Walking off campus and to the concerning-ly large crowd of girls that you’ve grown used to. You head to to Quinn’s bike. The two of you have been friends since elementary school and you’ve had to deal and grow into the swarms of people at your biker best friend. He was your friend and nothing more, no matter what anybody said. Sure, he wasn’t ugly but all the feelings you think he had about you were platonic. “Spare, safety first” Quinn says handing you his spare helmet from the handle of his bike. The feeling of your classmates eyes burning a hole into the back of your head