Bad Boys, Sarcasm and Emotions // Nate Maloley

Chapter 17 ~ Good Luck

*The Race*

"I can not believe you dragged me here" Drifting my eyes across the venue, I turned to look at Cara and Lauren who were admiring it.
It was an endless street with colourful lights all the way down to the horizon. Amongst the crowds, there was cars parked at all different angles.
As I approached the food stall, I saw something. Freezing completely, my jaw dropped.

"That's Tom's car, no f*cking way" Pointing at the car parked right in front of me, I turned around to everyone.

"That's Nate's old car" Gilinsky said, admiring it.

"They must have the same model" Still annoyed that Tom was here I had my fists tightened.

"No that car used to be Nate's" Placing his hand on the roof, Johnson shifted to the liquorice car.

"But it's Tom's registration plate" Furrowing my eyebrows, I knew it was Tom's car. I remember driving around aimlessly for hours on end, laughing and singing together. God, I miss those days.

Just before Sam could reply, someone pressed down hard on my shoulders and I was span around.

"Why are you here?" Nate sternly asked, shooting the boys glares.

"I came here to support you, silly?" Well, that is the thanks I get. I tapped him on the chest lightly, I felt drunk.

"Danielle, go home" Pointing behind me, directly looking at me.

"No" I took a step forward so he knew I wasn't scared of him.

"Now, it's dangerous" Placing his firm palms on my shoulders, my body twisted and I was facing the opposite way.

"I don't care, I'm not leaving until I figure some things out" Turning myself back around, I began to get agitated.

Brushing past him, I continued walking forward until I saw Tom with a group of people laughing. He hadn't seen me yet so I turned around and ran back to the others.

"Tom is over there" I whispered even though he couldn't here us, obviously.

"Where? I'll kill him" Standing on her tip-toes, Lauren looked around, attempting to spot Tom.

"No you won't" Moving my head backwards towards his direction, I widened my eyes.

"What is he doing here?" Cara followed the direction I was signalling to and stopped, her expression changing quickly.

"I don't kn-" As I tried to hide myself behind people, I was cut off.

"He races" Kenny nodded his head in the direction of Tom who was getting into his car.

"Since when?" Laughing, I didn't really believe it.

"Since you split up" Gilinsky smirked and Nathan looked so worried.

"Come on, let's go over there" Dragging Georgia along, Sam sat on one of the seats to 'talk'.

"Why did Johnson and Gilinsky say that you have the same car as Tom?" I got straight to it, I needed to know.

Nate sighed loudly, putting his head in his hands and sitting down on a log. Everyone else left, leaving us two alone.

"It's a long story" Taking his SnapBack off and putting it on the ground, he ran his hands through his soft hair.

"I have time. How long before you race?" Looking at my fake watch, I knew he didn't want to tell me much.

"30 minutes"

"Okay, spill. I mean everything" Nodding my head with each word, I emphasised 'everything'.

"So we YoYo'd from England to America so many times when I was younger, for my Dad's business" As he gestured with his hands, he spoke slowly.