His name is Zane. Yes, he’s that guy that every school has. You and all the other girls watched as he straddled his motorcycle, placing the black biker helmet over his head. “Oh my god, look at him.” Your best friend whispered in your ear. You leaned back against the wall of your school. “Tell me why we’re here.” You ask her in a whining way. “Because, he’s hot!” She responded, you rolled your eyes. He started his bike, engine purring; but you couldn’t care less, you say bye to your friend and start walking towards your house. You turned the corner, wrapping your jacket further around your shoulders. You’re not even halfway home when you here the familiar purring of a motorcycle. “Aye, babe!” You hear someone shout from behind you. Rolling your eyes, you kept walking. “Aye!” Exhausted, you stop and turn around. “Can I help you?” You spat at him. He winks at you, then gives you the smile that girls die for. “Need a ride home?” You size him up for a moment, trying to estimate what his sudden approach meant. “I could use the excersize.” You return, starting to walk away, he followed you lazily. “No you don’t.” He sing songed, “Just hop on.” You looked back at him, knowing that if you passed up this opportunity, you’re best friend would never forgive you. Cautiously, you get on the back of his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist, he chuckled, then started driving slowly. “Hold on tight, babe.” He said before speeding off in the direction of your house.
Your best friend dragged you around the crowded house, people were pressed against each side of you, music was blasting. Of course, she took you to another party. “Who’s house is this!?” You scream over all the music and talking. “Does it matter?!” She yelled back. “I think they’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in the other room! Let’s play!” You groaned, but followed her into the next room. A bunch of boys were dropping one of their things into a hat that a girl was passing around, you and your friend sit next to your other friend from school, discussing what guy you want. But when it’s your turn to reach into the hat, you start feeling around. “Just pick one.” Your friend whispers, rolling your eyes, you pluck an object from the hat, a black snapback watch. “That’s mine!” You hear someone yell, several girls gasp, you turn around to look at the cocky smirk of the one and only Zane. The girl, presumably the host, leads you and Zane to the closet, then pushed you softly inside and closes the door. “So… We meet again.” Zane whispers, “I’m Zane.” He awkwardly held out his hand to be shaken, but the two of you were practically smashed together with no room to shake hands. “____.” You tell him. He smiles, “So… Are we going to make these seven minutes enjoyable or are we just going to talk the whole time?” He asked. You observe him for a moment, “I shouldn’t have gotten on your motorcycle.” You whispered. He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why not?” You shake your head, “Because something like this would happen. Every single girl likes you, and I don’t go for guys like –“ But before you could say anything else, his lips were pressed against yours, they were warm and soft, nothing like you expected them to be. But after a moment of just standing there awkwardly with your lips ajoined, you move your hands and wrap them around his neck, he moves his to your waist. But then he pulled back, “I always knew your name.” He admitted. “How?” You ask. “You’re the prettiest girl in school, and you’re the only one who doesn’t drool over me… How could I not?” You bite your lip for a moment, “Will you be my girlfriend?” He then whispered. You roll your eyes playfully, “Sure.” You say. Then you two start making out again. “Times up!” Someone yells, opening the door, the closet was flooded with light and everyone in the next room saw you two together. Your best friend gasps happily, all the girls stare with envy, but you just walk out, smiling at your boyfriend, as if nothing in the world could fase you now.