July something or other.

Bridgette scanned the tall bookshelves of the library absentmindedly. The library was one of her favorite places to go when she wanted to be alone, and sometimes on occasion when she wants to meet someone that she can have an intelligent conversation with. Today was like any other day at the library. Bridgette as always greeted the librarians with a sweet smile and silently made her way over to her favorite section; romance. It was embarrassing; but Bridgette enjoyed curling up on the couch and reading a good romance novel for hours on end. It was Bridgette's dirty little secret that only the librarians and herself knew about and she was not about to let anyone find out.

After only minutes of looking, a bright red cover caught her eye. She picked it out of the bookshelf and dogeared through the pages; looking to see if there was anything worth reading in the contents of the novel. Finding it generally interesting she grabbed it without as much as a glance to the summery and started to move to the counter to check out. She looked back at the section she had grabbed it from and reached for another book by the same author; not even bothering to look inside. She figured it would be a nice surprise when she started to read it, this time not knowing anything about the novel she had picked.

Bridgette continued her walk to the counter to check out, pleased with her choices. She began to drift off into her thoughts; planning her night. She figured it would be a nice night to order in and read her books in peace. She was jerked out of her thoughts suddenly when she knocked into someone; her books spilling to the floor. Mortified she looked at the person in front of her. She groaned as she looked down at the floor, the titles of the books showing for the world to see. She wished she had not picked up the second book, for the title was even more obvious and worse then the first. And it just so happened to have a very sexual title. Bridgette got down onto her knees, trying to pick the books up quickly before the stranger read the titles and she embarrassed herself further.

Matt had a lot on his mind. The school year was approaching and he would have to get back into his normal routine of being an actual grown-up and not staying up at all hours of the night watching the History Channel... or other channels. He decided to make a trip to the library to take back the book he never fully read and maybe get some new ones he knew he would actually read.

He dropped the book in the return box and headed inside. He never really found reading about math to be too exciting - it was more of something you needed to do or teach. Basketball, however, he could read about. He scanned the sports area and found a book about different plays as well as some biographies of some basketball players. He had also been hearing his kids reference some 'Harry Potter' guy all year last year and decided to check it out. He picked up the first book, read the back and decided what the hell. If he was going to mentor kids, he had to get into their perspective. And maybe he'd get these jokes kids kept blurting out in class.

He headed up towards the counter started flipping through the play book on the top of his pile when he bumped something. He thought, at first, that he knocked a display down, but instead it turned out to be a thin girl and he caused her to completely spill all of her books. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." He knelt down to help her with her books, picked one up and couldn't avoid seeing the large lettering that spelled out "Orgy." He didn't read the rest of the title and just cleared his throat a little and handed it her. She looked embarrassed as she took it from him. He smiled and added, "You know... I hear that's a good one." As he stood up he held his hand out to help her to her feet as well. She seemed shy, which wasn't what Matt usually went for, but after seeing the book she dropped, he was having second thoughts. Maybe he was wrong all along... maybe the shy ones had a secret.

"I'm Matt. I don't always go barging through libraries knocking books out of pretty girls' arms, I promise." He put on his wide smile that he knew girls always liked.

Bridgette accepted the book from the man woefully, knowing he had seen the mortifying titles. She studied his face, he was quite handsome and seemed friendly enough. His short light brown hair was done perfectly and looked as if he had spent hours working it to perfection. Bridgette stared at his eyes which were a stunning light blue that Bridgette could easily get lost lost in. "It's fine don't worry about it, I was not paying attention," she voiced blushing and turning over the books in her hands to hide the titles from his eyes as well as her own.

She coughed awkwardly and grabbed his hand he offered and stood up, "I suppose ill find out quite soon," she told him with a small smile and blush trying to hide how mortified she really was. She released his hand quickly after she stood, not wanting to make a fool of herself by forgetting to let go. "Nice to meet you Matt," she offered sweetly ignoring his smooth compliments, "I am Bridgette," she told him simply glancing at the books he was holding. There were quite a few in his hands, which was always a good sign for her.

Many of the titles would be exactly what you expected a guy to pick out even in a library full of many works of literature that would be excellent choices. Sports books. She scoffed, how manly. She rose an eyebrow at Matt, "Basketball and..Harry Potter. Two very different choices," she voiced laughing a little. She never pinned him as the fantasy kind of guy, but who was she to talk. As a child she had read the Harry Potter series multiple times.

