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women. Clarissa quickly got to her feet and began to hobble away. She kept a tight grip on her phone, because if the biker did harass her, Clarissa’s only hope was to phone to the police for help.
    The bike came to a stop a few feet behind her.
    “Hey, you need some help?” the biker called out.
    The voice sound vaguely familiar so Clarissa dared a look back over her shoulder. It was the jerk.
    “From you?” Clarissa crinkled her nose, “As if!”
    “Fine, if you want to hobble wherever your headed, it’s not my problem,” he said and restarted the bike’s engine.
    “Fine!” Clarissa said, “But I don’t want to go for a joyride! I just want you to take me home, okay?”
    The guy just shrugged and motioned for her to get on if she was coming. Clarissa climbed onto the bike behind him and tried to figure out what to hold onto. She had never ridden a motorcycle before and not having a helmet made her nervous.
    “I don’t know about this,” she said.
    “You’ll be fine,” he chuckled, “Don’t stress so much, Bookworm.”
    “Aren’t you supposed to wear a helmet?” Clarissa asked, too nervous to worry about what he had called her yet again.
    “Whatever,” he said and sped off into the night.
    Clarissa’s long fingernails dug into the sides of the leather seat as the bike sped down the road. She was pretty sure that he was going over the speed limit and they were going to die before she ever saw her apartment again. He hadn’t even asked where she lived.
    “I live on South Avenue,” she shouted, but she wasn’t sure whether or not he heard her because he didn’t reply.
    “I said I live on South Avenue!” she shouted again, leaning closer to him this time.
    Clarissa caught a whiff of his cologne and her heart skipped a beat. She had never smelt something so tantalizingly delicious. Clarissa inhaled his scent again and closed her eyes. Why did this jerk have such an effect on her?
    “I heard you the first time!” he shouted back.
    “Sorry,” Clarissa mumbled and pulled away from him again, “you’re still a jerk.”
    Clarissa didn’t complain when he drove around the town square a couple of times before heading to her house. She figured the more she complained and protested the more of her time he’d take up. He seemed like the sort that goes out of their way to do something just because you asked them not to.
    “Which part of South Avenue?” he asked, when he brought the bike to a stop at a red light.
    Clarissa told him her address, but didn’t say anything else. A few minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex and Clarissa scrambled off the bike, trying to bite back a smile.
    “I’m Clarissa,” she said.
    “I know,” the guy said, “You’re still wearing your name tag, Bookworm.”
    “Oh yeah,” she frowned, “Well, thanks for the ride home.”
    Clarissa turned and began to hobble towards the stairs to get to her apartment, but he called out.
    “Skull,” he said.
    “What?” Clarissa asked, not sure what he was talking about. She slowly turned back around and walked back to his bike so she could hear him over the roar of the bike’s engine.
    “My name is Skull,” he said again.
    “I’m sure that’s what your parents decided to call you,” Clarissa rolled her eyes.
    “No, but it’s who I decided to be,” Skull laughed.
    Clarissa was about to turn to go inside when Skull leaned down from his bike and pulled her to him, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. His lips hovered inches from hers for a few seconds, before claiming her mouth. Clarissa knew she shouldn’t allow this jerk to kiss her, but his warm lips felt so good against hers and he tasted of something exotic.
    His tongue slid into her mouth and Clarissa let out a small gasp of surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Soon her tongue was dancing with his and her hands were resting on his shoulders. Then as suddenly as the kiss started, it broke. Skull pulled away, grinning, and