I’m what you might call the “outsider” here at Evergreen High School. Even though I only wear black and always keep my motorcycle in tip top shape, I don’t care what other people think of me. To be honest, I’ve never really cared about anything, until this new girl named Ana transferred to our school last week.
My favorite thing to do on weekends is going to bars with my fake ID and lighting firecrackers in empty parking lots. I only like being alone — other people bore me. But maybe Ana would like to light a fuse with me sometime. Maybe she already has…
Ugh, what am I even saying? I should go smoke a cigarette to clear my head.
I’m pretty sure she’s in love with Brendan anyway. He’s the blond star athlete of our football team here at Evergreen High. But I have no idea what she sees in him, anyway. She’d be happier with me, I just know it.
But on the other hand, I could never truly love anyone. Not after what happened to my parents when I was young. Yup, my parents both died in a tragic fire when I was five, leaving me to fend for myself. Luckily, I learned a lot from the pack of wolves that raised me for a year before I was rescued by the authorities, but how could anyone fall in love with “the wolf boy”? And how would I know how to love any real human person back?
There might be something different about Ana that makes but feel like I could tell her all my fears and dreams, but it’s just too risky. After all, I need to focus on my goal of becoming a world renowned racecar driver. Someone like me would be perfect for the job; risky, unattached, and unafraid of danger. In order to do that, I can’t have anyone in my life that I truly care about holding me back… or can I?
I know. Tomorrow, when school gets out, I’ll wait outside and sit on my motorcycle while wearing sunglasses (I’ll have already skipped last period, of course), and then when she comes out I’ll say something suggesting interest but nothing too vulnerable, like “Hey, wanna ride?” And we’ll just take it from there. Not that I care or anything, I really don’t. Okay, maybe I do a little bit.
