Chapter 1: road rage
It was one of the nights for the racers to gather and bargain for what they wanted and tonight I happened to be one of the many flag girls. It's good money and whoever wins gets to take the flag girl of their race for a ride. I was scheduled for the final event of the night which was normal, but this time it was also the main event of the night. We never got to see the list of names just the times we needed to be ready. I decided to go with a sexy outfit and hopefully I would be noticed by the others more. I grabbed my tight black skinny jeans with a red crop top as well as my leather jacket. When that was on I did my makeup in dark colors that complimented my pale complexion and put my hair up into a tight high ponytail. Throwing on some ruby studs and my black steel toe boots. After finishing I grabbed my motorcycle keys and started it up hearing it purr after not riding for a whole week. I pulled out of my driveway feeling the wind whip past my face as I drove down to the lot where we all park. The lot is normally guarded and locked up so know one can steal them from us before we are dropped back off. I made it quickly to the lot after avoiding the main roads and heading to the main road. When I pulled in I saw the flaggers waiting in a group. I parked my motorcycle by my friends vehicle and walked over to the group. When I approached they all said hello and we started telling stories and talking about the events for the night. At one point Karl was talking about the main event saying it was going to be epic. George was laughing it off because he wasn't involved with it, but I was curious. I wanted to know who would be involved in the race. The first race was supposed to start in 30 minutes so we all had to make sure everyone was there. We normally split off into groups but today only two people were supposed to go out and check. That was George and Karl.
When they made the rounds they came back with smiles on their faces. It was time and we all needed to grab our flags. Most of us had the regular white and black checkerboard pattern for the flag but since I was here for so long I had a custom flag. Written on my flag were the words racers bitch, this would tend to get me into some trouble with the racers. They would sexually harass me about the flag but that didn't bother me too much. When we went back to the strip there were already two cars waiting to start the race. The drivers were standing outside of their vehicles chatting. I looked over to the other racers and saw George's face light up. The green vehicle closest to us was very well known; it was Dream's classic hot rod. It was decorated with a smiley face on each side of the car and on the window you could see a polaroid photo hanging on the inside of the car.
The other car was a vibrant car, a bright orange one. This was another racer that was very well known around the strip. It was Sapnap's car. He had flames decorated on the car. He usually liked to think of himself as some bigshot. They always came down here to settle any argument they had. I looked around and saw George heading over to the two. He was probably the designated flagger for those two.
After a while I tuned out the rest of the races until it was my time to flag. I looked over to the strip to see two guys bringing their bikes up to the line. I walked over to the middle of their vehicles twirling at the end. While waiting for the signal that the others were out of the way I took in the looks of them both. One had long pink hair and red eyes. Tattoos littered his body as he was in a sleeveless shirt and ripped jeans he looked to be about 6'3 maybe more. He had snake bites and an eyebrow piercing. He looked handsome. On the other side was a brown curly haired man in a sweater, a trench coat and ripped jeans. He had round glasses on his face and a beanie holding his hair back. Holding a cigarette in his hand as he revved up his bike. The two were giving each other dirty looks across the street so while waiting for the signal it was silent. Aside from the cat calls on the side of the strip. I held up my middle finger for the people at the sidelines as I watched Karl and George hang onto Nick and Clay.
