Alex's gaze was torn from the sidewalk when the bike abruptly came to a halt next to him. He stopped and stepped back a step, then jumped a little when the engine revved. That hand though, it reminded him of Aladdin.<i>Do you trust me? </i>Who was it? Well, Alex really only knew one guy who had a leather jacket and he remembered the feel of it around his shoulders and the scent of it. Alex just stared for a long time at that hand before he reached out and slid his own hand into it.<br/><br/><br/>Alex clutched the bag tightly, pushing it up his arm and onto his back, then swung his leg onto the bike and clung Andreas. He curled down and pressed his face against the other man’s back to hide from the wind.<br/><br/>He didn’t know what would happen next, but he was sure he didn’t care. Anything had to be better than going to class.