Lyric’s P.O.V
“I’m not getting on your bike.” Lydia did that brow crinkling thing she did when she was frustrated.
I smirked. “Why? Are you afraid that the girls in school will die of jealousy because you came to school riding on my bike?”
“No. I’m afraid I’ll die of a heart attack or a cracked skull thanks to your driving skills.” She crossed her arms across her chest stubbornly. “I’ll run my bicycle, thank you very much.”
I sighed in defeat. Lydia McKenzie was not the kind of woman you could easily mess around with and I was learning that the hard way.
“I’ll wait for you at school.” I told her as I pulled down the glass shield of my helmet and took off before I could hear her protest.
George waved at me when I reached school and parked my bike at the usual spot. I waved back and t
