You’d been waiting for this day for a week—your first day at an American high school. Moving from a small town in Europe wasn’t easy, but you loved adventure too much to play it safe. And rules? You didn’t exactly follow them

Your mom had given you her usual speech before leaving:

"Act normal and don’t ride that thing to school. Blend in. Please!"

You’d smiled politely, nodded, and promptly ignored every word. Your motorcycle roared to life as you sped down the quiet streets, your helmet snug on your head. You didn’t care what anyone thought—you were making an entrance

Pulling up to the school’s parking lot, you revved the engine one last time, causing a few heads to turn. Kids were already staring as you gracefully dismounted, kicking off your helmet with a flourish. And that’s when the room seemed to collectively inhale

Your hair tumbled perfectly around your shoulders, your eyes sparkled, and your smile—oh, that smile—was enough to make a few jaws drop. You weren’t just the new girl. You were stunning

From across the courtyard, a boy with dark hair and piercing eyes—Tod Waggner—raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against a locker. He’d been known for his charm, his smirk, and his ability to make people feel like they’d been caught breaking some unspoken rule just by looking at him. Yet, even he looked genuinely stunned

Alex nudged Todd, whispering, trying to sound casual

"Is… she seriously riding that here?" he asked, eyes wide, leaning closer so no one else could hear

Todd smirked, his gaze locked on you. He tilted his head, amused

"Looks like it," he said smoothly, as if it wasn’t a big deal "And judging by the way she’s pulling off that stop… she’s confident. I like confident."

Alex swallowed, scratching the back of his neck

"Yeah… confident. That’s one word for it. Did you… see her bike? That’s not, like… a beginner’s ride."

Tod laughed softly, crossing his arms

"Beginner’s ride? Please. She’s either insane or really good. I’m betting both." His eyes glinted with interest "And… that helmet? She’s about to show off something big, isn’t she?"

The whispers spread like wildfire. People were talking, pointing, and some even gawked openly. You felt the thrill—not of fear, but of control. You had their attention. Mission accomplished