M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

I stare at him the entire time class is in session, willing him to look my way. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he does look this way. Flip him off, pout, or let Harley take over. I just want him to acknowledge me. 


He smiles, his eyes directed toward the top of the auditorium. Frowning I follow his eyesight and see a new girl in paint covered overalls and pigtails sitting at the top. She is nibbling on a blue pencil, one of the professor’s. She winks at him, and I quickly turn around. My fingernails impaling the top of my desk.


“Class dismissed,” he clips before sitting behind his desk. I shake my head, coming to the fact class is over and he’s cold-shouldered me the whole time. He’s moved on to his next toy and forgotten me.


Chapter 23