Leaving the school, I hopped on my bite and revved the engine, taking off immediately. School sucked, everybody always followed me, always wanted to talk to me, to talk talk talk. People talk too much. Gossip, drama, shit talking, all of it. It never seems to stop. I'm whizzing down roads, racing through the city. I stop at a red light, looking around absent-mindedly, when another biker rolls up next to me. It's a girl — what? And she's wearing the school uniform, the uniform for the school I go to. Her helmet has ears on it, with LED lights lining it, her chestnut brown hair pulled into a short ponytail behind her, screen pulled up. She must notice me staring because she turns to look at me. I panic and quickly look away, arms crossed over my chest in an attempt to look nonchalant, but mainly out of habit. Her eyes crinkle like she's smiling, so I look back at her. She lifts a gloved hand to her helmet where her mouth is a blows a kiss, winking as she does. I quickly look away again, my cheeks flushing. I hiccup, like, actually hiccup. Who does that? Maybe it's a nervous habit. The light turns green and I'm thankful for the distraction, immediately driving away from LED girl.