The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 56

Kenna sighs, "Aidan . . . I'm sorry that this might be a sensitive issue for you but I'm just trying to help. You don't have to be embarrassed when you're with me. You don't even have to look at other people and feel like you're left out when they get to do things that you can't,″ She grabs onto my hand.

I look at her, seeing her sincerity.

"I'm not mad at you, Kenna." I mutter under my breath but loud enough for her to hear, "I'm just—you're right, I've been embarrassed because of this. I feel like knowing how to ride a bike is literally ′LifeHacks 101′but at the same time, I just don't think I can." I reply.

"Hey, it's either we take this bike to the park and you're going to have a lot of fun learning how to ride it or we can just give it to someone who has always wanted a bike. How does that sound?" She places her hand at the side of my cheek, her lips curving up into a smile; while my eyes bury deep into hers, watching and feeling the way her skin meets mine.

"Taking this bike to the park and having a lot of fun learning how to ride its ounds good," I mutter, smiling.

"That's the spirit. That's my Aidan,"She laughs before pulling onto my hand, making me walk towards the bike with her as we both walk side by side, heading towards the nearest park—excited to begin.

"First things first . . . get on the bike," Kenna points onto the bike as I furrow my brows; eyes wandering around the park to see if people are looking at our direction and luckily, people don't really seem bothered.

"Just get on the bike?" I raise an eyebrow, holding onto the bicycle.

"Just get on the bike. That's all you have to do," She replies as I slowly get on the bicycle, both of my feet on the ground—making sure to balance my body.

"Wow . . . congratulations, I'm seventy-years-old." She adds,sarcastically before rolling her eyes while I laugh; not expecting her to be reacting that way.

"Okay, I'm on. Now what?" I turn to look at her as she takes a few steps closer towards me, "I don't know what you have in mind but if I fall and any parts of my body getting miserably in pain, I won't talk to you for days." I add.

"Did you know that I fell at least ten times? I still have the scar on my elbow," She replies before lifting up her right arm, showing a small scar from her past 'accident'. "I'm not sure if you're going to learn without falling,"

"I'm starting to change my mind," I groan.

She laughs, "Don't be silly. Come on, stop wasting time." Just like that, she starts to hold onto the bicycle. "Trust me and lift your feet up, both of them and place them on the pedal." I look down at my feet before lifting them up—feeling the bicycle losing balance if she would ever let go.

"Now . . . trust me more and start pedalling," She adds and I do as told, slowly pedalling the bicycle as it starts to move with Kenna's support to hold it without letting go.

"Don't you dare let go." I say, sternly as she nods; chuckling while I try my best to balance my body—knowing that if anyone else can do it then so can I. It might take me a few hours to get a hang of it butI'll manage.

A few minutes have passed as Kenna keeps on holding onto the bicycle without showing any intentions of letting go. I, on the other hand,continues to look back at her; wanting to make sure that her hands are right where they need to be.

"You're doing great," She says from behind.

"I still think I'm going to fall," I reply.

Some people would glance at our direction for a few times when they pass but the longer I'm here and the more effort I put in wanting to make sure that I'll learn this today . . . I start to not care about what they think.

They might know who I am and they might start talking about it but I don't mind. They can even take pictures, all they want but I'm determined to finish what I started; Kenna was right, all long, there's no such thing as impossible as long as we have the will and the strength to achieve what we want.

"Do you like your job?" I ask, wanting to start a conversation instead of staying silent.

"You got to choose your path, Kenna and I didn't get that chance. My parents forced me into majoring in business when they knew that I had no interest, whatsoever but as soon as I graduated and got the company, I started to see a brand new life. You can say that I got carried away," I reply.

"You really did get carried away . . . but you're still the same Aidan whom I met twenty-years ago. No worries," She smiles up at me as I look up at the afternoon sky, liking how the wind continues to calm me down.

"If I didn't major in business, I wouldn't have met Dimitri. That would be a shame and it'd just be me and you," I continue to speak but as soon as I hear no respond coming from her, I start to turn and look behind.

My eyes widen at the sight of Kenna, who is currently standing at the same spot I was—which means that I'm currently cycling on my own without anyone to hold onto the bicycle; leaving me panicking of how I'm going to balance myself instead of falling.

"You got it! Aidan, you got it!" She shouts from afar.

I look down at my legs as they shake and my hands begin to sweat, not knowing how to remain calm. "Kenna, this is a big mistake!" I shout back, continuing to look down at my hands.

"Aidan, watch out!" I hear her voice from behind as I look up, to see a pregnant woman standing in the middle of the road who has turned to look at me. Our eyes widen at the same time, instantly making me turn the bike left—heading towards the bushes.

Everything happened so fast.

I blink a few times as I try to control my breaths, a sudden pain increases as I move; making me groan, clenching my jaw in order to calm myself down.

As I try to move my left arm, I can't feel anything but pain which causes me to groan even louder as I see Kenna running towards me with a worried expression plastered on her face. She examines my face and down to my body before landing on my arm, "Can you move? Are you okay?" She asks, panically.

"Kenna . . . I can't move my arm," I exhale as I stay focused onto her face, scared to even look down.