Bikerboy, Mainstream

She thought it was about the coolest thing ever that he rode his bike home after school. He always hitched a ride in tagging along behind the bus to be pulled along by its slipstream, or he drove up into his dad's hauler and his dad dropped him off, if he was about to go on a long-distance drive, but home he rode unapologetically alone. Most of the guys woulda used it as an excuse to get the pretty girls to talk to them or let them give rides to escort them home. Not him. He never asked, and they could hardly ask themselves! It was a perplexity to them, that he always rode alone.

Inspiration: Thinking about somebody saying something is the coolest thing ever.
Story Potential: Low. So low.
Notes: Migod, are those even words being strung together?