Beaten, bullied, cursed

Michael pulled up outside of CHS on his Magna again. He had a piece of paper in his hand, on the top in bold letters were the words 'eviction notice'. He stuffed the paper into the inside pocket of his jacket and shut his bike off. He put the kickstand down and climbed off the motorcycle. He started walking towards the main entrance to the school with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey Michael!" A familiar voice said. Michael looked to his right, he saw Leila from the other day. She had jeans on with a white shirt and high heeled boots. Michael also noticed that her hair was a gorgeous shade of brown, he couldn't tell last time because the sun was almost gone. Her eyes were a light shade of brown which matched her eyes. She was waving at him as she walked. "It's so good to see you! Thanks for saving my life by the way." She looked at Michaels bike. "That bike looks just as badass at night, I mean dayum! It's a nice bike." Michael chuckled slightly.

"Thanks. I see that the cut on your cheek is almost gone." He said.

"So how's it goin'?! It's been, like two days but still." Michael sighed.

"Which do you version do you want, they peppy version or the not so peppy version?" Michael said. Leila stopped smiling.

"Which ever one is the truth." She said. Michael pulled out the price of paper he had stuffed into his jacket and handed it to the girl.

"It's been shit." He said. She quickly skimmed the page, a look of concern growing on her face as she read. "I have no idea where I'm gonna stay after tomorrow, my fucking landlord found someone who can pay him more rent then I can. The bastard." He said, he took the paper back from Leila.

"Oh that's so sad to hear. I wish I could help...." She got an idea. "Actually, I think I can help." Michael looked her in the eyes.

"I'm all ears." He said.

"Well, my mother is going on a three month business trip today. So maybe you could stay in our guest bed room." She said.

"Do you have a garage? I have another bike at my house so I need to know if I should buy a tarp or not." He said.

"That won't be necessary, my house has a big garage so you can put your bikes in there. Speaking of which, what's the bike you have at home?" She asked. He pulled a picture out from his right jacket pocket.

"It's a 2015 Harley Davidson sportster 48, I usually ride that one because it was my first bike." He said. She smiled at him.

"I think I like the bike you rode here more." She said.

"Ah, so you like the Honda Magna VF750. Well it's loud as hell, that's one reason I like it. And it does look pretty bad ass, my Harley is just my favorite because of its horse power and its a slim looking cruiser."

"Everyone has there own tastes I guess." She said, the school bell rung signaling the start of the five minutes until class starts. "Oh, I gotta go, but I'll meet you right here after school ok?"

"Sure, I'm techniqually suspended for beating the shit out of some ass whole in the hall, so I'll just be working on my bike in the mean time." Leila put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow.

"And what could you possibly have to work on?"

"Well the hand brake is a little to easy to pull and the clutch is a little stiff. When it comes to those things you want some resistance, but not to much. And once that's done I guess I'll just drive around town." He said. Leila just laughed and shook her head.

"Alright then, I'll see you later." Michael nodded and pulled out his multi-tool.

Leila approached Michael after school, her boots making a clicking as she took each step. Michael was tightening a few bolts on his bike, he looked up to she Leila standing there.

"Ready to go?" She said with a smile. Michael nodded and started his bike, he lifted the kickstand and put the bike into first gear. He twisted the throttle, but kept the clutch mostly held in. This way the bike would move as fast as Leila was walking. "I'll take you to my place and show you where You'll be staying, sound like a plan?" She asked.

"Yup." He said. Leila looked at his bike for a few seconds.

"You know I've always wondered how motorcycles work, I just never got the nerve to ask anyone, and Google just made things confusing." She said. "Maybe you could show me."

"Well, this lever on my left, the one I'm partially holding in, that's the clutch. The right lever is the hand brake, you twist the right hand grip for the throttle." He pulled the clutch in all the way and gave the engine two quick rev's. "If you hold the clutch in, the transmission won't transfer the power to the rear tire. That's why I'm holding it in about 3/4's the way in, so I won't be going to fast for you. And if you hold the clutch in, and move the left peg up." He put the toe of his boot under the peg and lifted it up. "You change the gear, I just put it in second gear. Now, neutral is kind of weird on bikes because it's halfway between first and second gear. If you lift the peg to much, it will skip to second gear. It won't brake anything, but it will skip to the gear above it. But that's only for neutral." Michael explained how everything works as they made their way to Lelia's house, after that there was an awkward silence the rest of the way.