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"Get dressed, I'll see you outside the room in a couple minutes. Oh, and find sneakers or something too." I want to ask him what for, but he walks out of my room, closing the door behind him. I don't even hesitate as I jump off the bed and run for my dresser. I took most of my good clothes with me, but I find a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, sweatshirt and even a pair of old sneakers.
                  I open the door once I'm dressed, and Avery is standing there, texting on his phone. He glances up at me and does a double take. "You look better like that anyways," he states, before texting again.
                  "Where are we going?" I ask.
                  He winks before walking away from me, then waves his hand for me to follow. I obey him of course, I could never say no to Avery. We make our way back downstairs, and I don't even think twice about him not answering my question. When I see my parents, he walks over and whispers something to my mom, who then turns and looks me over before nodding yes to Avery. He then walks over to his mom and whispers to her, giving her a hug. I follow after him again once I see that he is heading for the door.
                  When I get outside I look around at all the fancy cars. I wonder which one is his. I can picture him driving a black sports car or something muscular. What I wasn't picturing at all was the midnight blue motorcycle, but now that I see him standing next to it, I'm breathless. It just adds to the sexiness of this man. "What are you waiting for?" he asks as he climbs onto the death trap.
                  "I'm not riding on that thing," I say, pointing to his bike.
                  Of course he laughs at me, clearly amused by my doubts. "Yes you are, come on." I walk slowly towards him, like you would to a stranger’s dog or something. I'm terrified, I've never been on a bike of any sorts before. Well, not one that is motorized. "Here," he says, handing me a helmet.
                  "Um," I say while looking at the helmet, "how do I put it on?"
                  Avery chuckles again, "seriously? I'll help." He puts it over my head and buckles a strap under my chin, adjusting it until it fits snug. My head feels pounds heavier, but I also feel a hundred times safer. That is, until I straddle the back of him. The only thing that is causing me any amount of joy is the proximity of Avery and myself. I squeeze my thighs close to him, put my arms around his waist and hold on tight.
                  The bike moves slowly backward, before it zips off out of my parents’ driveway and down the open road. I don't even look, I just keep my head as close as I can get it to Avery's back, while closing my eyes tight. What seems like hours later, but probably only twenty minutes, we pull into a parking lot. I finally open my eyes and take a look around. The place has maybe ten vacant cars in the lot, all scattered in different places, and the building looks like an old warehouse that no one has entered in ages.
                  When Avery stops, I climb off the back and manage to pull the helmet off without any help. "What are we doing here?" I ask him. It's creepy and isolated, I feel like I am in a horror movie.
                  He laughs once more, and I'm realizing every time he does this, I fall a little harder for him. He acts like a little happy boy, yet is a grown up, sexy man. A deadly combination. "You ask too many questions. You'll find out in a few minutes."
                  We walk over to the building together and go out in the back. A tall, heavy set guy is standing near an opened window. He eyes me before Avery, then nods his head towards me in question. I feel like I'm going to throw up, this is all a little too creepy and weird for me. I don't understand what is going on, and why I'm not getting answers. Avery on the other hand is acting