Free Cheap & Classy (Hide Your Crazy) by T.A. Hardenbrook Page B

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Chapter 10
    Snatch= Girl with sand in her crotch.
     
    “You are absolutely insane if you think I’m getting on one of those contraptions. You really think with my luck I should just hop on, gas the throttle, and hit a jump?”
    “Well, I doubt y ou know the difference between the gas verses the brake. So, how about we take it slow?” Brantley said smoothly, wiggling his eyebrows in his typical suggestive manner.
    Letting out a little snort, I shook my head for just entertaining the thought of taking him up on that offer. Everything about riding a bike screamed irresponsible. So why in the hell was my mind telling me to go for it? This just shrieked broken bones, stitches, and bruises that would last forever. Not to mention the blow to my ego when I sucked balls at it; which was a given, considering I could barely ride a damn bicycle.
    “Stop thinking and just grab the damn helmet , Molly.” Brantley stretched his arm out again, offering the shiny black brain protector for me.
    “I need to go on record that this is insanely stupid,” I warned, narrowing my eyes at him while snatching it from his hands. Brantley let out a low chuckle as I stuffed my blonde head into the hole.
    “Looks good on you Miss Molly.”
    “I’m going to regret this,” I muttered while reaching for the goggles that rested above the visor. Nothing like making a stupid choice; my life seemed to be full of them.
     
     
    It was a perfectly crystal clear day. The sun was shining, the temperature flawless, and not a single cloud in sight. It would have been the best afternoon in the world. However, the sound of bikes, dirt down my pants, and the gigantic bruise I knew was forming on my ass seemed to ruin the whole serene like moment.
    “Did yo u forget which one was the brake?” Brantley laughed, slipping his helmet off his sweat drenched head.
    “Fuck off,” I grumbled, refusing to move from my epic crash and burn moment. I really thought I had a handle on the whole gas versus brake situation, and going turtle speed was no longer appealing. So getting cocky with that 80cc bike of doom was not one of my finer moments in judgment. What I failed in judgment was rearing its ugly head on my throbbing ass.
    “Nice crash,” a muffled voice came from behind a dark full helmet. My heart started to race as my mind spun crazy circles. My ears automatically knew who was behind that helmet; my heart immediately started to hurt at the thought of us being so close in proximity. I could have possibly been turning blue, because I knew the moment his voice hit my ears I had stopped breathing. Someone just needed to haul my cocky, idiotic, stupid ass off the damn track now before I made a bigger fool of myself when my mouth decided to open.
    “Hey , Man. I didn’t know you guys were in the area.” Brantley gushed, turning his attention to the man that made my brain turn to mush and my heart basically burst right out of my damn chest.
    “Yeah, we are laying down a track at the JayBird,” Reid replied, lifting the helmet off his head.
    Breathe Molly Anne. Take a fucking breath , damn it.
    “So you’re writing again?”
    “Yeah, finally have some good material to get out.” Reid glanced down at me on the track, his face void of any expression whatsoever. Pain shot through my body while I studied his face. I would have killed for a smile, frown, scowl, grin, fucking anything other than that blank stare of doom. If a theme song could have been playing in the background, “Cold Hard Bitch,” would have been played extra loudly over life’s speakers.
    “Are you just going to lie there all afternoon, or are you going to get back on the bike?” Brantley laughed, extending his hand out for me.
    Most people would just grab it; letting the man help you up. However, I continued to stare at it, wondering if taking it would mean something else to the man on the other side of me. I doubt it looked good that I was hanging out with him again outside of