let's go." he grinned and climbed on the bike after slipping it on. I followed and wrapped my arms around his torso, "You know how to drive it, right? "

"Hey, you only live once,. . . or twice."He said and I swore he smirked.

We accelerated away from the garage and I closed it. Eros and Qira had taken the Volvo, while Ken and Abby my mustang and Vincent the Mercedes to work at the hospital. So everyone wondered where were we, or at least their thoughts said until we came riding a $1,000,000 bike.

"What on their mind, mind reader?" Robin asked as he parked the bike.

"That you're a gold digger and . . . " I stop myself, I didn't want to know more. I raise the walls of my brain in hopes to drown them out.

"Well, I do dig this hybrid girl from the Gold Eye Coven, " he said.

I smiled and got off the bike. He got off and took our helmets off, then he placed them in the compartment under the seat of the glossy black bike.

He tossed me my key and I tossed them back, "Keep it, I have my Mustang. " he smiled but tossed them back.

"It's too much."

I walked over to him and gave them to him, he smirked, "It was not a question, Robin ." I said.

"Let's go." He said as I placed the keys into his palm.

He left to get some things from his locker and I head towards mine. Kenneth, who's locker was two to the right from mine said, "Looks like someone is in a good mood."

Abby, who was in between us smirked, "Isn't she always?"

"Ever since Robin," Qira noted on my other side. Next to her Eros hissed, "What?"

"Teenaged Humans and their perverted minds." He hissed, though there was something more, but then draped an arm around his sister.

"Awww, sibling love." Abby gushed. We all closed our lockers and walked to our first hour, chemistry. Did I ever mention I met Marie Currie? Well, this class seemed repetitive.