Dabbling In Sweetness

Chapter 45

I guide Grayson to his motorcycle and get on myself once he's settled in. He knows his motorcycle like the back of his hand, he starts it and revves it as if a blindfold isn't covering his eyes. I look over at those intense emerald eyes who stare at us with a satisfying grin. He gives me another wink as he laughs with the group of people he's with. I know he does it on purpose when he pulls out a wad of cash and places it in front of him as the rest match it or go higher. We were betting pieces to him, and only he knew the outcome.

The girl stands in the center in her black and white referee outfit, holding up the red flags. I can feel the stares around us, and the whispers about how crazy he was for doing this. They all believed it was reckless fun, but we knew we didn't have much of a choice against Jace.

"Get ready," I tell him. He nods and his grip on the handlebars tightens. The referee gives us a pitiful look before lowering her flags and I yell, "Go."

We zoom through the empty streets as I see 3 other racers come towards us. They were giving us smiles as they tried to get near us, their intentions were clear as a pond in daybreak. I instantly knew why they did it. Like everywhere, his reputation had preceded him. Grayson was in a vulnerable place right now, unable to see and driving, and Jace had a bullet proof plan. I try not to let the panic show in my voice as I try to guide him, trying my best not to make him notice what was happening. He needed to focus on driving and I needed to get us out alive.

I can see one guy speed up and stop before us, smiling while the other 2 get on either side of us. They shoot me a grin as they get closer. I turn to Grayson and say, "Grayson, speed up and turn to your right when I yell now." Grayson does as instructed and I can see the panic in the guy who has chosen to block us, at the fact that Grayson was not slowing down. They had caged us, so I did the only thing I could. I stretch my leg out and push the motorcycle to the right side of us and yell, "Now." Grayson yanks the motorcycle to the right and we pass the motorcycles. I turn to see the people tangle themselves up, but quickly turn my attention to the road.

The funny thing is, when the sirens started going, I realized the group of motorcyclists who were trying to get us to crash was not the main attraction. "Grayson, remove your blindfold," I yell at him. "He didn't do this for fun, he did it to get us caught."

Grayson doesn't hesitate as he removes the blindfold and inspects his surroundings. Now that he didn't have the obstacle of driving slower than he would, he sped up the most I have seen him and started zooming through the streets and going into the city.

We were downtown, swerving through moving cars and avoiding buildings. The only thing I can think of saying is, "am I going to jail again?" I know Grayson was concentrating on not getting us killed or caught, but a little assurance would have been nice.

"Just hold on," he says and keeps driving as three patrol cars are behind us. He goes through alleyways until finally, we pass the city limits and hit a deserted pathway, with no more blinding lights. He slows down and I can't help but yell into the night air. "Whooo," I say. I got an idea that I had only seen in movies, but have always wanted to try. "Grayson, I trust you," I tell him and begin to lift my legs on the seat.

"Strawberry, what are you doing?" He asks, clearly shaken to his core.

I ignore him and keep lifting myself up. I put my hand on his shoulders and hoist myself up. I stand up and spread my hands. I closed my eyes as the icy wind passed by me, the feeling in my stomach was exhilarating. I could stay like this forever, feeling the wind through my hair, looking into the night sky, and with the person I love. "I love you, Grayson Archer," I yell into the sky. I can hear him laugh as he keeps driving.

"I love you Amelia Lockheart," he yells back.

I get down after a few minutes and hug him close to me, as he drives us further. There was still so much we needed to talk about, that I told him to pull over. He does and I get off and lay down on the road. He lay down with me and intertwined our hands, as we stared at each other. Was it dangerous laying here, yes, but I wanted to keep feeling the thrill. We stay silent for a moment, letting the adrenalin leave our bodies.