//------------------------------// // Need A Ride? // Story: The New Kid // by GodOfBBQ //------------------------------// Chapter 6 Need A Ride? One would think that an intimate moment like that one would last for a long while… Nope. At least two minutes later, the bell rung and the halls were quickly filled with the students of Canterlot High. Students of all colors, sizes, and shapes passed by all eyeing you and Gilda who still sat on the ground. Feeling a tad awkward, you pat her hand to let go. “Okay… You, uh… Can let go now…” Suddenly, you felt a sudden jolt of force push you back. You see Gilda get up and brush off her jacket. “Seeya later loser!” She called out as she rushed down the halls of the school, most likely to get to her other classes. You look down to the ground and sigh. ‘So what did all that mean? Is she still angry with me? No, it can’t be. Oh well...’ As you get up and make your way down the hall, you hear Sonata crash through the bathroom door, looking as if she tried to ram it down. "Freedom! I'm free! I'm as free as a bird!!" She shouted as she ran down the hallways and out the doors ~***~ Well, if things could for once get better, something bad always had to happen. You heavily groaned and grumbled as you hiked up the highway to your home. Why are you hiking the highway in the first place? You had gotten on the bus home about fifteen minutes ago, after taking your seat you decide to read a little novel you have on your phone. The novel seemed to be so enthralling and interesting it distracted you from realizing that you missed your stop and it took the sudden stop of the bus to snap you out of your hypnotic reading state. As you think of why and how you ended up on the highway, you cringed at your own foolishness. ‘Stupid, Stupid, STUPID!! How’d I not notice my stop!?’ Your inner scolding was interrupted by the sudden rush of cars passing you by. Most of all of them getting closer than you would like them to be. “Gah! Stupid... “ You look back to see the design of the car that passed you. “FORD!!!” As you go back to your hike up the highway, the sound of music fill your ears. It begins sounding very subtle and far away, but it soon got louder with each step you took. You pause your trek up the highway to listen in for the music. The occasional sound of speeding car fills your ears but your main focus is the music. Now that it was louder, you could tell that the music was a type of death metal. ‘Hm, sounds a lot like Opeth... ‘ You say as you try to decipher what band the song is from. As your mind browses through the small folder of all the death metal songs you’ve heard, you see a motorcycle with a woman riding it with a brown aviators jacket, and black helmet, hiding the woman’s face from your view. However, you don’t need to see her face in order to know who she was. You turn your body to face the motorcycle. It begins to slow down as it notices you looking at it. The bike keeps slowing down until it comes to a complete stop right next to you on the side of the road. The biker’s hands reach to it’s helmet to lift it off to reveal an unsurprising young woman. Gilda, with a face that says, ‘Why the hell are you hiking up the highway you dingus?’ “Why the hell are you hiking up the highway you dingus?” She asks. ‘Wow, not far off from her expression...’ “Believe me it’s a long story that your simple mind won’t be able to perceive. Now, if you excuse me.” You say as you continue your trek up the highway. “Woah! Hold it dweeb-tard! You have to be a complete idiot if you actually think you’re going to be able to hike this road.” Gilda warned. “And why’s that Gilda?” You ask her. She grins as she points behind her, pointing at the oncoming traffic down the road. You look a little closer to see a cop car in the middle of the auto crowd. “Okay, you made your point. So what then?” You ask looking to Gilda for advice. This seemed to catch Gilda off guard. Her face began to flush with red and she rubbed the back of her neck. “Well… I kinda owe you for, what you did back at school today. So, you need a… Ride or something?” She asked trying her hardest not to make eye contact with you. You stare at her, knowing just how odd she must be feeling. ‘Asking someone if they needed a ride? Or some help? Now she must really be stepping out of her comfort zone...’ You think to yourself. “Um, sure. I’ll need to tell you where I live.” You say simply as you begin to mount her bike. As you do so, she hands you a helmet that was close to hers, but didn't have the face mask. “There, now you can look cool while being a retard! Anyway, yeah you’ll have to tell me.” She agrees. As she starts up the bike, you’re not sure where to grab onto. She doesn't have a back seat, and when you tried to grab onto the back, you couldn’t get a firm grip. “Uh, Gilda. I’m not so sure what to hold onto.” You say sounding as lost and helpless as a child. “Oh my Go- Just pussy up and hold onto my waist.” Feeling quite uncomfortable, you firmly grip onto Gilda’s waist. Soon after, you feel the bike start to drive, first at a slow pace, but it gains speed in only seconds. “So! Where to!?” Gilda asks, raising her voice on account of driving past traffic. “Just up this highway and take a left!” You shout back. It took you a moment to realize it, but this was your very first time on motorcycle. You knew how fast these things could get, and how dangerous riding one can be very dangerous. This thought makes you turn you head to the side to see the road and cars zip past you, almost like a blur of color before disappearing. ‘Oh hell this was definitely a bad idea… AND HOW LONG IS THIS HIGHWAY!!??’ You think to yourself, however you’re left with no time to contemplate these thoughts as you feel a large bump from the bike. Startling you into grabbing tighter and almost hugging Gilda closer to your body. You can feel her body tense up. She either had the same startled experience as you, or she felt your grasp tighten, either way it seemed like she didn’t mind. After a short while, the bike finally reaches the top of the highway, and she stops at a stop sign. “Okay knucklehead, where to?” She asks. “Uh, take a left and stop once you see a tall orange and white building.” Gilda quickly obliges and turns left. The road is more calm, so you two were able to talk. “So… Gilda. Are you and I like, friends now?” You ask sounding nervous. “Uh… I don’t know, why do you ask?” She asks sounding confused. “Well, just a week ago, you threatened to cut me with a knife, and just earlier today you open up to me. So, what’s going on here?” “What’s going on here? What’s going on here? What do you mean, “What’s going on here?” If you had a single brain cell in your little head you’d know that we’re simply acquaintances.” She argues. “Acquaintances who have an emotional breakdowns and need to be held by each other?” You ask arrogantly. “Watch it bub! Or I’ll kick you off this bike right now!” Gilda threatened. “No matter, my apartment is right there.” You say pointing forward. Gilda doesn’t say anything but slightly gasps. “An apartment? More like a condo! How do you afford that?” She asks sounding as if she just saw the most amazing magic trick ever. “To be honest, I really have no idea. All I know is that my mom is secretly paid extra under the table at her work. And my dad works for a deconstruction crew. So, we make a pretty good lump sum of cash.” You say proudly. “Must be good to live in the lap of luxury huh?” Gilda asks sounding more sadder than before. “Yeah… Sure.” You say, not fully sure if she was sad or not. After a few more seconds of driving, she comes to a stop at the front gate of the apartment. “Alright, hop off. That’ll be 20 bucks.” She says simply. “Wait, you’re charging me!?” You ask sounding surprised. “Well, with mommy getting paid extra and daddy breaking down walls for a profit, you shouldn't have a problem paying me. Now fork it over!” She demands. You reluctantly dig into your pockets in search for money, but instead you come up with nothing. “I don’t have any money on me.” You say simply. “Then how’d you use the bus?” Gilda asked. “Bus pass…” You answer simply. “Oh… Right… Well, then I’ll just have to go to your place and get it myself!” She says as she hangs her helmet onto the bike handle. She kicks the stand in place for the bike to hold up as she makes her way to the front gate. “Hey! Gilda! Gilda!” you call out. “You can’t just break into the gates! Besides, you need a key to get past the gate. So there is no way, no ho- What the he- how’d you do that!?” You ask sounding amazed. As you tried to explain why she couldn't break into the front gate, she had already hopped the gate without putting the slightest of effort into it, and was already making her way to the elevator. ‘Damn that gate! I knew they should have given it an extra foot in height!’ You swiftly pull out your keys and you use the key on the sensor to unlock the gate. You rush to the elevator, but you’re left to watch Gilda sarcastically wave goodbye as the elevator doors close. Then, a thought came to your mind. ‘She doesn't know what floor I live on! Ha! I’ll just beat her to it!’ With that thought, he rush to the stairwell and begin to trek up the stairs. ~***~ ‘That fool Gilda! She obviously didn't think to ask what floor I lived on! She’ll be in that elevator for ages! HA! Hahahaha!’ You thought to yourself, sounding like an insane villain. ~*Level 4*~ ‘Yeah, I got her do beat! She won’t know what hit her!’ ~*level 9*~ ‘I’m just flying up these stairs! Whew! Yeah, that’s right baby I’m about to do these stairs right up the bunghole! Yes! That’s right!’ ~*Level 15*~ ‘The one damn day I don’t bring my inhaler! The one, freaking day!’ You think to yourself as you reach the door that you desired for the whole trek up the stairs. You barge through the metal door as you make your way down the hall. You count down the apartment numbers as you go down, starting at O70. ‘O71, O72, O73, O74… Ha! O75!’ You exclaim in your head. But your happy mood is ruined by the look of Gilda trying to pick the lock of your front door. “How did you know?” You ask simply, not knowing what else to ask. “Simple process of elimination. You’re obviously rich, so you wouldn't be living on any of the lower floors. I will be honest though, I did stop at levels 13 and 9 just to check. But this African lady told me that you lived in O75. Also, this apartment building sections it’s floors off stupidly. Really? O75? Retarded!” She finishes off, suddenly, you hear the sound of an unlocking door. You hear Gilda exclaim a “yes” in victory as she swiftly opens the door to be instantly shocked at the luxury of your home. “May be small Gilda, but that don’t mean my home can’t look nice now can it?” You say proudly as you make your way past her. “Oh, and be sure to wipe your shoes on the mat and to take them off before walking on the carpet. We had Juanita clean them yesterday and we’d hate to have her go through that hell again.”