Finish the Mission

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I pulled up to a red light on the way home from a race and watched the cars cross the intersection. The open windows allowed the breeze to roll through the car. It was early in the morning, so the people were few and far between. Suddenly another car pulled up beside me: a sleek black mustang with thin red racing stripes on the doors. The tint on the windows was heavy, but when they started rolling down, I was able to see three people crammed into the car. Three guys, probably around my age, all looked over my car at the same time. "Nice car," one of the guys said

"Thanks," I said dryly, keeping my eyes on the light. I was not in the mood for socializing right now

"Your daddy let you spend all his money on a car?" another one asked, an ugly smirk on his ugly face

I rolled my eyes and didn't even look over at them. I noticed out of the corner of my eye the driver of the car still scanning his eyes over my car and I chuckled to myself. I'll be honest, I was quite proud of my car–bought with my own money, in case any of you thought otherwise. The dull, cloudy blue paint complimented the body of the car: a 2019 Camaro ZL1.

"Can you even drive that how it's supposed to be driven?" the same guy asked again

For the first time, my eyes flicked up to the men in the car. "You think I'd spend $80,000 on something that I don't know how to properly use?"

"Wanna race?" the driver spoke up for the first time. I looked at him, contemplating what he said. 

"The stakes?" I asked

"I win, I get to drive your car. You win, you get my number."

I laughed. "I don't want your number, hotshot."

"Fine. If I win I get to drive your car and get your number and if you win I give you a hundred bucks."

I smirked. "Two hundred," I said

"Bet."

"Where's the finish line?" I asked

"Thurgood Road?" the driver suggested

I nodded

"Wait for the light to turn green," I said

"I'd rather not," he said, then he sped off.

"Ok, wanna play that game? Fine–let's play that game," I muttered as I pressed the clutch and shifted into first while applying gas. Within a few seconds, my car was going almost sixty miles an hour. I released the gas and shifted into second The headstart the other car had gotten was unfair, but honestly so was my car compared to his. Any normal person wouldn't be able to beat a mustang in a race, even in a Camaro, but I did this for a living, and he didn't know that.

I listened to the familiar whir of the engine as I shifted into third, then into fourth. The gap between the two cars closed more and more as I shifted into fifth gear. I knew these roads like the back of my hand, and as we rounded the sharp curve, I shifted back down into third to get up the hill. I was almost even with the other car now, the two of us fighting to get in front. I knew a weird curve was coming up, and I planned to use it to my advantage. It had a turn right off of it, so if you followed the natural direction of the curve at full speed, you would either turn onto the wrong road or have to slow down to swerve back onto the main road. Even if he did know this road, if I sped up enough, I could get in front of him and maneuver to where he couldn't pass me. I shifted up twice back into fifth gear, and rounded the curve at almost 80 miles an hour, then quickly straightened the wheel to stay on the main road. Just as I expected, the other driver had to slow down, giving me the advantage. I smirked to myself as I shifted into sixth gear, pressing the accelerator down, reaching 117 miles per hour. A glance in the rearview mirror showed me that I had gained an entire car length on the other driver. I counted down the yards left till the Thurgood redlight, and smiled to myself when I crossed the intersection first. I slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, and the other car did the same.

The driver got out of the car, but I stayed in mine, the windows down but the doors locked. He walked up to my car and bent down so he could see my face.

He didn't say a word but kept his eyes on mine while taking out his wallet. He handed me my two hundred dollars and walked off.

I smirked as I saw how hurt his ego was. He stopped at his car window and was talking to one of the guys in the car, then he rolled his eyes and walked back toward me

"Yes?" I asked

"What's your name?" he asked. "I'm asking for a friend."

I chuckled. "I'll tell you next time I see you," I said, starting my car back

"What if we don't see each other again?" he asked

I clicked my tongue and looked at him. "Well then, I guess you'll never know my name," then I drove off. 

Hey everybody! I hope you enjoy this story. I will try my best to post part two next Friday! Thanks for reading - Kaleigh