Motorcycle Babe

Confessing Everything

Gabriella

Oh my f*****g God.

What the actual f**k just happened?

I’m not gay. I swear.

So why did her lips taste so damn good?

Why were they so soft?

This isn’t right—I’m not supposed to want her. I don’t want her. And yet my body keeps replaying it like it missed something important. Like it’s waiting for a continuation it didn’t get.

I was still sitting there when she left.

Just… frozen.

Then the bell rang.

Shit. Another class.

And yeah—my body was absolutely not over what just happened.

What am I supposed to do now? Hide in the bathroom until the feeling goes away? Pretend I didn’t almost lose my mind under the bleachers with Raven Rider? Tempting. But I can’t miss class. I have a 4.0 to protect if I want to get the hell out of this town and into a university far away from everyone who knows my last name.

Damn you, Raven.

Why did you have to be the human embodiment of temptation?

I tried to shake it off, but her lips still tasted familiar. Not new. Not shocking. Just… known. Like my mouth remembered something my brain didn’t.

I didn’t see her again. Didn’t hear her bike. Didn’t catch her smirk in the hallway.

Still, my chest felt tight all day. Annoyingly aware. Like something unfinished was sitting right beneath my ribs.

The final bell rang. Practice time.

In the locker room, I spotted Tyler laughing with the cheer co-captain. I rolled my eyes. He moved on fast.

Good.

I didn’t care.

“Hey, girl.”

I turned and smiled, wrapping my arms around Kyle—my best friend since forever. People used to swear we’d end up together. Which was hilarious, considering Kyle came out in middle school and immediately started critiquing my taste in men like it was his personal responsibility.

Kyle grinned. “So. Care to explain why the hallway rumor is that Raven Rider nearly got expelled for you?”

I blinked. “That was fast.”

“Please,” he said. “This school runs on gossip and trauma.”

He leaned closer. “Also—one minute you’re Tyler’s girlfriend, the next you’re the damsel in distress of the resident lesbian menace.”

I smacked his arm. “Shut up.”

“Oh, I will not,” he said. “Did you drop d**k for p***y?”

“Absolutely not.”

He squinted. “That wasn’t convincing.”

“I can’t talk about it here,” I muttered.

Kyle’s eyes lit up. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a rarely used dressing room, slamming the door shut like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Alright. Spill.”

I sighed and told him everything.

Every second.

By the time I finished, Kyle looked like he’d just watched the world’s messiest rom-com trailer.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You almost slept with Raven Rider.”

“No!” I hissed. “We almost did—but she stopped it.”

Kyle froze. “She stopped it?”

“Yes.”

“That,” he said slowly, “is not on my bingo card.”

“I know.”

He studied my face. “So… who’s the better kisser?”

Obviously her.

“I don’t know,” I said, leaning against the wall.

Kyle laughed. “Girl. You didn’t even hesitate before lying.”

I groaned. “Fine. It was her. But that’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

“She didn’t feel new,” I admitted quietly. “It didn’t feel like crossing a line. It felt like… remembering something I don’t remember.”

Kyle didn’t joke this time.

I slid down to the floor. “You don’t get it. If my family found out I was even this close to Raven—my life would be over. Disownment. Conversion therapy. The whole nightmare.”

Kyle sat beside me. “Okay. First—breathe. Second—you don’t owe anyone an explanation right now.”

I rested my head on his shoulder. “Ignoring her feels impossible.”

He sighed. “Yeah. That’s because attraction doesn’t ask permission.”

“I don’t like her,” I said quickly.

Kyle snorted. “You don’t have to. Your body already does.”

Before I could argue, someone yelled, “Practice starts in five minutes!”

We scrambled up.

As I grabbed my gear, I felt a playful smack on my ass.

I turned. Kyle was smiling at his phone like he hadn’t just risked his life.

“Asshole.”

He laughed. “Run, heterosexual.”

I flipped him off as I jogged onto the field, still smiling.

Then I saw Tyler watching me—sad, distant.

He’s not going to apologize.

He’s not going to fix anything.

And for the first time, I realized I didn’t want him to.

All I want is to get out of this town.

And maybe—

just maybe—

figure out why Raven Rider feels like a question my body already knows the answer to.