Chapter 12- I mess with people
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"Oh my God that was crazy!" Tyler mumbled parking his motorbike.
"No you are crazy, what was I thinking when I decided to go ahead with this dumb dare?" I asked.
"You were thinking he is insanely attractive so he can't be wrong." He cockily replied.
I rolled my eyes.
We had illegally entered a park after it's closing hours, let me rephrase that we had sneaked into a park because I was dared by Tyler to do something illegal, well sneaking in was very simple because the officers on patrol were asleep, we were already out until Tyler had thought it was a good idea to get chased by the security men, yelling at them and the good news is that.... The kid was right Tyler's bike do fly and the bad news is that we were almost caught by some police men after losing the security men because we were driving past the speed limit of the area, they chased us and we tricked them into following us to a ditch hence landing themselves there....and well that's the story of my life.
So we were currently celebrating that we aren't in a tiny cubicle called police custody right now.
"I still feel sorry for those policemen, we didn't have to trick them into that ditch.
"That would have ended in two ways we would spend the night in jail or they would call your dad and mine and though I might derive pleasure hearing how shocked the old man would be, I don't want him in my business."
"But I warned you, you were over speeding."
"Sorry I couldn't hear you, because of the horrible music you choose to play on my bike. That music was so suckish that my ears hurt." He replied.
I opened my mouth offended.
"Are you for real Justin Beiber is the real deal!"
"Yeah... Just hoping that the day you meet him I would be absent, I can't stand another girl going all fan girl on him." He mumbled.
I chuckled.
"Another girl? Who was the first?" I asked.
"Britney my cousin." He replied sighing.
"Well you are in luck, because I have met him countless of times, am not the starstruck fan girl Cherry is...she actually has a kid with him in her dreams." I said whispering the last part secretly.
He laughed.
I nodded.
He laughed even more.
"Tell her I told you and you are gone you understand?" I threatened.
He wanted to laugh but seeing the serious expression on my face he changed his mind and nodded instead.
I Sighed.
"We didn't hurt the policemen did we?" I asked still worried.
He looked at me I think scared.
"Maybe a little bit...what? Why the look?" He asked.
"Cause those policemen have families, children like us, God what were we thinking?" I asked nervously scratching my hair.
"Firstly None of those policemen can be able to create anything like me, have you seen me recently?" He asked cockily.
I rolled my eyes.
"Secondly chill Li I was just messing around with you, that ditch isn't that deep and those guys are trained officers besides I mess with people I don't hurt them." He replied.
"Sometimes messing with people hurts." I whispered.
"Mine doesn't. I promise," he whispered back.
I shivered....wearing a floral cotton dress was not actually a good idea of clothing to wear if you planned staying outside with a psycho at 1am..... In my defence I had no idea we would even be here. We were in his house playing truth or dare and somebody thought it would be a really great idea to dare me to go out that night.
He removed his jacket and just threw it at me.
I glared at him.
"Don't do me any favour." I replied.
"Am not....I hate you remember?" He asked.
I chuckled.
"Yeah." I replied wearing the jacket.
I inhaled the peculiar manly scent of him.
"Are you inhaling my jacket?" He asked confused.
I looked at him in shock, not believing he had actually caught me, that would just be totally humiliating.
"You are seeing things Ty am not Leslie." I lied.
He looked at me.
"I would have sworn..."
"Can you please just try and drive us back safely." I interrupted.
He shook his head.
"Okay then make sure you hold me tight cause we would be breaking every traffic rule tonight." He said.
"I love the sound of that." I replied.
He laughed then climbed his bike, I mounted too.
"This is so much F..U..N." I shouted as he sped away.
The wind was crazy, my hair was all over my face but I cared less.
He chuckled.
"This is badass." He commented.
"Am living the life Bro!" I shouted.
He laughed, I joined him.
He suddenly stopped.
"Why did you stop?" I whined.
"We are here." He commented.
"So fast?" I asked pouting.
"I know right, time just goes fast when we are together." He replied.
"I don't want to go." I replied.
"You can leave with me." He offered.
"Would have loved to....But Ma Judy would be worried." I replied.
He smiled.
"I understand."
I nodded then alighted.
"Bye Tyler."
"Never say bye." He warned.
"What's the deal with you everyone says bye." I mumbled confused.
"Bye makes me scared." He admitted.
I nodded understanding.
"See you tomorrow at school." He replied.
I grinned then waved at him.
He waved back, reversed and sped away.
"I would never say bye if I can help it Ty." I mumbled to myself then entered inside.
Someone was sitting on the front porch.
I on my phone light.
"Jay?" I asked confused.
He was dressed in a Blue tux and was holding a bouquet of flower.... Seems like he wanted to take me out.
He stood up looking at me accusingly.
"Who dropped you home right now?" He asked.
He seemed really angry.
"Mmmm...I..."
"Never mind, it was Tyler wasn't it?" He asked.
"No." I denied.
He scoffed.
"I heard the sound of his bike." He replied.
"So? Tyler isn't the only one who owns a bike in the city." I argued.
"I know the sound of a 2021 mega Ferson power bike when I hear one, and not everyone in the city owns that." He replied.
"So? That proves nothing." I mumbled hating that he was so intelligent.
Like who could tell a make of a vehicle by its sound.
He flashed his torch on me narrowing his eyes.
"What!"
"Who owns the jacket you are wearing?" He asked.
"Its mine."
He rolled his eyes.
"That's a lie, that is Tyler's."
"Why..."
"That is a customized Italian leather piece with his initials on it and you want to dare deny its his?" He asked shocked.
I rolled my eyes inwardly, of course a customized leather jacket sounds like a "Tylish" thing to do.
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