The Fine Line by Alicia Kobishop Page A

another guy. 
    “Evan!” I called.  Evan turned to look at me, and I began to step away from Logan, but my arm was yanked back.  I looked down at my wrist to see Logan’s hand grasping it.
    He knew me well enough by now to know my intention.  “Liv, don’t fucking go with him.  You don’t know that guy,” he pleaded, still upset but with a morsel of fear behind his eyes.
    “You don’t know him either, Logan.  He seems nice enough to me.”  I pulled my arm from his grasp.  “And stop telling me what to do.”
    I ran across the street to Evan, who was straddling his bike, and he looked at me with an amused grin.  “Hey,” he said.
    “Hey.  Are you leaving?”
    “Yeah.”  He nodded in Logan’s direction.  “I’m not really feeling this place anymore.”
    “Yeah.  Me neither.”  I looked around nervously and realized that I wasn’t normally this forward with people.  “Any chance I might be able to catch a ride with you?”
    His eyes lit up and a small grin crossed his face.  “I think I can manage that.”
    “Good.  But I’ve never been on one of these things before.”  I pointed to his bike.  “Is there anything I need to know?”
    He smiled as he reached down and pointed to some bicycle pedal looking things.  “These are the foot pegs.  Make sure you keep your feet on these.  If you move them, you might get hurt.”
    He put his hand out to help me onto the bike.  After crossing my modestly-sized purse in a diagonal with the strap on my right shoulder and the pouch by my left hip, I mounted the bike. 
    He continued.  “When I turn right, look right.  When I turn left, look left.  If you do that, your body will naturally lean where it needs to.”  He turned to face me and placed his helmet on my head, adjusting it to fit.  Taking my hands and placing them on his hips, he turned to face forward.  “Stay close to me, and don’t let go when we are moving.  Try to be an extension of me when we ride.” I let out an excited giggle. 
    “Alright, I think that’s it,” he said.  “Where to?”
    My car was parked at Frank’s, and I told him where it was.  He started his bike, creating a loud, powerful roar that caused a great deal of heads to turn and glance in our direction.  I didn’t look back at Logan.  Depending on what his expression would be, it would either cause me to feel guilty or hurt.  Not only was the effect that Logan had on me becoming a problem, I didn’t want to ruin the thrill I was feeling.
    The thrill only increased as we sped off down the road, and when we reached the interstate, an exhilarating rush swept through me.  I held on to Evan tightly, somewhat fearing for my life, while at the same time, with no barrier between myself and the elements, I felt truly free.  And freedom was exactly what I needed. 
    We rolled into the parking lot of Frank’s, and he pulled up next to the only car in the lot…mine.  After he shut his engine off, I took the helmet off my head and handed it to him.  “That was amazing.  Thank you,” I said.
    “Anytime.”  He grinned as I dismounted his bike.  “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
    “Yeah, maybe we can.”  I smiled as I took my keys out of my purse and pushed the button on my car door remote, unlocking them. I opened my car door and paused, turning to face him.  “Bye, Evan.”
    He continued to grin as he put his helmet on.  “Later, Liv.”
    His bike growled as he started it back up.  After giving me one last smile, he drove out of the lot and down the strip.  My phone buzzed as I settled into the seat of my car.  Three texts and one missed call.  All from Logan.  The last text read:
     
    Plz just tell me if u r still alive.
     
    A long sigh came out of me.  There was no sense in making him worry about me all night, so I responded to him.
     
    Evan’s gone, I’m in my car, still alive.  We need to talk.

 
    A moment later, my phone buzzed again.
     
    I know.  Sorry for