Hitch Biker

Derick First Person Point Of View

I sat up, startled by the noisy revving outside my window.

It was quite simple to identify who it was.

I pulled the blankets away and rushed to the window, attempting to get a clear view of the shining sunlight.

There he is!

He was just standing there with his arms folded across his bike, looking really annoyed.

He gazed at me and shook his head with a grin. "Hey, you're late," he said.

"Ugh," I told myself as I was getting ready in a hurry. I tossed on a shirt, put on my jeans in a flash, and picked up my toothbrush.

As I brushed my teeth, I cursed again, running through my mental checklist. Wallet, keys. all good.

I just spat in the sink and I wiped my mouth on my hand 'cause I was in a hurry and leaving the house.

When I arrived at Troy, he was still fiddling with his bicycle.

"Finally!" he laughed, pulling down his cap.

I thought you'd be sleeping all day.

"Shut up," I exclaimed, hopping on my bike.

We had some stops to make—a motorbike shop we were looking to visit before it got crowded.

We left my driveway, and the chill of the air blasted my face as we sped through the streets.

Troy was ahead of me, weaving through cars like it was nothing.

I attempted to shake this drowsy feeling one inevitably acquires when you get awakened suddenly.

All was good until Troy slowed down ahead of me and gestured with his hand, informing me we had to stop.

I wrinkled my face, glancing around to notice what he was examining.

We had stopped on the side of the road, and I was looking over at what he was viewing—Arzhel and Parker, stranded with their car that had broken down, the hood lifted up and Parker just gazing at it as if it was some complex math problem he simply couldn't solve.

"Hey, look at these clowns," Troy laughed, shaking his head as we pulled up alongside them.

Arzhel wiped his hands on his jeans and gave Troy a really annoyed look. "Of course it’s you guys."

"Hey, what's going on?" Troy grinned, enjoying the atmosphere.

"Hey, can I help you out? Or do you just need some cash to repair that old piece of junk?"

Arzhel scowled, flipping Troy off.

"Relax, Troy, come on. We’re not asking you for anything."

Parker sighed heavily and rested against the car. "Man, it's the alternator. I guess we're stuck here for a while."

Troy hopped off his bike and approached the car, tapping the hood.

"In seriousness, you guys need to get a bike like ours. No question about it."

Arzhel muttered something under his breath prior to giving me a scowl, his jaw tightening.

He appeared completely exhausted, with these black circles under his eyes. He took his phone, presumably so he could call for assistance, but I managed to catch a glimpse of the screen before he could hide it.

"Hello. Hello phone," I greeted, waving to it.

Arzhel scowled, completely irritated. "What?"

"Cyrus," I whispered, a small knot forming within me.

Hearing his name struck me much harder than I anticipated, particularly after yesterday's events.

Arzhel simply rolled his eyes and pushed his phone back into his pocket.

"He's completely freaking out over something. He just needs to relax."

I clenched my teeth, struggling to remain calm, but I was indeed completely freaked out at this point.

Why was Cyrus completely panicking? I just had to know, but had to act cool and not reveal how curious I was.

Troy, completely unaware of how stressed I was, leaned against the car door and grinned. "Hey, I can definitely assist you guys. But it'll cost you."

"Hey mate, we're not giving you any money. We'll take care of it."

Troy shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just trying to help a brother out."

Arzhel glared at him. "You're just looking out for number one."

I stayed quiet, but my mind was racing back to Cyrus.

So what happened after you dropped him off? Something wasn’t quite right, wasn’t it? But I just couldn’t inquire with a lot of questions. Not here. Not now.

He patted the hood of the car one last time and chuckled. "Good luck with this old car. You'll know what to do if you ever need a tow."

He got back onto the bike and started the engine.

I accompanied him, with a bit of apprehension. Upon taking flight, I had to glance back at Arzhel.

He seemed absolutely frustrated, really moreso than usual. Something is wrong.

We accelerated back onto the street, but I wasn’t thinking about the bike shop at all.

I just couldn't get Cyrus and all he's going through out of my head. Something didn't feel right, and I just wasn't up for it.

Not at all.

So we approached a red light and could feel the engines vibrating beneath us.

I sat back a bit, allowing myself just to relax for a moment.

Troy was riding alongside me, drumming his fingers on the handlebars as if he couldn't wait to call into the motorbike shop.

As I looked around, my gaze landed on a car across the intersection.

I just sort of stood there for a moment. The boy in the passenger seat completely resembled Cyrus.

My stomach turned as I stared, attempting to get my mind around it. There's no way it's him, is there?

The light turned green, and rather than lag behind with Troy, I took the throttle and simply eased my motorcycle into traffic, close behind the car.

Cars were honking behind me as I swerved into a different lane, completely blocking a group of cars from running into me.

Troy was like, 'Yo, what the heck?!' but to be truthful, I wasn't even looking."

I was completely spaced out, just looking at the car as it sped down the road.

My heart was racing and I was completely baffled. Was it him?

Suddenly, I came to my senses and realized what I was doing.

I cursed under my breath and turned the bike around, striking the red light and barely avoiding a second collision.

I could hear Troy swearing in the background, and I eventually caught up, kinda regretting losing my temper over this.

Troy raised his visor, gazing out with an irritated and concerned expression on his face.

"What's with you, man?" He lowered his visor a second time, shaking his head. "You're trying to get us killed or something?"