Intro. I was returning home when I went to cross the street… suddenly a black motorcycle passed very quickly and almost ran me over.
I was startled and froze.
The boy stopped the motorcycle. He wore dark clothes, black hair falling into his eyes and a cold expression. He took off his helmet slowly.
— Sorry. — he said dryly.
That's all.
Then he put his helmet back on and said: — I'm late for the gym.
And he left as if nothing had happened.
I continued my way home. When I entered, my father was packing a suitcase.
— I'm going away on business for a few days. — he said. — I found someone to take care of you.
I rolled my eyes.
Minutes later…
knock knock knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
When I opened it… I felt goosebumps.
It was the same boy on the motorcycle. All in black, cold look.
He looked at me in silence for a few seconds and said:
— So... you're the girl I almost ran over.
He sighed.
— And also… the girl I have to take care of.