"P.E. You?"

"P.E," Jasmine says with distaste.

"You don't like P.E?"

"I do. It's just the socializing part I hate." Jasmine shrugs.

Taylor nods, smiling as they walk side by side, "Why does it bother you?"

Jasmine groaned, "Eh, I don't know. I just don't like talking to people and I hate the eye contact thing." Jasmine sighed at the confused look on Taylor's face, "You ever had an awkward conversation, like about the weather? That's what it's like except along with the awkwardness is anxiety."

"That sounds horrible." Taylor chuckled.

"It is..." Jasmine smiled stopping as they walked up to the gym doors, before Taylor could ask if she was okay she had walked into the gym and was holding the door open for Taylor. "After you," Jasmine smiled slightly bowing. Taylor smiled walking past the taller girl awkwardly before turning around and giving her a smile, "Thank you." 

Jasmine just shrugged with a small smile before walking off towards the girl's locker room leaving Taylor to drown in her daydream. "Uh, Tay you okay?" a voice came up from behind her scaring her out of her daydream.

"Mick! Haha, you scared me." Taylor sighed.

"Heh, sorry about that. Uh, so who's the girl?" Mick asked pointing towards the girl's locker room.

"Oh, uh you mean the girl I came in with?" Mick nodded, "Oh that's just Jasmine. She's a friend."

"I've never seen her around you before." Mick frowned.

"Well...she's actually not an official friend but I hope she will be." 

"Mm, just be careful," Mick mumbled before walking off.

I groaned as I held back a deep growl. My day had been...better than most but even a pretty girl couldn't help with my testy attitude, it was nothing anyone did it was just that time of the month you know. And now because something so small and unimportant as an insult, that at any other time of the month wouldn't faze me, ruined my day. Eh, maybe my ride home will help. As I start looking for my keys I notice Taylor with her head in her phone. I can't help walking over to her to make sure she's okay. "Hey, do you have a ride home?"

She stares up at me for a while almost like she was mulling something over, "Uh, not anymore..."

"Any more?" I ask.

"My brother now has detention and my sister is busy with a tongue down her throat..." Taylor sighs looking back down at her phone.

"What about your parents?"

She chuckles, "Yeah they couldn't even if they wanted to. my mom's a doctor and my dad's out of town."

"Mmm, well what about me? Can I take you home?" I ask trying not to think too hard about what I had just said, now was not the time for regret.

"Uh...sure if you want." She says with a smile.

"I hope you don't mind riding a motorcycle...sorry I should have mentioned what I drove.." I say scratching my neck trying not to fall apart.

"I don't mind," Taylor smiles as she outstretches her hand. I smile gently taking her hand. We walk halfway across the parking lot before we she sees my motorcycle and takes the lead almost dragging me the rest of the way. I smile awkwardly stopping her before she climbs onto the bike, "Hold on," she watches me curiously as I open the left pannier of my bike and pull out a spare helmet, "Sorry, the seatbelt rule still applies to a motorcycle. For this bike to move you must have your helmet on," I say in a motherly voice. She laughs taking the helmet and gingerly putting it on.

"Good, Mom?" She asks with a huge smile, I nod before swinging my leg over my bike.

I put the kickstand up before planting my feet firmly to the pavement, "Come on buttercup, want you to be home before dinner."

She laughs before getting on the bike, and before I can even turn the bike on I feel her lean into me and her lips brush my ear as she whispers, "What if I don't want dinner, what if I want dessert. Would you give me desert, Mommy?" I shudder as her words hit my core. Is she flirting? Suddenly I feel her arms wrap around my chest and the front of her push into my back causing a notable shiver to run down my back and I know she felt it as I hear a small prideful chuckle come from behind me. I shake the cobwebs away as best I can as I turn the key in the ignition, What's the best way to take to get to her house? Where is her house? Shit, I forgot to ask, how'd I forget to ask? 

I turn the bike off hoping the sound of the engine drowns out my audible sigh, "Uh, where do you live?"