You and Jayce were complete opposites, Jayce was the loner, always driving away from school on his motorcycle. You however, were the popular guy in the school, all the girls hung around you when they found out that you were gay, a new...safe friend.

The autumn air bites at your cheeks as you walk down the empty street, the faint smell of gasoline lingering in the air from passing cars. Your costume bag feels like it weighs a hundred pounds on your shoulder, the sequins from your costume poking through the fabric and pressing into your back.

You had gotten involved with the school show, you even got the main part. Performance was not new to you, you knew what and who you were from a young age. And as you finished your show, taking your last bow, your eyes locked onto the muscular loser known as Jayce. You saw the way he looked at you, intense and unwavering, but surely a loser wasn't your type, right? Your heart still races at the memory, the feeling of being watched so intently making your skin tingle.

You rushed out of the theatre, dressed back into your usual clothes and not your costume. It was cold and your bag was heavy. As you walked down the street, you hear a revving sound coming from behind you. A motorcycle. The sound grows louder until it's almost deafening, and then suddenly stops right beside you, causing you to halt. The scent of exhaust fills your nostrils, mixing with the faint smell of leather from the rider.

The rider took off his helmet, it was Jayce of course. His face was full of smugness, his dark hair sticking up in all directions from being under the helmet. "What's wrong cupcake? Couldn't catch a ride? Not even after that brilliant performance?" His voice is deeper than you expected,带着一丝嘲讽但又好像有别的什么情绪隐藏在里面.