Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 27 - The Race of the Millennium

France and I went back to the car in a hurry to call his friends. Even though I didn't want to see Alejandro after our breakup, I knew France needed him, especially with the bet he made with Dean about me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking up at him, trying to comfort him with my eyes.

A strange emotion flashed through his eyes. "I don't know..."

"You're gonna win, France," I said, lacing my fingers through his, trying to give him comfort. "Did you call the boys?"

"I did," he said, briefly looking behind me. "Noah is gonna bring Dom here, and Ale is home, doing God knows what. But they're coming 'cause they got my back." He smiled almost like he was remembering something.

"Let's get back to the tracks. The race will start soon," I said, tugging at his hand.

"It won't," he said, his electric blue eyes piercing my own.

"France," I whispered. His eyes flickered to my lips, and on instinct, I licked my lips, making them moist.

He groaned, then rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. "Don't do that."

I licked my lips on purpose this time, the small action driving him wild. He took one swift step forward, and I took one back, and so it went on until my back was against the wall.

His eyes gazed intently into mine, making me feel things I'm not supposed to.

Alejandro.

His name flashed through my mind. I instantly pushed France away, catching him off guard.

I cleared my throat, trying to ease the awkward tension. I gave him a nod, then went through the big, rusty doors. "Let's go get ready for the race. My engine needs a tune-up. I'm gonna go check on it. My friend Dwayne is the best and only person who can actually work on my car," he told me, walking back to his car.

"Hey, I'll come with you. I don't know anybody here, and I don't wanna get kidnapped or something." I walked up to him, my heels sinking in the sand.

As soon as we reached his car, he started the ignition. We drove over to a secluded section of the track. A tall and lanky man emerged from the shadows with a smirk etched onto his lips. His dull brown eyes lit up with mischief.

"Francy! My man," he called out, then did the bro hug thing with him.

"Dwayne," he called out to the ugly man. Most ugly guys are named Dwayne.

"Bro, what do you need?" he asked.

"Well, my engine needs a tune-up and an oil change," France said, pointing to different things in the bonnet of his car.

I sat inside the car, scrolling through my social media and humming along to the rap song that was blasting through the speakers outside. The organizers of Hazards have great taste in music.

A small knock sounded on my window, and at the same time, a message notification popped up on my phone.

I looked in the mirror and saw Alejandro. I rolled down the window, and he asked, "Where's France?"

"Oh, he's just in there talking to this ugly man." I shrugged, pointing into a small tunnel where France and Dwayne receded.

"Oh, Dwayne." He stated, then left without another word.

I checked the text message next.

Messages

Noah- I'm on my way. I couldn't take Dom with me, so I told her you're out with France and I'm going home. She's at your house btw.