Carli POV
A f*****g motorcycle! I never even thought about wanting a motorcycle, but now that I have one I’m so f*****g psyched. I love the way the wind is shooting past us, running through my hair and the rush I get as Uncle Nathan zips through traffic.
“You doing okay back there?” he calls back to me at a stop light.
“This is f*****g amazing!” I yelled back. My dad’s SUV pulls up beside us, the windows rolling down in the backseat.
“Hey, good looking. My friend here would like your number,” Courtney giggles at me. Parker leans over and smirks, nodding at me suggestively.
“Sorry, I’m taken,” I teased him, lifting my necklace and bringing it to my lips. He smiles lovingly at me as I giggle.
When we get to school, Uncle Nate follows my dad’s SUV and parks by the field. It’s like the
