"If that's what being a fool is, then I won't live as a scholar one more day." Keith headed to class behind her. His day was long, painful, and generally tedious as he fought away the thoughts trying to destroy him. The day seemed to drag on more and more and he wondered how he was going to see Alex. He had no car, no phone, and the motorcycle his grandma bought him a few years ago was in shambles. "Wait! The Bike! I bet if I found a few videos on the web, I could fix the bike and make it to her house! I'll go to the library during lunch and look them up, as well as check out a few books, and then, regrettably, steal some gas." Keith hadn't thought of fixing the bike sooner because he never really had to go anywhere, but now seemed a good a time as any to fix up his Honda Shadow. At lunch, he went to the library, and after getting a few books and watched several videos, he left and went to see his last period teacher. He made up a story about a dentist appointment and asked for that night's homework for himself and Alex. Keith left school just before the bell to end lunch rang. His mom wouldn't care that he didn't go to school, she had no way of knowing anyway. Keith made it home and spent a few hours in the shed outback. It was just beginning to get dark when Keith went into the house, got his grandfathers leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. The jacket fit nicely. Keith went back to the shed and filled the bike with some gas from a gas can. It wasn't much, but it would last him the night to be sure. He fired it up and headed to Alex's house.<br/><br/>About 15 minutes later, Keith pulled up to Alex's house. He got off the bike, put the keys in the pocket of his coat, and walked to the front door. With a firm knock, he announced himself and then waited for someone to answer the door