I started heading out from the forest to the sidewalk again. I began my tretrously long walk to the pack house. About 10 minutes later I was stopped by an all too familiar motorcycle.
"What are you doing?" Dex lifted the visor of his helmet, showing me his dark gray eyes again. I quickly looked away, not falling for that twice in a day.
"Walking to the pack lands." I answered.
"Isn't that really far to walk? Quit being stubborn and get on." He held an extra helmet out at me.
I looked at it for a moment. I need to get home quickly, but do I want to ride a bike with him?
I'm tired, and this walk would wipe me completely out. I let out an exasperated sigh, taking the helmet from him. I climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. This is my first time on a bike and I am kind of nervous.
