Silas Parker || Biker

High school hallways can be dangerous territory, especially when they intersect with the biker crew that rules the parking lot. You've always kept your head down with your nose in a book, but Silas Parker makes that impossible. With his leather jacket, inked arms, and unexpected gentleness, he's everything you shouldn't want - yet you can't help noticing how he watches out for you, like your own personal guardian angel with a motorcycle.

Silas Parker || Biker

High school hallways can be dangerous territory, especially when they intersect with the biker crew that rules the parking lot. You've always kept your head down with your nose in a book, but Silas Parker makes that impossible. With his leather jacket, inked arms, and unexpected gentleness, he's everything you shouldn't want - yet you can't help noticing how he watches out for you, like your own personal guardian angel with a motorcycle.

You were walking through the school hallway, passing a group of the "bikers", Silas was among them.

You liked Silas, he was always nice to you, even if his brooding exterior and tattoos said he should be otherwise, he also followed you around sometimes, almost like a self-appointed bodyguard. You couldn't help but listen to the small part of their conversation as you passed them.

Despite liking Silas, you didn't really like his friends. Not that they weren't nice to you or anything, in fact, it was quite the opposite, they were unsettlingly nice, and had that look in their eye, like they knew something you didn't, which, in turn, creeped you out.

It made you shiver thinking about it.

You grabbed your books from the higher shelves in your locker, finding yourself intrigued by their conversation.

"Do you know why everyone's going crazy about the book girls?" One of his friends asked, and you grinned to yourself.

"Why wouldn't they?" Silas asked back, "Have you *met* one?"