Adrenaline Racer

Chapter 11

Mr. Montgomery says that after about a week of training, I'll should be ready to become an actual racer.

So I spent that entire week working my hardest. I put all my energy into it, taking all my anger and stress and pushing myself to the limit. My foot slipped off the brake, and slammed into the gas, and my tires screeched as I raced down the track.

It was after midnight, and I knew I had to get home before my parents had a freak out.

Slowly, I slid into my pit stop place, parking the car neatly in the garage. I pushed the door open, getting out of the car. I quietly slam the door, walking away.

I exit the garage, closing the garage door behind me and chaining it shut. I let out a loud exhale as I stand up form locking the door.

"It's late, you should be getting home," I hear a low, stern voice say behind me. I jump, whirling around fast.

Ashton stands there, his signature smirk plastered to his face. I put a hand over my heart, closing my eyes and letting out a breathe. My heart was racing in my ears.

He had ditched his racing uniform, now wearing a pair of dark jeans and a plain navy blue t-shirt. He had a pair of black Converse on his feet, and his blonde hair was spiked up in the front a little. I scoff at him.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" I say, opening my eyes and giving him a glare. I remove my hand, letting it fall to my side, "Why are you even here this late? Are you nocturnal or something?"

I start to walk slowly forward, digging into the pocket of my ripped jeans for my car keys.

Ashton laughs dryly, glancing up at the star scattered sky. I shake my head, still looking for my keys. I now try my other pocket.

"Well, my dad does own the place, so I'm stuck here until he leaves, " Ashton explains.

I roll my eyes, trying my jacket pocket for my keys. I stay silent, too focused on finding them to respond to him.

"Are you looking for something?" He asks, and I look up at him. His bright eyes stare at me, so intense and intimidating.

I glance away, his stare scaring me a little. I nod, digging into another pocket on my jacket.

"My car keys," I say, giving up and sighing. I throw may hands down at my sides. Ashton chuckles at me, but gestures for me to follow. He starts to turn, and I watch him quizzically.

"I'll help you find them," he says, turning to walk back to my garage. I watch him, debating whether to trust him and follow. I glance around, as he struggles to unlock my garage.

I sigh and walk over to him, kneeling next to him in front of the lock. I unlock the chain, slipping it off the handle of my garage. I get to my feet, gripping the bottom of the garage door and using all my strength to lift it up. The lights flick on immediately in the garage, revealing my black race car in the middle of the room.

Ashton mutters a 'thank you' to me, stepping into my garage and searching for the keys.

I watch him for a minute, as he looked around my toolboxes and under the stacks of paper on my desk. Why was he even here? Why was he helping me?

He turns back to me, and I snap out of my thoughts, walking into the garage and helping him.

He keeps his eyes on my, while I search frantically through drawers and piles of stuff.

"You okay?" Ashton asks, and I look up at him quickly. I nod, rifling through one of the drawers, before giving up and slamming it shut.

I hear a drawer shut beside me, and I look over to see Ashton dangling my car keys off of his finger.

"Found 'em," he says with a smirk.

"Thanks," I mutter, barely audible. I grab the keys from his hand and start to walk away.

But right when I get to the exit from the garage, Ashton stops me. I bite my lip when I hear his voice, not wanting to be here longer than I have to be.

"Are you sure your okay?" He asks.

I nod too fast, not turning around to face, and practically run away from that garage.