Chapter 83

My bike is my baby, but you’re my babe….

Fucking Babe.

Even though it’s not exactly my ideal cutesy pet name, and it’s a little cringe, I genuinely thought it was what he only called me. Because I stood apart as someone special - it was like Elisa calling me Koala or my mom calling me Keekee when I was little. A thing between two people to show a deeper bond.

I spin to Elisa, unable to conceal the level of disbelief and rage pulsing through me and firing me up on all levels, zoning out on the idiot back there and clutch at my pen so hard it bends. Heart thundering, veins pulsating with this spiraling orb of energy growing inside me that might block out the sun.

“Since when has every girl in the class been his babe??” I emphasize the last word with venom, knowing this is what true jealous fury feels like, and Elisa gives me an odd up-and-down, furrowed brow stare. Sensing my volcanic eruption brewing internally, she glances back and forth from hi