The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter twenty-one

Elena’s pov

There was something special about that motorcycle ride. I couldn’t deny its allure.

As I rode on the motorcycle, the wind tousled my hair, creating a beautiful wavy effect. I longed to feel the rush of air against my face too.

There was something about the ride, the openings and connection with nature that made me feel free in a weird kind of way.

It was so different from a car where you were locked up but I could feel every inch of the air prickling on my skin.

If I wasn’t so scared enough, I’d have let go of Mac and raised my hand in the air to feel the complete sense of freedom, the air brushing through my face.

The most amazing thing was the sunset view. The sun was going down, painting the sky with a vibrant orange glow that blended beautifully with the blue clouds.

And as the motorcycle sped down the road, it made it appear like a flashing light of orange and blue.

It was beautiful and I didn’t know when I rested my head against Mac’s back as I admired the beauty of the setting sun.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I don’t remember when I last saw the sunset, most of my evenings were spent at home and my ex and I had mostly hung out during the day.

But seeing this beauty made me realize just how much I’ve been missing staying cooped up in that house, with nothing but Greek mythology stories to keep me company.

I inhaled deeply, shutting my eyes, and feeling the gentle thump of Mac’s heartbeat beneath my head. The scent of his sweet lavender enveloped me as I took another deep breath.

Unintentionally, I tightened my hand around him and a sudden wave of safety and comfort rushed through me and I didn’t want this ride to end.

But life didn’t always go as I planned and soon we pulled off at the front of what looked like a park.

I frowned, every feeling I had felt earlier vanished into thin air as Mac pulled the motorcycle to a stop and I pulled my hand away and took off the helmet.

“Did you enjoy the ride?” He asked me, his eyes staring intently at me and I looked away, my cheeks tainting a little.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I responded and he chuckled, putting off the engine and placing the helmet over it, and stepping out of the bike.

“The sunset is always beautiful at this time of the night. I wanted you to see it properly,” Mac said, touching my hair and placing a bang over my ears.

I felt a spark through me and I noticed he must have felt it too as he drew back and coughed awkwardly.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, noticing there were a lot of people coming out of the pack and a lot more going in.

He glanced towards the entrance and exclaimed, “Hey, there’s a carnival happening tonight! I thought you’d enjoy going. It’s going to be a blast, I guarantee it!”

I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t a fan of parks because it was crowded, too many couples having fun and holding hands like the place was built solely for them. Uhm, excuse me, stop intimidating the single ones.

And lastly, there were too many rides that had a lot of distance between the seats and the ground. I was scared of heights. And I couldn’t tell him any of my reasons.

“Ok. But I’m too tired to do any rides. My legs hurt from your death trap,” I said and Mac chuckled before leading us to the entrance.

“Sure, come on,” He said and we both walked in.

The park was bursting with people, from children who chased each other with water guns or did horse rides to teens who were hanging out in the open and sucking each other’s faces off.

Then parents glared at each other as their kids played with each other as if they’d known each other for a long time.

The smell of candy floss filled my nose as well as the sizzling of hotdogs and roasting of barbecue.

“What should we do first?” he wondered as he asked me, and I shrugged, scanning the lively array of game stalls but finding none that caught my interest. I gestured towards a shooting booth, and Mac and I strolled in that direction.

A woman was standing in front of it as she waved us over.

“I want to know more about you Elena,” He suddenly said and turned to him surprised.

“No, there is no need for that,” I said as we got closer to the shop.

“Why do you always push me away?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Because this is all a game to you. And I’m not interested in being one of the girls you cross off your lists.”

Mac laughed as we got to the shop and the woman greeted us. I looked around and it was some kind of a shooting game with toy guys and a huge glass of stuffed toys. I saw a really cute panda and Mac caught me staring at it.

“Do you like it?” He asked me and I shook my head, looking away from it.

“I don’t like stuffed toys, what am I? Twelve?” I asked and Mac smirked.

“I’ll win it for you,” He said proudly and I scoffed.

“Don’t bother, I’ll throw it away,” I said and Mac ignored me turning to the woman.

“How do I play?” He asked and she smiled at us.

“You have to shoot those little soldiers off, all of them to win a stuffed item of your choice,” She said and I looked at the long row of soldiers. It was impossible to do that as they were constantly moving from left to right.

“That’s impossible, you can’t possibly win,” I said and Mac smirked, giving the lady some cash and picking up one of the guns.

“Trust me,” He smirked at me.

“Until pigs fly,” I responded and he chuckled before turning to the game and cracking his fingers.

“If I win, you owe me one,” He said and I didn’t hesitate in my response.

“Yes,” I said. He wasn’t going to win, I was sure of that.