Free Biker Class by Ella Laroche

himself, throwing an empty silver
can into the large fire. "Nobody's gonna tell me that I have to do
anything! I don't want to waste my time with pointless stuff like 'studying'!
It's a bunch of shi–"
    "We know that, Jake," Lawson said, his voice calm and
suddenly more sober-sounding. His hands were still folded together, and he was
still watching like a cat watching mice squabble: entertained, scrutinizing,
curious, observant . He rested his right ankle on his
left knee. "But you do hear yourself, right? You could be with her
every Wednesday. As in, be with her every
Wednesday." He grinned in a sick way.
    Jake groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead. "Yeah, I think
of that now ."
    "Screwed up, man," Rod shook his head.
    "I still see her every day, though!" he defended. "I
barely ever go to class. Caught her in the hall the other day alone. Little
Miss Perfect got there late." Jake grinned to himself, a flash in his eyes
the others saw. They smiled as well. But then the brilliant blue darkened,
becoming dangerous. Their smiles faded; everyone's
except for Lawson's. It stayed. "A few complications got in the way,"
he muttered, his voice low with anger. "But it's gonna come through in the
end. I know it will. I'm making sure of it."
    Lawson's grin turned up coldly, proudly. "Good, Jake. Good."
    When the dark blue lightened again, the other two felt it appropriate
to speak again.
    "You gonna reactivate your tutoring stuff, Jakey?" Rage
teased.
    "Do I have a choice?" Jake smiled. "Sure I am. She's
gonna be avoiding me already, being spooked and all."
    "Lovin' the chase?" Rod looked off into the distance,
thinking about his own chases he had loved so much.
    "Yeah, man."
    "Aw, is she scared ?" Rage laughed, honestly thinking
it was humorous.
    "She's terrified," Jake growled happily. He sounded
thrilled. He remembered her whimpering, the look in her eyes when he'd pin her.
It was all too funny, really. Seeing her strain was hilarious and just plain
entertaining.
    "This'll be interesting, Jake," Lawson smirked. "I'm
excited to see how all this works out. Tell me how she is."
    "She's still got her V Card, don't she?" The baby-faced one
asked the dumb question.
    "Idiot!" Rage yelled yet again, directed at Rod this time.
Rod glared at him then looked at Jake, brows raised. His tone was suddenly
serious.
    "You takin' a V Card, man?" he asked. He didn't sound
disapproving, but his voice was void of any type of approval whatsoever. Jake
suddenly felt… what was that, uncomfortable? Nah. He was just unsure. He
shrugged, his shoulders feeling heavy under the weight of all of their stares.
He glanced over to Lawson, who's gaunt face was eerie in the flickering
firelight, unreadable. He wasn't helping Jake on this one. He wanted to hear an
answer. But Rage's next comment may have influenced Jake's answer.
    "You got any balls, Cooper?" One side of his dirty,
alcohol-stained mouth pulled up. "You gonna go there?" He was cut off
by a look from Lawson.
    Jake chewed on the inside of his cheek, taking a swig of beer to stall
for time. He had always known she was a virgin. After all, it was pretty
obvious. But it had never really sunk in that he might… well… take it.
Especially if she wasn't willing, which she most likely wouldn't be.
    Wait, didn't that qualify as…?
    "Dude, relax, it's not like you're raping her," Rage
laughed loudly. His fiery hair was even brighter in the firelight. Jake looked
up at them, not really saying anything but his face looking oddly off ,
which it barely ever did. Just like how Rage was the fiery type, Rod liked to
be physical, and Lawson could intimidate anyone with a simple look, Jake pretty
much never hesitated or backed down from something. So when he didn't
immediately answer, they knew something was wrong.
    "Are you chickening out, man?" Lawson asked in a
disapproving tone, one that he knew would fire up his biking prodigy. Jake sat
up straighter on his log, eyes fiery.
    "No." It was stated as a