Nonstop

Chapter Two - Noticed

COSTA RICA

Trevion found himself running for a long time. His feet just wouldn't stop moving. Stuff was crazy at the moment. Everything around him was just a blur.

He soon found himself tripping over an unknown object, stumbling across water and sand and falling flat on his face. He raised up slowly, brushing the sand off of his face and looking around to see that he ran into a beach. Palm trees surrounded him as the cool summer breeze blew across his face.

"Where am I?" He asked himself, looking around in confusion. "Damn. How fast did I run?"

As he got up and dusted himself off, he found himself passing by a bunch of attractive ladies in bikini wear and all of them were at awe of this racer gang who was gathering attention because of their shiny sports cars.

Trevion took a look at them and raised an eyebrow at the sports car in question, reaching out to touch it before getting shoved to the ground by one of the racers and his gang.

"What's the big idea, loser?" He said in a agitated way. "You tryna smug my shit with your dirty ass hands?"

Trevion frowned at them as he raised himself back up. "My bad. Just wanted to see it up close."

"Man, yo' dusty ass couldn't afford to see anything like this."

Trevion rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Quit the cap. I bet that shit ain't even that fast."

The racer and his gang took offense to this. "So what're you tryna say? We some slowpokes or some shit? I doubt you could do any better."

Trevion smirked. "Maybe I could."

Everyone started snickering to themselves, including the racer himself who was being put on blast. "Y'all hearing this shit? This mofo thinks he could outrace Magnitude!"

"That's right, I want all the smoke!" Trevion replied.

"Man, do you even have a fucking car?"

Trevion smirked and crossed his arms, feeling confident. "Don't need one."

Magnitude proceeded to cackle out loud, along with the many bystanders who were nearby. "Look at this nigga right here." Magnitude laughed softly. "Aight then. I'll humor you. First one over to San Lorenzo and back wins."

"Bet."

The two of them lined up at the starting line. Magnitude revved up his engine as Trevion prepped himself at the starting line.

"On your mark..."

Trevion narrowed his eyes across the road ahead of him.

"...get set..."

Magnitude had his finger right above the nitrous button, just begging to press it.

"GO!"

Trevion jetted off in a blur, getting the head start in a nanosecond before Magnitude could press the button. Flames would blast from the exhaust pipes as the tires skirted away down the route they were racing.