"Those are some high class pieces of literature you picked," she pointed out to Matthew with a grin, slightly disappointed he was not the kind of guy who enjoyed novels by more distinguished author. Though Bridgette really should not have pointed out his choice when she was holding romance novels in her arms. "Pity, you seemed more like the Charles Dickens kind of guy," she voiced sarcastically. Sarcasm in her mind was a perfect defense, distract him from the horrifying disaster only moments before.

Matt looked down at his armful of books as she critiqued them. He glanced up and smirked. "They're all for business, not, um, pleasure," he tilted his head towards Bridgette's armful of books, "I'm a basketball coach and a high school teacher. I've started to tutor and mentor kids and I've heard too many references to Harry Potter that I didn't get. So I'm going to try and fix that," he flipped the Harry Potter book and looked at the back, "Sounds like a good story. Must be if I'm the 'only person in the world that hasn't read it,' like the kids claim," he laughed. Matt was always a pretty fast reader, but never wanted many people to know. He actually enjoyed buying books more than checking them out at libraries. He had a reputation to keep, but when girls went back to his apartment and saw his bookshelves full of books, it never seemed to hurt his chances in the end.

"So Bridgette," he folded his arms in front of him and took a half step forward, "what is it that you do when you aren't indulging in your... high class literature?" He raised an eyebrow with his returned hint of sarcasm. He lowered his voice to a whisper and added, "And for the record, I prefer Hemmingway. But we can keep that between you and me," with a wink.

Bridgette stared at the man grinning, "Who said mine were for pleasure reading?" she questioned although she knew it was a lost cause to even try. There was no way she was going to be educating her second graders on the mysteries of romance and sex in their next lesson. Oh what her boss would say, and the parents of the students. It would certainly be a class that they remember for their whole lives when they recall it to their various shrinks that help them get through that traumatic event. "A couch and a high school teacher, I am impressed," she voiced with a grin, "I did not think I could handle the high school kids, boys in particular so I am a second grade teacher," she explained. Bridgette had enough issues in high school, she really did not want to relive those days. "I am sorry to inform you, most likely you are the last man over eighteen to have not read the Harry Potter Series. And you better read fast if you are going to read all seven in a month before school starts again."

"Are you really going to use that tone with me Mr?" Bridgette questioned in her teacher voice with a hint of sarcasm. "When I am not reading my novels usually I am with friends or at work teaching; just like you," she said sarcastically. They were probably more a like then they both thought; but she still pinned him as a player. Thus meaning she really wanted to smack some sense into him before he died of many, many sexually transmitted disease.Bridgette was a helpless romantic and never did like the guys who slept around but the fact that he was a teacher, a tutor and a couch was changing her mind about him quite quickly. "Ah, Hemingway. Personally I am more of a Jane Austen kind of girl," she told him sarcastically, which was completely a lie but she decided she needed to pick a feminist author to get her point across. He needed to realize that she was not another one of his whores and it was going to take a hell of a lot more then a charm to even have her start to fall for him.

Matt liked that she had wit to throw back at him, but the was precisely why he never tended to go for the shy types - they were always smart. He could tell right away she wasn't buying into his usual games. Trouble was, Matt was competitive and found this as a challenge he must win. Game on.

"Well, I certainly hope that you're teaching yourself things from those books and not your second graders..." he laughed. "I'm sure you don't need teaching, though. And don't you worry about me, I can read like the wind. Not sure if I'll get through all, what did you say, seven? Didn't know I was taking on such a feat... I think I'll get the main gist of it." It didn't surprise him that she would be somewhat afraid of handling high schoolers. You needed a thick skin and quick wit, although she seemed to have the wit part down pact.

"I think you'd be able to handle high school boys just fine," he chuckled. "Probably rowdier than second graders, actually." He knew they would probably listen to Bridgette more than they would listen to him. Some of the boys seemed to respect him as a coach, but the rest were typical high school guys that thought everything was lame. The girls seemed to hang on every word he said, which he found funny. A girl actually asked him to prom in the spring, a first for Matt.

"Jane Austen? I always did like Pride and Prejudice." He gave a skeptical look, "Do you have a mister at home, Bridgette?"

