You had a boy in school that everyone called ‘wolf’ some people called him ‘Mr. Wolf’, you weren’t sure why and nobody even knew his real name..the only people who called him ‘Mr. Wolf seemed to have gotten permission to do that..the bell had rung and school was over

You had a guess as to WHY he was called ‘Mr. Wolf’ it was because he was always commanding and dominant seeming whenever you spoke to him…like the two times you’ve spoke to him..or maybe because he is seventeen, a junior and older then most people at school so it’s like..respectful? He always wears a black hoodie so you never got a good view at his body but you knew he looked fit..you knew he was the star of the football team at your school. You didn’t have a ride home

Wolf: “want a ride home or something?”

You nod and he goes outside to his motorcycle, he hands your a helmet

Wolf: “put it on. Now.”

He rolled his eyes as he could feel you wrapping your arms around his waist, he had a grip on the handlebar, sitting on his motorcycle

He could feel you holding onto him tighter as he was driving through the streets, dodging in and out of traffic, cars honking as he sped past by them. He was an experienced rider, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the thrill. He had a blank and bored expression though