Street Lights are brighter than the Stars

Chapter 3: Photograph

   To some people it's just Cars, to us it's a lifestyle.

The car radio plays: Own Me by bulow.

   The Wiper swings left and right removing the water droplets left by the rain. Windows opened, Cold wind running through her Red thick hair. Roads are still wet filled with raindrops.

   Never cared about leaving the school early. She didn't even bother to consider the other subjects for the day. All she wants right now is to drive with the breeze.

   The adrenaline gave by the rush makes her heart jump up and down. Every turn or curve could be dangerous. But that's just Ron, She's in love with Danger and addicted to sin.

   Now she puts pressure on the gas pedal to hit 180mph yet an anonymous Gunmetal Lamborghini Huracan race past her. 

   Oh, you're on. 

   Ron is determined she can beat this Huracan. She shifted the gears and hit the gas pedal - gaining on the Huracan.

   Both cars Zip through the open road, screeching and dodging the traffic - Battling - who's better without a prize. 

   Ron switches lanes to keep up with the Hurucan head to head.

   Ron's eyes lit up - identified a stoplight with yellow light; Both cars subdue and stop at the red light a few seconds after. 

   The Camaro and Huracan are occupying the two-lane road. Above them - the stoplight dangling in the air. No cars are passing through this intersection and the streets are still wet from the rain earlier.

   Ron rested her arm on her opened window. The Huracan lowered its window halfway down. 

   I can't see who's driving. Ron peers from the corner of her eyes.

   "There's a coffee shop a quarter-mile from here, we go on green," Ron said facing the road with one hand on the wheel.

   The Huracan closed its window revving its engine- accepting her challenge. Ron's lips curved into a smile and placed both of her hands on the wheel. She replied the other racer with a rev too. I can smoke this Lambo. 

   Ron's Camaro is tuned up to make a whopping 650HP. She may be beautiful but she knows how to tinker with what's under her hood. Most of the time she spends more time in their garage with her tools and her Camaro. With her Car's HP she can keep up with European cars.

   Both Cars growl their engine, Mufflers howling.

   Ron's eyes narrowed, eager to win this race. 

   As the stoplight flickers its green light both the cars bolted through the open road. 

   Ron's Rpm went over the roof. 

   Ron changed her Gears for her car to pick up speed. 

   Both cars are head to head startling the quiet streets, burning rubbers.

   I can win this.

   Ron makes her last Shift, leaving the Random racer behind. Ron gets a glimpse of the Hurucan's headlights from her rearview mirror. 

   Easy, just a few more bloc.

   Her eyes widen when the Hurucan without warning whoosh beside her leaving its dust.

   Fuck.

   How?

   Ron slowed down at the Coffee shop with no signs of the Huracan.