Bridgette scoffed, "I know better then to teach them about this," she said blushing, "Though I don't have enough knowledge of it to teach it, I am still the student in this subject." she said slyly knowing he would understand what she meant. Zach had been her first time, and last. Now she was pregnant with her fatherless child, without Zach to take care of the two of them. But she did have her friend Ethan, who to be honest with herself she had feelings for. But it was to soon after the tornado to do anything about it, it would just be wrong.

"It is a pretty interesting series," she told him not letting on about her past obsession with it, "There is Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Malfoy," she told him listing of some of the most important characters. "I don't know if that is the kind of book your interested in but I enjoyed it as a child."

She looked at him disbelieving, "With my luck they would make my life miserable if I worked at the High School." She could already picture the messy classrooms, perverted boys hitting on any female in a mile radius and the dirty jokes that every teacher in the older schools had to deal with. She was perfectly happy with the sweeter, more behaved second graders that had yet to turn into the students that he had to deal with on an every day basis.

Bridgette eyed him impressed, "You read that?" she questioned, "I wouldn't be able to tell you a thing about it, never got around to reading it. But I heard it was good," she added. Her face dropped, not knowing what to tell him. "My husband died during the tornado," she explained, looking away from him and became interested with the books around her. "What about you? Any Mrs?"

Matt nodded and laughed through her answers and reactions until she mentioned that her husband had died in the tornado. Matt had been out of town that day, thankfully, and heard that it had done quite a bit of damage. He felt like a jerk for asking, but how was he to know? She looked distracted or like she didn't want to talk about it, so he tried to move past it. "Oh that's horrible, I'm sorry I brought it up..." He shifted his arms and bashfully said, "And no... there is no mrs at home. I honestly haven't had much time... I guess I keep myself busy to take my mind off of it." He didn't know why he said that. It was something he never really thought about.

"A Jane Austen fan that has never gotten to Pride and Prejudice. Isn't that a sin or something?" he laughed and tried to change the subject. "I believe it's been made into a movie, maybe we'll have to watch it." He wasn't one to give up.

Bridgette smiled weakly at Matthew, "It is fine, just still a hard subject to talk about," she explained casually, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible. "Ah, I see. I did not pin you for the one girl kind of guy," she voiced covering her mouth quickly afterwords. "Not that I don't have complete confidence in the fact that you could potentially be a one girl kind of guy, just it is how you come off as," she said quickly trying to cover up what she said. I should really think before I open my mouth, she thought to herself angerly. She had no intention of angering him but it came out. But he also didn't seem like the kind of guy that got angry over little comments, she just hoped she was not wrong.

"Could very well be," she said sarcastically, even though she had not once read a book by Jane Austen. "You would sit through that with me?"she said generally surprised. "I am so touched," she told him her voice dripping with sarcasm, holding a hand to her heart forgetting that she had books in her arms.They dropped to the floor once more making a loud crash as they did. Bridgette looked over at the librarians with a worried expression, but them seemed unfazed by the sudden noise. They must be deaf, she thought to herself with a snicker, old people. "I really need to stop doing that," she said sarcastically while bending down to retrieve them once more. She had stopped trying to shield the book titles from Matthew, it seemed useless now since he had already seen them. He didn't come off as a guy that would care much anyway, he had done the actions in the books quite a few times most likely. Many times more then Bridgette had at a grand total of one.

Matt acted surprised at Bridgette's 'one woman' comment. He raised his eyebrows and saw that she didn't mean to say it out loud. As she babbled on trying to redeem her comment a smile slowly spread on his face. He looked down with a small laugh and looked back up as she trailed off. "Actually... I get that a lot. Must look like I get around or something..." He did. He just didn't want people to know. He almost hated that he was your typical I-get-basically-every-girl-I-want type - good looking, suave, etc. It seemed to easy at times. He liked the challenge that Bridgette was giving him, though. She was much more smart and confident than any other girl he ran into, literally and figuratively. He found her cute, which was odd for him. Most girls were just hot and bang-able. She had personality, that was the difference.

When she dropped her books again he couldn't hold back his laugh and immediately bent down to help her again. "You don't take compliments well, do you?" He picked up the book that had the provocative title again and instead of handing it back, started to read the back cover. "And I wonder why you'll spend time reading this... but you won't go on a single date with me." He handed her the book with narrowed eyes, trying to figure her out. Matt had never had this much trouble, not for a single movie. "I mean, it doesn't have to be Pride and Prejudice... seeing as though," he lowered his voice and put on a skeptical look, "I don't think you really like Jane Austen."

