The Slacker Boys #1: Competing with her

Julie

Chapter 1:

My hands were shaking and sweaty with anticipation. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and pressed my foot further on the gas pedal. I loved the sound my Jaguar XF made when I pressed on the gas. I was beyond ecstatic because finally I was going to have the car of my dreams.

I had always been a car enthusiast thanks to my father. He was a mechanic and I used to spend hours meticulously watching him work in the garage. He was very good at his job and in fact had worked for the Ferrari company when designing cars for divers competing at the Grand Prix in Spain back in 1997. I remember flying to Spain and going to the stadium with my dad to watch the race. That was one of the best memories I have of our time spent together. He loved me dearly and despite losing my mother at the tender age of two due to a car accident, he did his best to raise me on his own. I don't remember my mother at all, but even after her death, he still spoke to me about her with so much passion in his eyes that it was impossible to miss the fact that he still loved her. He used to assure me constantly how my mum loved me and cared deeply for me. He kept her memory alive in our hearts and was the best father I could have ever asked for. Although I had blonde hair and blue eyes like my mother, my character took after my father and the passion for cars was always in my blood. My dad was the center of my world, my best friend and my guiding light. However, when we got the news that my father was diagnosed with stage 4 bone cancer I was utterly devastated. I had already lost my mum and didn't want to lose my father as well.

Despite being fifteen at the time, I took it upon myself to take care of him and make the best out of the time that we had. Therefore, against his advice, I quit school. Not that I missed it anyway since I was being constantly harassed for my looks and always kept to myself. At the time I didn't quite have the time to worry on looking pretty and going out with the boys in our school and it was not a secret that I was called names for it. For some reason this caught the attention of the school's most popular douche bag in our school- Jared. He was the leader of his group mainly consisting of spoilt and wealthy kids who always got what they wanted. They were five in total: Lucas, James, Ethan, Miles and Jared. All of them were very attractive teens who never stood by the rules and did what they wanted. They were known as the Slacker boys and were feared by everyone, even seniors and teachers. Despite Jared being the biggest arrogant male in our school he was also the most gorgeous and if it weren't for his arrogant and mean demeanor, he would have had me swooning over him just like the rest of the females attending in our school. His sharp jaw and striking features with grey eyes made even the female teachers stare at him. He knew the power he had over everyone in school but somehow, he fixated on me and not in a good way. I would have preferred him not noticing me at all like before rather than have him humiliating me at every chance he got. I became the main center of his enjoyment in school. Surprisingly though, everyone began leaving me alone as for the others I was off limits. His friends never dared to say anything to me or even acknowledge my existence. Then I got so fed up that I didn't think twice about dropping out to care for my dad. I then took up working at a fast-food restaurant with flexible hours in order to have time to look after him.

My dad was always a fighter and although I knew that he was in pain constantly, he would mask it. I knew that he was not happy as he loved working with cars very much, so with the help of my dad's friends I took up racing and had my father's best friend who was also the owner of a tire company as my mentor.

I used to take him with me to see me race and in no time, began beating record after record until my mentor was convinced that I could race at the Indianapolis and win the yearly prize of 1 million. My dad supported my throughout and when I actually won, I knew I had made my father proud. He cried and cried and I cried with him. I was so happy that I did it and that my hard work had paid off, however two days later, my dad's condition turned worse and eventually died. I was so devastated, so angry at the world that I couldn't bear the thought of him leaving me.

I was only eighteen at the time, but I continued pushing and ultimately quit my fast-food job and with the money I had won at the race I opened up a business in real estate. In a year my business grew so rapidly that soon I had to hire double the workers I had. Two years later, here I am today the director of a real estate company with triple the initial employees and more successful than ever. I knew my dad would be proud of me and despite being left with all the property and wealth of my parents, I did not spend a pound of it. I wanted to make a name of my own and through constant pushing and hard-work I did it. I was very proud of myself to say the least.

I didn't have lots of friends as I quit school at an early age and my best friend was my neighbor, Celine. We have been friends from as long as I can remember and had helped me through all my journey for caring for my father. She had always been there when I wanted someone and she was a true friend that became my family soon after my dad died. In the beginning she used to sleep over at my house so as not to leave me alone and despite me telling her that there was no need, she always stayed. It is difficult to find someone like that nowadays and I truly appreciate our friendship.

It has already been five years since I dropped out and made the best decision of my life. I did not look back since and here I were today, on my way to buy the car of every car enthusiast's dream, all though my hard work. I wanted to get this car for me, since despite being in real estate my passion had always been cars and when I saw that black McLaren P1 on a listing on Facebook, I knew I had to take my shot. I contacted the owner from my real estate Facebook page and asked for more pictures to confirm that it was in fact real. The owner of the page provided me with more pictures and it looked authentic so I decided to give it a shot.

I agreed with the owner and sent me the location, which was not far from my dad's house where I was still living. I pulled up in my Jaguar and despite being 7 o'clock in the evening I was still full of energy and excitement. The place looked relatively new and then I spotted three men gathered together talking and laughing. When they heard my car, they stopped talking immediately and turned to my direction, their face serious. The one standing in the middle who seemed very familiar but at the same time looked like someone straight out of an erotica book, began walking in my direction. My heart, immediately dropped as realization hit me like a ton of bricks.