H U N T E D ~ T H

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T O M

She was amazing. I mean like amazing. My jaw was on the floor when I watched her jump off the dirt ramp and flip her bike upside down, landing perfectly on the other side.

She raised her fist in the air, Evan, our friends and a couple other people I didn't know cheering her name.

She rode up to me, I thought she was gonna keep driving until she gripped her back break, her wheel grinded on the dirt, splashing all over me.

I raised my hands to protect myself, but my once black leather jacket was now brown. I glared at her threw my visor, I could only see her eyes but she was smiling.

To other people it would look like we hate each other, bullying each other. And although this is probably what she was going for I couldn't help but see the happiness in her eyes.

Not happiness because she ruined my jacket and pissed me off a little, but happiness because this is how we were a few days ago.

Taunting each other. like how we threw water at each other while cleaning the bikes, how she tied my laces together, it may look like we hate each other but it's how we show we love each other.

And this small action gives me all the hope in the world that she'll be mine again. Mine. I just have to give her time.

M A C K A Y L A

God I hate him. I hate him because he makes me happy, I hate him because I make him happy even though I don't mean to, I hate him because he has this power over me, I hate him because he loves me.

I hate him because I love him.

No. I don't. I don't love him. Loving him is crossing the line. Iv been good these past years, Iv kept to my rules, I do everything I'm told, I never take risks.

But when he showed up he made me wanna take risks. He made me wanna break the rules. I don't even know why my parents are okay with him being here, I thought they would be pissed and we would run away.

But I guess not.

I have to admit my parents have been acting a little strange since they got here, secretive phone calls, whispering to each other. It could be nothing and I'm just paranoid.

That's probably it.

We still had an hour till the race, right now was just bikers showing off their tricks and doing numb shit.

Like Evan, who's trying to get one of our old biker friends, who we also met at one of these races, to jump over him.

"C'mon Aaron!" Evan groaned, lying on his back on the dirt, looking up at Aaron who was sitting on his bike beside him.

"I'm not jumping over you!" Aaron argued, Aaron was also English, but he lived in England, he only ever came to America for these races.

"C'mon, Taylor-Johnson" I rode to Aaron's side, nudging his shoulder. It weirded me out a little the fact that me and Aaron had the same last name, although nobody knows Johnson is my last name, but it's purely coincidence.

"Your mental Peter's!" Aaron shook his head, revving his bike "I'm not jumping over your suicidal ass!"

With a scoff Aaron rode away. I looked down to Evan who was perched up on his elbows "Will you jump over me?" He asked with raised brows.

I glanced around, My dad was talking to one of his friends who also owned a bike shop a couple towns over, Tom was nowhere to be seen, Annie was chatting up some young biker while Isaac was none the wiser talking to Nick.