Bridgette rose a single eyebrow as Matthew slowly smiled. He reminded her if the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, but she was unsure if that was a good or bad thing. She could tell he was sly, and had the pick up lines to boot. She looked at him up and down after he commented that he looks like he got around. But it was obvious to Bridgette that he did get around. And was confident in his abilities, she thought with a raised eyebrow. Though, she did not blame him. Although he was always trying to pick up girls he seemed to be a generally nice guy. A teacher? A tutor? And a Coach? He seemed like the perfect guy in her opinion, minus the getting around. "No Comment," she told him simply, not wanting to elaborate and say something wrong again.

She groaned as he picked up the book once again. Bridgette straightened herself and stood up putting out her hand for the book; which to Bridgette's dismay he did not give her the book but instead began to read the same back cover that she had not even bothered to look at. She attempted to resist a smile from appearing on her face at such a serious conversation, but failed quickly. "Well that is something you will never know," she told him, grabbing the embarrassing book from his hands. She frowned as he caught her in her little white lie, "I like the idea of it more then I actually like the books.." she muttered under her breath.

She stole the book back from him which made him laugh. "Nice steal, ever think about going out for basketball?" He liked getting a rise out of her. She would be angry one minute and smiling the next. He liked the different dynamics he could get out of her. At this point he felt like she was a lost cause. There was no way he was getting her back to his place or hers. It was times like these that the Matt felt like giving up.

"I'll never know, eh? Do you enjoy the idea of those books more than the actual book as well?" He nodded towards the books in her hands and raised an eyebrow. He was just giving her a hard time, and he always wanted to see what she snapped back with in return. He was still thinking about whether or not she would ever give in to him. He couldn't accept the fact that she wouldn't but was almost certain she might not. She saw right through him immediately, which was very rare for him.

"I got it. Harry Potter? Since you doubt my reading skills and think I can't read all seven in a few short weeks, we could watch the movies." He was hoping this was the ticket. He was running out of tricks.

Bridgette stuck her tongue out at him playfully, "Your just jealous because I could totally take you Matthew," she challenged with a sly grin. Bridgette was not a huge fan of sports, except soccer but from her experiences in gym class and watching basketball on television she knew she would not be able to take Matthew. But he did not know that, well besides the fact she was short and not muscular..at all. She did not exactly scream basketball player or athlete for that matter. Matthew on the other hand was much more muscular and built for sports; but she was not complaining. It was a nice view.

She rose an eyebrow at him once again, "You could say that," she voiced sarcastically. She had no idea of how to respond, he could see right through her lies easily. She regretted even picked up the damned thing but the past was the past. Besides it was a great conversation starter, certainly spiced things up quite a bit. Bridgette turned to look at the back cover and began to read excepts from it. She felt the urge to gag and her face scrunched up in disgust. How Vulgar, she thought to herself.

Bridgette laughed, "If you read all seven, in two weeks from today. I will go out on a date with you," she said sarcastically knowing that it was not likely he would even finish the first. "Oh and since I have read them, I will know if you read them or not," she told him beginning to slowly walk away from him and towards the librarians.

Matt laughed out loud to her comment, "Is that a challenge Miss Bridgette? I don't like to toot my own horn... but I don't think you could." He eyed her small frame. If he wanted to, he could pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of here. He thought about it for a brief second, but decided it might be a bit forward.

He saw that she started to read the back of the book, he then had a feeling she may have just grabbed it without reading it by the faces she made. Her look of utter disgust made him chuckle. Maybe she wasn't one of those crazy ladies that sat in her home reading dirty books after all. Hitting on Bridgette was all too fun for Matt and she was too cute for words.

"All seven? I think I could do it. It is just summer school... I've had more time on my hands lately," he narrowed his eyes a bit, "Deal." She slowly began to walk away and he stayed right with her. He let the silence loom while he checked his books out. "Hey Gladys, got some more. Actually... do you have a copy of the second and third Harry Potter's up here by chance?" Yes, Matt knew the librarian by name. He had frequented the library lately and charmed Gladys into giggles every time. "Actually we do, Matt! Did you want to add them to your stack here? That's quite a load." He smiled and handed over his library card, "Well there's a pretty girl that won't go on a date with me unless I read all seven in two weeks... " He glanced towards Bridgette. "Well I hope for her sake that you succeed. Have a nice rest of the day." She winked at Matt and he said his farewell.

