Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Esme
"You look good tonight." Delilah compliments from a few steps behind me.
Gasping, I place a hand over my heart.
"Me? Look at you. I kept telling you to go thrifting with me, but you kept saying no. And look at you now." Dee bows her head to hide her blushing cheeks, I know it, but due to it being night, I can't actually see it.
Delilah and I walk the short distance across the empty lot towards the hoards of people watching the races, and placing bets. I have this weird feeling in my gut about tonight. Nothing bad, but I'm making sure to keep a watchful eye out.
"Esme," Delilah groans, and I put up a hand to stop her.
"No, Dee. I don't want to know anymore about a man named Silas. I don't care how good he is at driving."
The entire drive here she's been going on and on about him- whoever he is- and I've had enough.
"But that's just it, he's not just a racer, I think he does it for fun or maybe out of boredom…" I tune her out as we stand on the sidelines of the race, and the cars drive so fast, they basically fly by us. The wind causes my hair to fly around me, and I smile.
Racing has brought so much freedom to my life. More than I thought possible. Despite Genesis protests, my parents kept me very sheltered, even after they left.
What I wore, ate, did, who I spoke to, and more was dictated by them. The only reason I was allowed to call Delilah and Theya my friends, was because our parents are friends.
One night I was so tired of the dictatorship I was living in, so I snuck out through the kitchen window since there are no cameras facing it, and ran. Out of our residential neighborhood, and only stopped when I saw hundreds gathered around something.
I fell in love with three things that night; adrenaline, cars, and racing. And I've never looked back.
"Esme!" Dellah calls out, worry heavy in her tone.
"I was listening." I lie horribly, and I don't bother looking at her face to know she knows it.
"I know you think men are just egotistical, useless beings, but some are different." She says, and I don't miss the hope and sadness in her voice.
Shaking my head, turn and look up at her.
"And where has thinking like that gotten you?" I knew I shouldn't have voiced my thoughts the moment I said them, but I'm tired of being let down by the opposite gender.
I have never gotten farther than a first date, and for good reason. Men are a waste of my time. I have goals, and I don't need a man keeping me from achieving them because he's too insecure for his woman to be smart and successful.
Plus half of them don't even want anything more than sex. And I'm too sensitive for that.
"I shouldn't have said that, but I'm not sorry. Dee, what are you holding onto with Cameron?" I ask her this question at least once a week. Delilah wraps her arms protectively around her stomach, and I lean into her side.
