"Yeah." Amelia managed to breathe out.  She got onto her bike and headed down to the park, quickly.  She was ahead of him and her mind was racing.  The more she got involved with him, the more he kissed her the more she fell deeper into the hole.  The faster she had to climb out.  Her head was hurting.  All of this, putting herself in danger just for the rebellion? She shook her head.  Putting herself in love with someone was danger to her? Was she stupid? She reached the bike-cycle deposit point and latched in her bike.  What would she say when he came?  What was to be her excuse from running away from him? She leaned back against the railings of the bike deposit, breathing in the colid, bitter wind that blew up her hair and tangled the strands. 
[@Riverbeak]