He waited by the doors for Bridgette to finish checking out her books. He brought out his phone and checked it for any missed messages. When she was walking towards him he cleared his throat. "So, uh, how will I let you know that you owe me a date without a phone number?"

Bridgette rose an eyebrow at Matthew, "Maybe it is Mr. Matthew. But we all know I would win," she challenged, "So really would it be a challenge?" It was an empty threat anyway that you looked at it but Bridgette said it anyway. It was not like Matthew would actually play her in basketball. So she had nothing to worry about. And if they did have to play, Bridgette knew enough about basketball that with a few shoves and pushing; she could attempt to win. Then it hit her, she could not play at all. She was pregnant. She laughed to herself, what an accuse. But it was true and she did not want to hurt her child that was inside of her by doing something stupid.

Damn," she muttered sarcastically, "I should have made it one week." She had not factored in the amount of times teachers have in the summer, even though she had plenty herself. As she walked away from him she could tell he was following. She would have found this creepy if he was not going to the same place. You would think a gentleman would let the girl check out their books first but to Bridgette's amusement he walked right in front of her and started to check out. Bridgette laughed as Matthew very obviously used his devilishly good looks and charms with the librarian. The librarian..really? Did he attempt it with everyone? Bridgette scoffed at Matthew, Pretty girl? He was trying to hit on her even in conversation. Impressive? Sure. But she was not going to fall for it. Not now, not ever.

Bridgette greeted the librarian with a smile, "Good Morning," she voiced to the kind lady that was still staring at Matthew's retreating figure. She had it bad, even at her age. After the woman checked out her books with much less conversation then she had with Matthew, she made her way to leave but was stopped by Matthew whom was waiting for her. Now he wants to be a gentleman, Bridgette thought sarcastically. "How can I resist you," Bridgette questioned sarcastically, "You even have the librarians charmed. I don't think I will be able to resist your charm for much longer." Bridgette rolled her eyes. "She seems to like you," Bridgette voiced casually resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. She took the phone from his hands and fiddled with it trying to figure out how to put her contact into his phone. She opened his contact book and was not surprised to find a long list of many, many girl names. Most with hearts and winky faces next to them. Balancing her books under her right arm she added her contact with simply just her name before giving it back to him."We will see if you will even need my number," she told him with a small smile. Sure he felt good now, the first three books were the shortest. He will be pleasantly surprised to see how long they get after that.

He could tell Bridgette was not impressed with his charms. He found it humorous. He couldn't figure her out and he needed to. It was now a mission. "Yeah, Gladys is nice. Not my type, though." He put his hands in his pockets while she fiddled with his phone. He could tell she was looking at all the names in his phone, which he realized probably needed to be cleaned out a bit. She handed the phone back and he smiled, "Bridgette Desmarias..." he read out loud. "I can even give you updates on when I finish each book." He smirked at her and put a hand in his pocket. "So you're positive you don't want a free meal from an innocent guy at the library? Maybe just a quick bite? Anything."

He was clicking through his phone while he was talking and glancing up at her briefly. He texted her a simple "Please?" to emphasize his point, and to give her his phone number as well... just in case. He wasn't used to rejection.

'She isn't? What is your type then?" she inquired with a general curiosity. She figured quickly he was in to the blond bimbo. An easy feat for any guy as well as beautiful. Possibly one that was not wearing a lot of clothing when they met; even less after they had known each other for a few..minutes? Hours maybe? It was hard to pin the exact time table of a man, but she was sure with his looks and apparently timeless charm; it did not take long for many of those girls in his contact list to find themselves back at his place. It was disgusting, but that is life.

"Innocent?" she scoffed in disbelief, "For some reason I doubt that. I bet your everything but innocent." The long list of names spoke for him, most she bet were one night stands or booty calls and god knows what. She rolled her eyes at him, her phone contacts were long, but not as long as his. Hers were mostly friends and coworkers. In her favorites were the people she actually had to contact on a daily basis, everyone else was just there in case there was a need to talk to them. But that rarely occurred.

