Gamer Superstar

Chapter 126 126 - Ride

As I slowly made my way home, following my father's car, I noticed a lot of people on the sidewalk staring at me.

Wearing this tight black shirt, which showed off my muscles even more, combined with the black helmet, black gloves, and black motorcycle really drew attention.

As I passed a group of women, I noticed that some of them were smiling as they pointed at me.

This made me want to give the bike a little gas, which scared them a little, but made them smile even more.

Since my helmet was black and the visor was reflective, people couldn't tell what I was looking at, which was great.

Instead of going straight home, my dad stopped at a motorcycle shop and I bought another helmet.

I could have bought it at the store where I bought the bike, but I forgot.

I was so excited about the bike and riding it that I didn't think to buy another helmet.

So I went back to the store and bought a black helmet just like mine and took advantage of the fact that it was already there and bought a leather jacket to wear when it got cold.

Since the helmet and the jacket were of really good quality, I paid $500 for the helmet and $400 for the jacket, making a total of $900.

Was that a lot of money? Sure, but considering that the helmet was literally the only piece of safety equipment that would keep me and my passenger from dying if something happened, I wouldn't be stingy about saving on something like that.

The jacket was also motorcycle ready and was both comfortable and safe, protecting me from minor injuries if I fell off the bike.

After buying the bike, gear, and transferring $4,000 to my father to help pay the household bills, my bank account had dropped to $21,000, which was still more than enough to get me through the rest of the month and buy most of the things I needed.

We finally got home in a few minutes.

If I hadn't had to keep up with my dad, I would have gotten there much faster by weaving in and out of cars, but the slow ride home made me realize that there was a lot of fun to be had enjoying the road and the view.

I had left my jacket and extra helmet in his car because it wasn't warm enough to wear a jacket and it would be uncomfortable to walk around with another helmet.

When I saw my dad parked in front of our house, I gave the bike a little gas to make enough noise to get my family's attention, but not so much as to disturb the neighbors.

Just as I'd imagined, the first curious head to peek out of the window was Ethan, who was shocked to see me through the window.

Seeing my dad next to me, Ethan ran to the front door and slowly made his way towards us.

Since I was still wearing my helmet, I noticed that he was confused and worried about who I was.

Through the visor of the helmet I could see his eyes searching the area and a smile came to my face.

Lifting the helmet slightly, I asked.

"Looking for me, buddy?"

Seeing that I was the one on the bike, Ethan's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in amazement.

"You bought a motorcycle?!" He shouted excitedly.

At Ethan's shout, my mom and Liv were surprised and came running out of the house to see me sitting on the bike with my helmet in front of me, smiling at Ethan.

"Yeah, since I'm going to a new school, I thought it would be nice to buy a car so I could drive there and not have to take the bus, but since I didn't have the money to buy the car I wanted, I bought the bike I wanted first." I explained to him, watching his expression get even more excited.

"What car do you want to buy?!" He asked.

"Secret...you won't know until I buy the car." I said laughing, making him anxious, but he was soon distracted as he approached my motorcycle and looked at it carefully and curiously.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before, Buddy?" I asked.

"Never..." He replied. "Can I run my hand over it?" He asked.

I nodded and watched him run his hand very gently over the bike, knowing that his "ask before you touch" attitude would be very well received at car shows.

"My God Noah, did you buy a bike?!" Liv shouted excitedly as she ran up to me and looked at the bike with stars in her eyes.

"Yeah, I went with my dad to buy it today, do you like it?" I asked.

"I like it a lot! You look really cool on that bike!" She said excitedly as she looked at me and the bike, as if calculating how well it went together.

This put a big smile on my face.

"Do you have a motorcycle license, Noah?" my mom asked worriedly.

Smiling, I pulled the paper out of my pocket and handed it to her.

After she looked it over and confirmed that I did indeed have a license, she finally breathed a sigh of relief when my father told her about my negotiation over the price of the bike and that I had said I would let her take it for a ride later, which made my mother blush and get excited.

"Would you like to go for a ride?" I asked Ethan and Liv.

They both nodded quickly.

While I got off the bike and went to my dad's car to get the helmet I bought, when I arrived next to Ethan with the helmet, I saw that the helmet was too big for him.

The salesman had told me that this helmet would fit kids 10 and up, but since Ethan was 7, I was worried that it wouldn't fit now.

As I slowly helped him into the helmet, I noticed that the helmet was a little bigger than it should have been, making it a little loose, but it still managed to fit his head relatively well.

But that had me worried.

"Buddy, this helmet is still too big for you, so how about I take Liv to the helmet store first and buy a helmet in your size? Or we can both go for a ride now, but without going too far for your safety."

I asked his opinion.

Hearing the two options, Ethan was confused.

He wanted to go for a walk now, but when he thought about being able to go further if he went after Liv, Ethan finally resigned himself to the fate of going later.

"All right Noah, I'll wait for you to buy this for me." He said as he handed the helmet back to me with a cute little face. "But I want a helmet as cool as yours!"

Smiling, I ruffled his hair and replied, "Sure buddy, I'll get one as cool as mine."

Then I turned to Liv and handed her the helmet. "Do you know how to put it on?"

She shook her head a little insecurely. "No... I've never ridden a motorcycle before..."

So I approached her and carefully helped her put the helmet on her head with the visor facing up.

Coincidentally, she was also wearing a black shirt, so when she put on the black helmet like mine, she looked extremely like me!

When I got on the bike first, I pointed to the footrests on the side and said to her. "First you're going to get on the bike like you would on a bike, then you're going to put your feet on these footrests and to keep your balance you're going to hold on to my waist, okay?"

Nodding her head, Liv did just that.

With great care, she managed to get on and support herself, and when I felt her hands holding my waist, I nodded and put on my helmet, started the bike, and slowly moved away from where we were.

I noticed that when I started to accelerate, Liv was still scared and started to hold me very tightly, but I didn't worry about it and kept a slow and comfortable speed, which she gradually got used to and managed to let go of.

By the time we reached the motorcycle equipment shop, she was holding on to me with normal strength, while I was able to enjoy the ride and look around.

Seeing the looks of amazement and envy that both men and women threw at us, thinking we were a couple, made her laugh and mock me.

"Look, I'm getting in the way of you getting girls with your new bike." She laughed.

"Nah, who are those girls next to my beautiful little sister?!" I replied pretending to be angry, which made her laugh even more and hold me tighter, probably to provoke the girls and guys looking at us on the bike.

I just thought it was funny and let her have her fun.

As people on the street looked at her holding me like that, I could see that there were looks of envy, looks of surprise, and also some looks of admiration.

After all, I had a very chiseled body, with lots of muscle and little fat, while Liv also had the body of a cheerleader, so the way we both looked on the bike was very pleasing to the eye.

Could I ride with her on the back? Not legally, I was still a minor, but my muscles made me look like a guy in his twenties, so no one would suspect me of doing anything wrong.