Breathe. Relax. I coaxed myself as I neared the finish line. I sped up seeing the finish line. I was in 1st place but someone was hot on my tail. I swear this would be easier if I didn't smoke. I sped up gaining on the finish line and then BOOM! I passed it and won. I was after all the Mustangs track star. I heard my couch yell but I didn't listen.
"Good job, babe." A deep, husky voice said. I turned around to face a male from Hico, California. I was gonna transfer there soon. He was a fine man. He had sweat on his forehead. His blond hair was ok but styled and he had blue eyes. Not my type.
"Don't call me babe." I smirked at him and jogged to my couch.
"Great job. You have one more race. 20 minutes. Take a break." I nodded and off behind the bleachers to smoke. I saw my smoke spot but a couple was there.
"Move." I growled in a commanding voice. The girl jumped and scurried away. The guy walked away slowly eying my up. I rolled my eyes and sat down. After lighting a cigarette, I inhaled and began to calm down.
"Who are you?" asked a deep, husky and sexy voice asked. He wore a white shirt, dark pants with combat boots and a leather jacket. He had black hair and green eyes. He had a lip ring ,which I found extremely sexy, and had tattoo's. He was my type.
"Im the track star," I smirked. "And who are you?"
He leaned down and whispered, " Im the guy who stole your cigarette." With that he stole my cigarette and walked away but not before winking at me. Cocky jerk. I love it.
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The Track Star Meets The Bad Boy
Novela Juvenil"Why would you do this to me?" I cried. "Babe, I'm sorry." He whispered stepping closer. "Stay away from me."