She eyed him and opened her phone and read the small message he sent her. She could not help but smile, what a dweeb. "What are you in high school? I am right here you know." She sighed in annoyance, now she had his number. That was always bad for Bridgette. Now she would be able to call him or text him. If she did not have it she could resist any urge to even think of getting in contact with him. Her life just got a hell of a lot harder. "Here," she said placing her less complicated phone in his hands, "Fill it out in the contacts." She ignored his proposition to go get a bite to eat for the time being, she was unsure wither or not it would be a good idea.

He put his hand on his chin in a thinking fashion, "My type? Hmmm... well, Gladys may be a bit out of my age bracket, I generally like to stick to women under 40," he laughed a little, "I guess... I don't really know my 'type' to be honest. Maybe it's ... brunettes," he flashed a quizzical look.

When she scoffed at his innocent comment he tried to look offended. "Harsh. Do you give every guy this hard of a time? Or is it just me?" He really didn't understand why this was so difficult. Had she seen him in a bar? Doubtful. Not that it was a bad thing, it would be a good change of pace to talk to someone who didn't know his secret. Although, she seemed to already know somehow.

He was glad he got a smile out of her. Finally. He smiled back, "Well, I do hang out with high schoolers all day, every day. Seems they might have rubbed off on me." He took her phone and punched in his name. She seemed to have a long list of contacts as well, causing him to raise an eyebrow at her briefly for judging him like he knew she was. He knew planting his number in her phone would be tempting, it always was. And when he texted her later, she couldn't use the excuse that she didn't know who was calling/texting her. He handed the phone back to her, "Oh, don't think I didn't notice you dodging that question, by the way." He gave a smirk and folded his arms in front of him waiting for her to respond.

"Brunettes?" Bridgette scoffed, "I pinned you for the blonds actually, but at least your not in to cougars,"she told him with a slight look of disgust. A few years was okay when a man dated an older woman, but over five or six years? It got a little creepy after that, it was like dating your mother in Bridgette's opinion. She would never date a younger guy, unless she really liked him. It was to awkward in her opinion, she would rather stick to the older men. Somehow the maturity level would even out as the men got older. Sometimes, she thought eying Matthew, because sometimes a man just never grows up.

"Oh don't worry," she said sympathetically as she put a hand on his shoulder in mock comfort, "I give you ]all the special treatment." She removed her hand from his shoulder immediately after she had placed it on there and grinned at Matthew. She knew he did not mind that she was a challenge, he thought this was a game. That a smile and a few kind words and moves would woo her like all of his other whores. But Matthew needed to have a news flash, she was not a whore. She may have been a challenge to him, but she was one that he was not going to win.

"I see," she said simply. She was never fond of the ways of high school. It had been a horrible time for her. Sure she was not ugly, but she had not been at the top of the food chain either. Here and there she was made fun of, it was not exactly a time Bridgette that she looked at and thought it was the best years of her life. "I am not dodging," Bridgette said defensively. Maybe she was, but she was not about to admit that to the man in front of her. He just wanted her to be another notch on his bed post. And she refused to let him think he would succeed. Sure he was handsome and funny, but he was also a womanizer. And she would not fall for a womanizer, not even a tiny bit.

Matt kept eye contact while she touched his shoulder. It seemed more and more like she just didn't like him. "Well I don't see what the big deal is. It's just food." He shrugged and searched his pockets for his keys. He almost forgot that he rode his motorcycle over and looked over his shoulder to make sure his helmet was still there. He hadn't expected to be in the library for so long.

He sighed, "Looks like I'll just have to wait the two weeks... or maybe sooner. Just gives me all the more reason to read faster." He winked at her. "Well, Bridgette. I'm extending my offer once more... we can still go get some food. Or I can offer you a motorcycle ride... either one." He put his hands out as if he were physically offering them to her.

He started to slowly walk backwards into the sun filled parking lot. He put on his sunglasses, "Going once... going twice..."

Bridgette winked at Matthew, she was just giving him a hard time either way. Womanizer or not he was still a nice guy. She was just unsure if she should get involved in that way with him. But friends, friends she could do. Easy. He was nice to be around and was generally friendly and a heck of a flirt. But Bridgette flirted a lot to, so she was aware in the back of her mind she really did not mind. It kept things interesting. But Bridgette also knew she would not be able to take being just another notch, not again. "Don't worry Matty I am just joking, don't go and get your boxers in a twist," she told him with a smile smile.

