Race Heart

Chapter 1

Dakota's P.O.V:
Eight jumps, four corners sharper than any fucking turn you've ever taken, 3 straight aways, and one 100 meter mud pit with clay so thick you'd have to amputate your leg if you got it stuck. This was the layout of the track I raced at every Saturday afternoon.

Currently I was approaching the last 100 meter mud slide at about 65 miles per hour. I had a trick to get myself over the clay that will suck you down into the earth and kill you, well maybe not kill you. I got spikes put on the soles of my boots just to pull off this trick. So I guess I should explain what it is.

Right before that muddy doom hole is a jump just large enough to lift my body off of my seat and suspend me in the air for a few seconds. While I'm in the air I kick my feet back against the rear metal plates that I welded to the back rack. the angle that my body is at causes the weight displacement of the machine to be completely equal. The machine glides over the water for the first 80 meters until I get to the clay. I cut the handle bars to the left as hard as I can, sitting back normally, causing the machine to hydroplane over the top of it.

So I did what I took 3 months to come up with and it works every single damn time. I swerved the machine to the right to stop it from spinning and hit the gas, passing through the finish line, in first place for the 25th time in a row.

I ripped my helmet off my head and held it in the air in victory, ginning like an idiot. People clapped and cheered and everything was perfect.

The only four out of ten people that made it over the clay, crossed the finish line. The pit crew went over to the clay and pulled the rest of the atvs out of the thick clay and were disqualified from the race, because of the inability to complete the track.

The Race Official came over and gave third and second place ribbons to those people and then handed me a trophy that was almost twice my height. I was only 5'2" so it wasn't hard to beat that I guess. He held my hand in the air and everyone cheered and clapped.

Yes. I was known as the 18 year old girl who had the guts to race the 9 fastest male racers in Wisconsin.

***later***

I strapped down the last strap on my four wheeler and my dad set my trophy in the back of my truck. My friends all sat in the bed laughing and yelling excitedly for the party that was just about to happen at my house. A group of about 30 or 40 girls and guys ran over towards my truck.

"Autographs!!!" They all screamed simultaneously. I grabbed pens and pencils signing notebooks, napkins, faces, arms, and anything else that people could Hand me. I frantically signed as many as I could and hugged people. Some took pictures also. When everyone all stampeded away, there was a little girl in cowboy boots and her dark brown hair braided into pigtails, sitting in the dirt looking really sad. I walked over to her and sat in front of her.

"Hello, I'm Dakota." I said to her. She looked up and smiled weakly.

"I'm Jessie. I know who you are. You're famous." she said. I laughed a little.

"Why do you look so sad?" I asked.

"All those tall people pushed me over in the dirt to talk to you." she said. She was holding a helmet that was way too big, in her lap.

"I'm sorry. But hey, none of them get to sit in the dirt and have a conversation with me now do they? I said laughing. She giggled showing her missing teeth in the front. She was about 8 years old.

"Do you think you could sign my helmet?" She asked. I smiled and took the sharpie from her. I signed it with a heart and smiled.

"Isn't this a little big for you?" I asked.

"It's gonna be mine when I get big like you and can race like this." She said.

"Ohhh nice. I'm sure you'll get first just like me." I said. She laughed and hugged me tightly.

"Jessie!" I tall handsome young man walked over in tight jeans, cowboy boots and a tight black tshirt. I think I drooled a little but quickly snapped out of it. She stood up and looked at him.

"Go by mom and dad, they're looking for you." he said.

"Sorry. I was just cheering her up. She seemed sad." I said blushing.

"It's ok. Hey you're Dakota. Nice race." He said.

"Thanks." I said smiling.

"I see you've met Jacob." My dad said walking over to us.

"You know him?" I asked.

"I pay him as of an hour ago." he said. I looked at him confused.

"I have decided that because you are sort of famous now and are getting attention from the news and papers and YouTube that you need a body gaurd. So here he is." he explained. My heart flipped and i got angry.

"I don't need a fucking body guard. I can protect myself." I snapped.

"You're going to accept him and you're going to like it. Starting at this party." he said. I groaned and grabbed my keys, walking towards the truck. Jacob ran after me and grabbed them from my hand.

"I'll drive." he said stopping me in my tracks. My eyes widened.

"Oh no you won't drive my brand new 2015 F-150 that was $31,000 and I am still paying off." I said grabbing my keys back from him. I got in the truck and he laughed at me, getting in too.

I drove back to my house angrily because of this new dumbass following me around.