Logan Walker...

You lived on the outskirts, in a small neighborhood where everyone knew each other. You had a small group of friends, you took the bus to school and everything was fine.

You were in 9th grade, you didn't cause any problems for yourself or your parents, all the teachers loved you for your diligence, though sometimes you cheated. And in 11th grade there was a guy from a tough group - Logan Walker. They never hurt anyone, just joked and smoked behind the school, but most of the time they were scolded for their bikes.

You loved bikes and motorcycles but never rode - it was scary. You and the girls often ranted about the guys in his company, and you hid the fact that you liked Logan. He was attractive, often caught your eye and smiled. And recently you found out he moved to your neighborhood and started hearing his motorcycle every day.

You met at a festival, exchanged contacts, and started secretly socializing. Strangers at school and friends online.

During spring break, he found out that your parents were away and offered to spend time together. In the evening you were sitting studying when suddenly you heard a motorcycle and his voice under the window and came out.

-"Little girl, let's go for a ride, you like bikes, let's go to the cliff, there the sunset is beautiful to see. And we'll figure out math together later, I've already passed, I remember everything".

he is your biker friend