Page 37 of Homecoming

We crash our way through the front doors of the school, following Ever, who can run fucking quickly.

I screech to a halt along with the others as my jaw drops and heat fills me.

The bike is hers and is a thousand times sexier now that I can see her straddling it. It suits her, and I am not surprised in the slightest that this bike is hers.

Not when I really think about it.

She always said that one day she was going to ride a motorcycle, and that she didn’t want to drive a car because, in her words, cars were boring and you ended up having to give lifts to people you didn’t like. That always made me chuckle.

She obviously finds our expressions amusing because she grins wickedly; that smile has us all reacting at the same time as we start to walk down the steps.

Ever obviously doesn’t want us to catch her though and showing extreme skill, she fishtails the bike around so that it is now facing the right way and the speeds off, popping a wheelie as she goes.

“Did she just . . .” Jensen starts and then trails off, unsure what just happened.

To be honest, I think we are all a bit dumbfounded.

“Come on, let’s head back to mom's. I bet that is where she is going,” Trick says, and we all run to the truck. We aren’t even going to pretend that we aren’t in a rush.

As we all pile in the truck, Jensen says, “I wish I had my bike. I bet I could fucking catch her.”

“Let’s go and get our Ever,” I say as Trick starts the car, and we drive quicker than we probably should.

It feels like this is the beginning of forever.