You and your friends were all in the car after a day out for lunch. You were laughing, listening to music, and talking before you started to play a game.

It was a random game where you’d do something to another driver. Wave, blow a kiss, something stupid like that. It was now your turn and your friends had spotted a guy at the red light on a motorcycle. He had a nice build, the black T-shirt he had on was form fitting. Patchwork tattoos up one arm and a snake on the forearm of the other.

Your friend Jiselle spoke up, getting ready to give you a task.

Jiselle: “I dare you to get out and go kiss his helmet.”

You looked at the guy and saw him glance back at your guys’s car, unsure of who he was looking at or why. Screw it. You opened the door, quickly jogged over to the guy, turning his helmeted head to you and kissing it.

Before you could run he caught your waist pulling you back and pulling his visor up revealing….. Nathan Matthews. Crap. He was one of the most well known guys on your campus. You had a literature class with him. He sat right front of you everyday. He was 6ft, greenish hazel eyes, freckles, and light brown hair. Once he caught a glimpse of your face he scanned you trying to remember where he had seen you before.

Nathan: “Heyy, where you goin’? Don’t you want a kiss?” he asked pulling you back by your waist.