your enemy was a biker

one night you came back from a party, your phone was dead and you were walking home at night as you hear a bike from behind

it stops. you look why it did and you see your enemy taking off his helmet »hey ma, need a ride?« he asks

»fine.« you say

you hop onto his bike »hold on tight.« he said »no.« you say, annoyed he shook his head and slowly started to gas, causing you to crash onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist

»good girl.« he said