𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙍𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙎

1. The Street Race

Not the one's to back down from a
Challenge are we?
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Death Trap, definitely one of it. I look on my left as Drake drove with a mischievous Grin on his perfectly pale skin and blonde hair, Driving at the max speed at 120 Mph. He said I'd love to see this time. Love to join him tonight.. while leaving me still wondering what's it about. "Are you sure you aren't driving towards the woods and plan to murder me?" I question my best friend while lowing down the music that played in the car.

"Not at all– do you really think I'd do that?" He frowns and looks at me for a split second then rolls his dark eyes with a laugh. "I assure you scar, it's something I hope you'd enjoy." He said looking back at the road. It was a cold night, the streets were stalled with haze and quietness longly few people were out. And it was late. And at this time either Drake is leading me to a party or– I think I just might have figured out, Right as he took a turn on the right slowing down the Car.. I see a whole damn crowd ahead still a good 1 Mile away surrounded with... Cars.

Shit.

It's a Sunday night. I'm seated in a Dark Green Toyota Supra. A perfect car set for racing.. it's a fucking Street race. How could have I not figured out? Drake loves street races he joins them every weekend since college. And ..I? Never been to one. Ever. In the past Five years.

Avoiding them for a good reason.

"Don't tell me, you just brought me here..." I mumble giving the blonde guy next to me a good side eye. Which in return he only smirks.

"Look, you've never been to one.. especially never with me since I started these." He gives me a knowing understanding look. He knows why I never go to these he's been my best friend for 10 years now. "I know you drive Hella great Drake. I mean you are good racer I've seen it. We race together I know" I told him.

"Not in a street race, but this isn't about me. Look at you? You drive like you own the road. And race?" He scoffed with a grin. "Show those lovers what you actually are?"

I widen my eyes "What? They didn't even know me.. plus.. no, no I'm not driving–"

"Yes. You. Are" he said with a straight face before pulling up right behind the crowd. My heart in my throat as it's finding it's own pulse to race.

"Drake this is a bad idea, I'll watch you race-"

"Time for a change Scarlett," he looks at me "Maybe forget about the past, the present your responsibilities and perhaps have this time to yourself to enjoy what you love?" He assures hitting the gear as he drove forward as the crowd moved to let our car meet with the rest of the 4 four drivers and their absolutely amazing drives. (Cars).

The crowd cheers seeing Drake join them. Of course they know him. I'm ready to sit next to him while he races or stand out with the crowd and cheer for him. But driving? Hell on race? I would love to. But I always avoided street races for something that would wake in me. Something that I held it down in me. This which reminds me of the days when I was back a little girl.

"Scarlett." Drake calls me out if the maze of my memories "you can do this. You do love a Challenge don't you?" He leans forward to the wheel resting his arm on it while he faces me.  One of the oldest and first reasons me and Drake clicked as best friends was for the love of cars and races. And yet as we grew he showed the kind of Friend who'd stay by my side for anything, anytime. Step up for me, support me and even give my head a good dose if I ever have any wrong opinions, while he helps me lead to proper decisions.

So if he really wants me to do it. Then perhaps I try? Giving him a nod I tilt my head looking at him with a smirk of my own appearing "Fine."

"That's my girl" he smirks back and looks ahead all the eyes are on each of the racers.

Four cars, including drake's now which are five, starting on the first end on my right is a Red Charger Daytona. The eagle speedster of F. Ferrari.
Next to it was a another Pink Toyota Supra with a open head of the car. Definitely belonging to the pretty blonde women standing ahead of it.
While on the left to her leading towards us was a damn hot black Ford Mustang, probably will be droven by the tall dark, guy standing next to it flirting with one the girls from the crowd. And now exactly next to it, was– my mouth fell open as I take in the dark black Porsche.

I'd keep dreaming about this one, I wish I brought My Mercedes tonight. I must have been drooling or lost because I didn't see the the man inside the Porsche roll down the window meeting exactly to my gaze.

My breath hitched. As he looked at me with a questioning gaze. Turn away Scarlett.. right now. But nope.. now I was admiring this man who was seated in my dream Car. And turns out he was dreamy as hell too, those dark hair locks falling over his Impeccable gray eyes— which were staring at me and with a raised a brow.. "Like what you see? Darling" His deep voice earning it's place in me.

I turned away way too quickly to even comprehend that Drake was out of the car already mingling with the crowd. I sat seated not moving from my place.

Was I ready to race?? Looking around at the heated environment. I realized I was nervous than I'd thought I'd be. A moment later I found Drake walk over to my window "get to the drivers seat, red" he smirks "time to show em what you got" he winks and a second later he went and stood in the crowd after talking with his friends who are gonna be racing with me tonight.

Once in the drivers seat. I got my seat belt on. Drake didn't bother telling me about the drives. Because I knew. But he came running back again. "Oh and there are first 4 turns before the road gets straight to lead, the last turn would be risky, thank me later and our car has exactly two boosts, use it wisely" he pointed to the gas boosts right next to me. Near the passenger seat. I nod without uttering a word as all the four racers were now in their cars.

Sharing a rivalous look to each other before all of them turned to me. Yet my eyes only met with the gray ones again. He smirks, not just a smirk a smirk that he's Challenging me. I looked away ahead on the road. Gripping the wheel and getting the car ready, closing my eyes and inhaling

You can do this.. of course I can.

A fresh pulse beats in me. As I hit the gas making the car roar vibrating in me in a ready position. 

The Count down starts one look back at Drake I nod as he smiles. I think I got this. I'm gonna own this. And I mean it. The count down hits One and the man shoots in the air- And the next thing I knew is I was in a whole Damn race.

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