It's between me and you

Chapter 7

Andrew, not even worrying about what his father would think, pushed the chair away from the table with a disgusting creak, gave the bitchy teacher a hateful look, and took off, slamming the front door with a loud bang.

He walked quickly to the garage, kicking ornamental rose bushes on the way. His Spanish is bad. Ha. Andy could easily get along with any Spanish. After a few shots of tequila, he could collect his friends from all over the world as souvenirs.

The guy's patience was already at a breaking point when the viper had dared to disobey for the second time that day, and with the news that he would have to spend several days a week with her, his father had put him on his ass.

He couldn't see her, that Elena. A girl only five years older than him, and she's going to teach him about life and standards of behavior? There was only one way he was willing to listen to this. That was with her feet on his shoulders and his cock slamming into her sweaty, writhing body. And if she had any energy left for a monologue, which he highly doubted, then let her babble. Though he could bet his Kawasaki that only unintelligible noises and his name would come out of her puffy mouth.

Bitch. Fucking bitch. He should tell the guys to dig up something on her and nail her down like a louse before she starts breeding and making Ledger itch all over his body.

Elena came out the front door and was now proudly stamping her heels on the pavement toward the gate. The guy got on his bike and in a second rushed past her, egotistically gassing right within a meter of the unsuspecting girl and burying her under a pillar of dust.

He glanced in the mirror and smirked, watching her try in vain to brush away the gray cloud. Perfect. At least he let her get a little dirty.

Half an hour later, the bike that almost everyone else at the track had dreamed of was slowing down noisily in the industrial zone. The beats of the music boomed from half a kilometer away. The lively track hummed and pulsed with night life, preparing for the race. Recently Ledger had lately ceased to take an active part in it - it had become boring. Strong opponents were not found, and all his friends he beat up more than once. Now he just came to support those whom he considered worthy, and sometimes drive himself to get the adrenaline pumping.

Tonight was just such a night. A cocktail of the most negative emotions demanded an exit.

"Ledger, are you with us tonight?" He was hailed by an acquaintance with a helmet under his arm.

"I'm against you. So, it's time to be afraid, guys"

Shouted Andrew, heading in the direction of his pals.

Nate, noticing him, smiled broadly.

"Hey, bro, you decided to tickle the boys' balls? " Let out a chuckle, knowing for sure that, if Ledger was involved, the race would be a spectacular one.

This kamikaze was setting up a real fear room for his rivals on the track. He could cut them off without a second thought, so they had to hit the brakes so as not to kill themselves. They were afraid to compete with him. Few dared to put their lives on the scales where the odds were stacked against them.

"Let the chicks tickle their balls, and I'll just show them who's boss"

And he did it. He did it. Within half an hour, the crowd was screaming out loud. The guy roared as he slowed down next to a grid-girl in short white shorts and a tight tank top with bright red lettering.

His blood raced through his veins, rushing a dose of adrenaline through his system. There was no ambulance today. Though, Dylan's motorcycle would still have to be repaired.