• I was amazed. Devon made no attempt to hide the fact that he was holding hands with the most outcast student in the school. He was smiling about it. Every time I saw his smile as we walked, it wiped away the embarrassment I had from the whispers surrounding us and made me smile as well.

    I was expecting him to walk with me to the buses, but he turned to the student parking lot. Ok, I thought, so he's got a car. I tried to pick out which one I thought it was, but I was not expecting it when he stopped in that space. I gaped at the vehicle.

    "That has got to be the nicest bike I have ever seen!" I exclaimed. "What is it? A 2008 Harley Davidson Night Train?"

    "Yeah!" he said, looking very satisfied. "You know bikes?"

    "Somewhat," I said in a dazed voice. I was busy admiring the bike. It had a sleek black paint with silver accents that seemed to be spinning with the design. On the right side, there was a symbol of a crescent moon etched on in a dull gray. The body of the vehicle told me that it was made for speed. I smiled and looked up at him. "I get to ride it?" I asked excitedly.

    "Of course," he answered sweetly, "but you'll have to go without a helmet. I never use one."

    "Fine with me..." I walked closer and waited for him to get on.

    He rolled his eyes and started the bike, straddling the seat with his thighs. He turned to me. "Get on!" he called playfully over the sound of the motor.

    "Ohhh," I said in admiration. I had no idea why the bike's motor seemed almost hypnotic to me as I climbed on and wrapped my arms around his waist.

    "Hold on!" he shouted. I tightened my grip on him as he put it in gear. He let out an excited whoop as he sped out of the parking lot and onto a side road with less traffic.

    I had never felt so at peace. The speed caused all the noises around me to become a dull roar. The wind became the most clear sound as we rode.

    After a while, we pulled up to a dinner, and he turned to help me off. It was some sort of deli that actually seemed like a house more than a restaurant.

    "Right this way," he said gesturing to the building.

    "I have to ask, where are we?"

    He simply smiled, "You tell me."

    I rolled my eyes as he took my hand and opened the door for me. We got a table and started looking at the menu. As I glanced around, the interior appeared fancier than the actual thing. It was only a sandwich shop. Oh well, what did I know about decorating.

    "So what looks good?" Devon asked.

    "I think the salad on a bun sounds odd, but good. I might go with that." I laughed a little. "What do you think?"

    "I'm really not sure," he smirked, "I've never been hear before."

    "Then what made you stop?"

    He laughed. "I honestly don't know."

    I laughed as well. The waiter came and took our orders. When he left, Devon and I started talking. What do you do when you're bored? What kind of music do you listen to? What's your favorite color? What is your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

    When our food came, our conversation died down so we could eat, but started again after we both finished.

    In some point during all the talking, Devon had moved his chair closer to mine. I had not realized that while we were talking that we had been leaning closer to each other. We ran out of things to say and suddenly acknowledged how close we were.

    "You have the most beautiful eyes," he whispered in what sounded like awe. He leaned a little closer.

    "You do to," I whispered, not really sure what to say. When my mouth formed the last word, Devon's lips met mine. The surging electricity went through us again, making both of us lean into the kiss. He cupped my cheek lightly and pulled away slowly.

    He started to ask something. "Do you want to-"

    "Leave?" I guessed.

    "Yeah."

    "Definately."

    We paid and walked out to the bike. We got on and started riding down the road to God knows where.