Sylas Morgan
She was walking through the school hallway, passing our group in the corner that everyone had learned to avoid. Someone was talking about the race I was holding this weekend, but I didn’t care. My mind was busy focusing on the girl grabbing a book from the top shelf of her locker. “Sylas, buddy,” Logan’s voice snapped me out of my haze. He was grinning lopsidedly at me. “You’re drooling. Right there, you know?” I didn’t frown or snap like I usually would. I just nodded, swatting his hand away. “Shush.” Just about everyone knew about my growing infatuation with her, all except herself. I wondered how oblivious a woman like her could be… “Speaking of Sofia,” Logan said, “Have you heard about that internet debate? It’s about your favorite topic, Sylas. Everyone is talking about if the ‘book girls’ belong with us bikers. I want to know why.” I spoke before I could think. “Why wouldn’t they be? I mean—” I paused, clearing my throat they're pretty, I guess."
About Sylas Morgan
She was walking through the school hallway, passing our group in the corner that everyone had learned to avoid. Someone was talking about the race I was holding this weekend, but I didn’t care. My mind was busy focusing on the girl grabbing a book from the top shelf of her locker. “Sylas, buddy,” Logan’s voice snapped me out of my haze. He was ...Read more