An excited grin swept across Bridgette's face and her brown eyes gleamed with excitement. She loved motorcycles ever since she had begun to have lessons with Lilly. Well that was until she died in the tornado, one of many friends she lost that day. "A motorcycle? Can I drive please?" She knew that it was usually hard for someone to let another person . It was like her own little test. If he let her drive his motorcycle, maybe just maybe he was more serious then she though. But if he did not; either he just wanted her for sex or he really had some trust issues. But Bridgette hoped with all her heart that she could ride it. It had been forever since she had drove one, and she was eager to get back on another.

"Wait," Bridgette said with a small smile, "I will go get some food with you. But can I drive it please, please, please?" Bridgette begged, "Just around the parking lot after we eat? I wont break it I promise!" Bridgette was so ecstatic that he had a motorcycle, she had never gotten around to getting one because of Lilly's death but she still loved the feeling of independence when she rode one. It was one in the kind feeling Bridgette was addicted too. "I will do anything if you do let me drive it," Bridgette offered with a small smile, "Well anything but a date, you have to earn that on your own buddy." Bridgette watched as he put on his sunglasses, wishing she had brought her own. She looked up at the sky and sneezed, she hated when that happened when you first go outside. She walked over and reached up standing on the tips of her toes and took his sunglasses and took them off of his face before placing them on her own. "Stylish," she said with a small laugh before standing on her tippy toes once again to put them back on his face. Bridgette breathed in deeply and was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of his cologne, a very nice scent to be exact. She moved a step away from him, resisting any temptations. "So how about that food? I am getting hungry."

He halted in his tracks when she said the word "wait.' He put his hands on his hips let out a small laugh. It seemed like the outside air had completely changed her attitude. That... or she was like most and didn't want to like him, but did. He glance back at his motorcycle. "You want to drive my baby, huh? Of course you do.." Matt's motorcycle was a side project he had back on the farm. While his brothers were out in the fields, he was in the garage with his younger brother. He wouldn't let his brother do anything, because he was the klutz of the family, but he enjoyed his company. He had found the old motorcycle in the garage one day and his dad said that if he fixed it, it was all his. He studied multiple books about mechanics and such and eventually figured it out. He raised money with summer jobs to buy the parts and to his family's surprise, it finally started up and seemed brand new.

Bridgette begged him to drive it. He briefly wondered if his practically begging for a date and food was this annoying. He had never had anyone but his dad drive it before. Matt clearly had trust issues, but he also really wanted to win Bridgette over. While he was mulling it over she stepped closer to him and pulled off his aviators and put them on her own face. She looked almost adorable to Matt. "I try to stay very trendy..." he replied joking. "Actually... I had to confiscate them from a student and he never came back for them. So, new sunglasses." She inched up on her tippy toes and carefully placed his sunglasses back on his face. He felt a little spark with her that he hadn't felt with the usual girl. Then again, she wasn't the usual girl. He could see that she breathed in, and smiled as she took a step back. Yep, she needs to be on my motorcycle. When it came to women, his judgment was a little clouded.

"Okay... I suppose. But only in the parking lot after you eat with me. Come on..." He grabbed her hand and headed towards the bike. He gave her the helmet so if anything did happen, she would be safe. He climbed on the bike and started it up.

Bridgette grinned, knowing she was breaking him down. Sure she was using the annoying date act but it was well worth it. It was a sacrifice she would have to make by acting like all of the other girls he wanted to take out. But Motorcycles were worth it. "It is a very nice bike. Did you build it yourself? My friend Lilly was a mechanic and gave me a bunch of lessons and she was also going to build me my own bike before she passed," Bridgette explained with a small frown. It made her miss Lilly more then anything but she shook the thoughts from her head. She had to look past all the mourning, her friends and family would not have wanted her to live this way. "I fell in love with it the moment I rode one," she said smiling, "It was tons of fun with Lilly."

She laughed lightly at Matthew, "So your stealing from children now?" she asked with a small smile, "But they look good on you, so I suppose it was worth it," she added and turned away so he would not see her slight blush on her cheeks. She stared at his bike for a moment while the heat left her cheeks and she admired it from afar. It was older then Lilly's bike for sure, but it was still a nice model. She turned back to Matthew and waited for his answer, hoping that he would say yes.

