Last chapter was a little weird...

Amy's P.O.V
I took her ( surprisingly ) soft hand, the clicking of heels drawing closer.

Signe grasped my hand tighter and pulled me up while leaning outwards of the window causing her to fall, but me with her...

I closed my eyes in fright, instinctively held tighter onto signe's hand.

Before I could register what happened my head landed on something soft and squishy...

What the heck is this? All I know is its warm, soft, squishy and feels like a pillow ( and I would probably fall asleep on whatever this is)

"AMY" someone whisper-shouted but it was muffled by the thing my head laid comfortably on.

I looked up to see a pissed off signe, I looked back down to see what my head landed on..

I stared blankly down, dumbfounded that I landed directly, dead center of her.. Chest pillows...

"My god Amy" signe let out a frustrated sigh, I registered what I was doing. I was staring at another girls chest.. Not just that but it was signe's chest..

"GAH, IM SO SORRY!!! " I yelled but quickly covered my mouth with my soft hands.

I quickly sat up.. But I think that made our position even worse...

She was laying flat on her back, and I was sitting on her lap, it looks so wrong but yet.. Feels so right..

I looked back down at her beautiful murky blue eyes, she looked into my chocolate brown eyes. And we both busted out laughing. I don't know why, we just did.

Eventually our laughter died down and I stood up while offering a hand to signe. She eyed my hand weirdly. " have you never been helped up before?" I said in a joking manner, but my giggle died down as I looked at signe.

Her head was hanging low in shame, 'she really doesn't' I thought astonished. My eyes widen In realisation.

" here take my hand, and then I pull you up" I told her carefully and slowly. She nodded and gripped tightly to my hand.

I pulled her up onto her feet, "uhh you can let go of my hand now" I said awkwardly as I looked down at our interlocked hands... Why did it look and feel so right?

But before I could really think of it, she let go of my hand.. It felt like a little piece of me died when she let go? Why??

Signe started walking away her hips swaying side to side slightly, " w-wait up!" I yelled out to her as I ran up to her.

" come on, I left my motorbike somewhere in the carpark, that's why i had to walk to school" I looked at her astonished, but wasn't she poor... How did she afford this?

I looked forward to see that we were already at the car park, the car park was in front of the school.

The car park was almost empty with only cars and one motor bike. I'm assuming the majority of the cars were teacher cars.

I looked at the only motorbike, it was jet black with white handles and seating. It stood proudly in the carpark.

Signe walked toward the motorbike picking up the helmet that was seated perfectly on the cushion. The helmet was also jet black with a white outline on the glass part.

She set the helmet on and tightened it. " Come on, otherwise a teacher will catch us " she said turning around now looking at me, her hair sat on her shoulders ( right now she still has long hair ).

Not gonna lie she looks pretty cute in that motorbike helmet..  NOPE NO, Amy your straight you can literally get any guy you want, there's no way in hell your falling for a girl.

Signe turned around again, her back now facing me. She sat down on the motorbike, I walked up towards her. " do I just sit down?" I said cautiously, you can't blame me I've never even touched a motorbike.

" no you stand up and pretend like your motherfucking queen Elizabeth" she said sarcastically, while ( I suppose ) she rolled her eyes.

" you sit close behind me, and hold my waist  so you don't fall off" she explained, as I sat behind her placing my hands on her hips but moved them up to her waist, I didn't realise this girl had such a great body...

Why did this feel so right? My hands gripping onto her clothed  waist. Signe put the keys in and the engine fired alive, I movedy hands inwards of her waist, now I'm hugging her waist while I dug my face in the crook of her neck.

" we haven't even started moving " signe taunted as she laughed at the end of her sentence, my grip tightened as the motorbike actually started moving.

"Hold tight!"