Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) by Stella White Page A
Authors: Stella White
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boots till I found her.
“Yeah, it’s me, momma. How you feelin’ ?” I asked.
“How the hell do you think I’m feeling? I can barely get up to take a piss. Get over here and give your momma a hug,” she said.
I learned from an early age that you don’t say no when your mother asks you to do something. I leaned over her and gave her a solid embrace.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked.
“You can get me the last twenty years of my life back; that would do it,” she laughed only to start hacking and coughing.
I patted her back in a vain attempt to help her. I looked through her prescriptions; one of which was empty, looked like painkillers.
“How about you just get me a refill on that before my aches start acting up again? I was just going to watch TV anyway .”
“Alright, momma. I’ll be back.”
“I think your old bike is still in the garage, if you want to use that to get around. I haven’t had a car for a couple of years now.”
“I’m glad you never got rid of it,” I said.
“Some things you can’t get rid of,” she replied.
I gave her a kiss on the forehead and took the pill bottle, tucking it into my pocket.
I went back outside and circled around to the old garage. My dad’s old car was still sat there, waiting for someone to care. I eyed my old motorcycle, peeking out from behind a canvas sheet I’d thrown over it years ago.
My hand moved automatically, tugging the sheet away. She was a killer ride, and I wondered how I’d gone so long without her in my life. The day to day just didn’t have the same feel as it had when I was younger and more irresponsible.
I ran my hand along the gas tank, wiping away the layers of dirt she was covered in . She wasn’t the biggest bike, nor was she the fastest, but she was mine, and that was all that mattered.
I threw my leg over, and a cloud of dust met me as I settled into the seat. I jerked down on the starter and just as she always had; she turned over on the first crank.
I hadn’t ridden in so many years; I started to get antsy. She wanted to be taken out to flex those old muscles. I walked my way out of the garage carefully avoiding the old car.
I started feeling that sense of freedom I’d had all those years ago. The freedom I had when I snuck out late at night to meet up with my old boyfriend; the nights when I ’d make a mistake and come home in handcuffs; even the nights when I wouldn’t come home at all, the memories were all flooding back.
I steered myself away from my old home and joined up with the road. There was a canyon road that had some of the finest sights in the area, and I felt it the perfect time to see them, momma could wait a few more minutes.
When I was free from the town I let loose, my hair whipped in the wind, and the sun warmed my face. I opened her up and leaned into the corners; I had these roads all memorized and could ride them blindfolded.
Then the familiar rumble of a motorcycle gang filled the canyon. I sense of dread befell me; if it was the person I thought it was, then I had no idea what I’d say to him. I pulled my cycle off the road and clicked her off.
From the bend in the road, a band of motorcycles filed out. I didn’t recognize any of them, which left me with a feeling of relief. But, the guys still made eyes at me as they rode by .
I was used to it. I’d had a lot of guys fight over me in the past. But, none were as strong as Buck. I once saw him beat up three guys at the same time just for looking at me. He knew how to impress a woman.
There was a time when I would have done anything for that man, but he could never see me as his one and only. I’d always catch him with another girl, and he never understood why I thought it was such a big deal. If he wanted me to be his, then he needed to be mine.
Two of the bikers from the gang pulled off, and I knew what was coming.
“Hey there,” said the taller of
“Yeah, it’s me, momma. How you feelin’ ?” I asked.
“How the hell do you think I’m feeling? I can barely get up to take a piss. Get over here and give your momma a hug,” she said.
I learned from an early age that you don’t say no when your mother asks you to do something. I leaned over her and gave her a solid embrace.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked.
“You can get me the last twenty years of my life back; that would do it,” she laughed only to start hacking and coughing.
I patted her back in a vain attempt to help her. I looked through her prescriptions; one of which was empty, looked like painkillers.
“How about you just get me a refill on that before my aches start acting up again? I was just going to watch TV anyway .”
“Alright, momma. I’ll be back.”
“I think your old bike is still in the garage, if you want to use that to get around. I haven’t had a car for a couple of years now.”
“I’m glad you never got rid of it,” I said.
“Some things you can’t get rid of,” she replied.
I gave her a kiss on the forehead and took the pill bottle, tucking it into my pocket.
I went back outside and circled around to the old garage. My dad’s old car was still sat there, waiting for someone to care. I eyed my old motorcycle, peeking out from behind a canvas sheet I’d thrown over it years ago.
My hand moved automatically, tugging the sheet away. She was a killer ride, and I wondered how I’d gone so long without her in my life. The day to day just didn’t have the same feel as it had when I was younger and more irresponsible.
I ran my hand along the gas tank, wiping away the layers of dirt she was covered in . She wasn’t the biggest bike, nor was she the fastest, but she was mine, and that was all that mattered.
I threw my leg over, and a cloud of dust met me as I settled into the seat. I jerked down on the starter and just as she always had; she turned over on the first crank.
I hadn’t ridden in so many years; I started to get antsy. She wanted to be taken out to flex those old muscles. I walked my way out of the garage carefully avoiding the old car.
I started feeling that sense of freedom I’d had all those years ago. The freedom I had when I snuck out late at night to meet up with my old boyfriend; the nights when I ’d make a mistake and come home in handcuffs; even the nights when I wouldn’t come home at all, the memories were all flooding back.
I steered myself away from my old home and joined up with the road. There was a canyon road that had some of the finest sights in the area, and I felt it the perfect time to see them, momma could wait a few more minutes.
When I was free from the town I let loose, my hair whipped in the wind, and the sun warmed my face. I opened her up and leaned into the corners; I had these roads all memorized and could ride them blindfolded.
Then the familiar rumble of a motorcycle gang filled the canyon. I sense of dread befell me; if it was the person I thought it was, then I had no idea what I’d say to him. I pulled my cycle off the road and clicked her off.
From the bend in the road, a band of motorcycles filed out. I didn’t recognize any of them, which left me with a feeling of relief. But, the guys still made eyes at me as they rode by .
I was used to it. I’d had a lot of guys fight over me in the past. But, none were as strong as Buck. I once saw him beat up three guys at the same time just for looking at me. He knew how to impress a woman.
There was a time when I would have done anything for that man, but he could never see me as his one and only. I’d always catch him with another girl, and he never understood why I thought it was such a big deal. If he wanted me to be his, then he needed to be mine.
Two of the bikers from the gang pulled off, and I knew what was coming.
“Hey there,” said the taller of
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