Bridgette ran up to Matthew and hugged him, "Thank you so much!" she said happily while allowing him to lead her to his bike. He handed her the helmet and she looked on his bike for another but found nothing. "What about you?" she asked worriedly and frowned. He got on the bike without a helmet causing Bridgette to frown more. She thought back to her rides with Lilly, but the helmet was at the apartment because she walked everywhere. She sighed and defeat and got on after Matthew and placed her arms around him tightly. She placed her head against his back lightly, and waited for him to drive them to god knows where. I cannot believe I'm going out to eat with a stranger, she thought to herself and readjusted the books in her lap so they would not fly off.

Ah, so she knew something about motorcycles. "Gettin' more and more perfect by the moment." he mumbled. "Um, yeah, sort of. Rebuilt it from basically a pile of rubble in a shed. Don't think my dad thought I would pull it off, but I was determined to prove him wrong." He gave Bridgette a look hoping she got the hint. "I must say, I did not expect you to be a motorcycle lover. But it's a very pleasant surprise." Bridgette must have had a lot of pain in her life seeing as though her friend had also passed away. It must have been partly where her slight toughness came from. She seemed to not let people in very easily, at least not Matt.

"Oh, and don't forget. You said you would do anything." With that, the engine revved up. She hesitated with the helmet but he just motioned her to get on the bike. He wasn't too worried. He wouldn't be going fast and he would be extra careful with precious cargo aboard with him. When her arms wrapped around him he smiled a bright smile. He revved the engine once before taking off. It was a step of success. A moment ago, this was a far distant possibility and somehow, he finally convinced her to go somewhere with him.

He rode through the streets not exactly knowing where to go. Matt didn't usually eat out. That's what he decided exactly where they would dine. He pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex and knew she would have a few questions for him. He turned the engine off and didn't even move to get off the bike and just put his hands up in surrender, "Before you say anything... you said you'd go eat with me. I'm eating at my apartment... and now you are, too." He waited for her reaction hoping it wouldn't be too harsh.

Bridgette frowned as he mumbled something under his breath, confused to what she had done wrong. Her heart dropped in her chest, feeling bad that she had bothered him about his bike. "You know you don't have to let me ride your bike. I know it is very special to you," she said looking down in shame. It was rare that she would push someone so hard for something and now she felt the waves of guilt begin as he explained how much of his heart and soul went into his bike. Bridgette looked up at him, her eyes full of hope. "Really?' she said slightly happier that he did not mind about her little episode before. Bridgette thought back to what he had said, apparently he had a knack for proving people wrong. Which of course was its own pleasant surprise in its own. "I guess I am a bit different," she said awkwardly, not knowing how to respond because she was unaware of what kind of comment it had been.

"That I did Matthew, that I did," she voiced with a small smile, "I intend on keeping my promise no worries," she explained to him. She always kept her promises, even if this one was with a handsome stranger. But the term anything also had a line, she was not going to have sex with him or anything. But anything in a simple more innocent manor she would do. She smiled and gripped him tighter as he sped off from the library,
and towards a destination unknown to Bridgette. She felt bad taking his helmet, and hoped he drove safely. She would feel guilty if he ended up getting hurt because of her; even if he had insisted she took his only helmet. She looked up confused as they arrived, it was not a diner or cafe but an apartment complex. She figured quickly it was his causing her heart sink once more in her chest. Was he using her for sex as she thought in the beginning? She shook the horrible thoughts from her head, figuring he just needed something from his apartment. She sighed after he announced they were eating at his apartment, all the fears from before fading.

Bridgette shrugged and got of the bike after him, trying to hide the excitement of seeing were he lived. It had always been a strange after thought to her, that people she knew had lives other then of what she knew. Would his apartment be messy? Would it be obsessively clean? The thoughts rushed through her mind quickly, different conclusions popping up quickly in her mind. "I don't mind. Do you need any help making it?" she asked attempting to be helpful. She pulled of his helmet and handed it lightly to him before fixing her hair slightly and picking up her books from the seat of the motorcycle. "Lead the way," she said happily and linked arms with him childishly, as if he was Prince Charming and she was Cinderella entering a ball. She hated to admit it, but she was warming up to Matthew already.