His point of view.
Silly girl. I walked back into the parking lot and found my red and black motorcycle sitting there between a huge a**ed blue Van and an even huger a**ed woman stepping out of her yellow bug on the other side. I shook my head as I let the woman go first. As soon as my butt hit the seat my cellphone rang with my least favorite ringtone which indicated a d**che was calling me. There are three people in my phone I've programmed to have this very unique ringtone: my Dad, my Uncle, and my brother. I'm beginning to think this whole being a d**che thing is genetic. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw the name D**che number 3 flashing at me. My brother. My finger was about to press end. But then I remebered last time when I ignored his call. He called me 87 times afterwards and left 56 messages. Maybe just this once, I'll just answer it.
"What?" I put my helmet on as I steadied the phone between my ear and my shoulder.
"Look at the library's entrance way." I could feel him smiling as he spoke. I looked around and stared at the entrance way.
"Nothings there." I retorted in a very annoyed tone.
"Keep looking." I sighed as he continued to smile through his words. I stared back at the entrance way. The girl with the ocean in her hair walked out with a bag in her hand. I felt my mouth curve into a smile. She bought the book I gave her. "Did you get her number?" My brother's cheerful tone was his way in making fun of me for my lack of a girlfriend while he and my other elder brother has many. "Your so foolish baby brother, your letting another one slip you by, but ofcourse she probably would have cheated on you with me. Like the others." He was definitly smiling. Which pisses me off even more.
"You can not fathom the immensity of the f**k I do not give." I hung up the phone. And began watching her walk to the sidewalk. She didnt seem like the other girls Ive dated before. None of them had blue hair. If I went the other route to exit the parking lot, I could pass by her and ask her if she needs a ride. My plan was fool proof. And the way she was drooling over me earlier, she couldnt possibly say no. I felt a smile stretch my face as I began my bike and drove in her direction. She was sitting down at the bus stop and skimming at the book I gave her. Suddenly, a car jumped in front of me. It was a black 2010 Mercedes Benz with the liscence plate WIT3TI63R. D**che Number 3. I face palmed myself and shook my head. I should have known he was here. The douche wasnt psychic. There was no way he could have known about her unless he was there himself. My phone began to ring. I watched the car come to a complete hault. We were just 10 feet away from her. I picked up the phone.
"Move." I said sternly.
He laughed before saying."Father, wants us. Your going to have to take your snack out to eat, later."
"Fu-" The line went dead. Motherfucker. I closed my helmets tinted shield in the front to hide my face as my brother pulled out the parking lot and I followed. I had her scent. Thanks to my little bump into me thing. So I wouldnt lose her. Id just have to keep coming to the library. My cell rang again as I slowed down at the stop light.
"What??!"
"I'll race you home." My brother hung up the phone knowing Id agree anyway. I smiled. I went on the stop light and turned into the fields. My own personal shortcut. D**che number 3 could say what he wanted about my lack of female contact. But he couldnt say s**t about me beating him at a race.