~ Outside The Speedway ~ (Lightning McQueen x OC)

Chapter 46

I get a single text on my phone.

Sally

You backstabbing bitch

I'm at your motel, where the fuck are you

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh, what the hell.

I left the restaurant a while ago, the three of us parting ways because of separate plans. I was going to go back to the motel and wait for Lightning to come back from his short meet-up, but now I didn't know where to go, because I sure as hell wasn't going to see Sally.

I can't fucking see her right now! Not after that text, absolutely not. She might strangle me alive.

So I did what I thought was right. I hopped in my car, started for the motel, and called Lightning.

He picked up after the first ring, the city sounds evident as I assumed he was walking back to the motel. We had one car and he insisted I was the one to use it even if his plans were further.

"Hey ba-"

"Where are you?"

He paused, and I could just feel the confused tension through the phone.

"Uh, just about to turn the corner to the motel." His tone changed to worried. "Did something happen? Are you okay?" Now he was panicking.

I exhaled, pushing the gas as the light turned green. I was really testing the speed limit now.

"I'm fine. But you can't go back yet, do not go back. Send me your location and I'll come get you."

His turn to exhale.

"Bu-"

"I'll explain when I get there."

A short pause and some rustling. My phone pings with a text from Lightning, and his location says I'm six minutes away.

I'll pull a Hamilton and be there in four.

"Okay. See you then."

I ended the call and weaved around a few cars.

The truth is, the more she waited at the motel, the angrier she was going to be when I arrived. The worst part was that she'd be even angrier if I arrived with Lightning—it would only prove her right.

Which means I'd have to prove her wrong.

Which means whatever I did, there could be absolutely zero signs of Lightning and I's intimacy.

Except our clothes were strewn across the floor, our bags on top of each other, the bathroom ridiculously messy, and the bed unmade—one that looked exactly like two people had just slept in it.

Okay so, I just don't let her inside the room?

But I'd rather not have a screaming match outside, around other rooms, on the patio where everyone can see and hear us.

This is so messed up.

But what if this is about something else?

I mean, what proof does she have about Lightning and I doing anything? Yeah, okay, she saw us dancing yesterday, but so was everyone else. She didn't follow us to the motel yesterday, at least I'm pretty sure she didn't; the streets were empty coming back.

So again, is there any reason for her to be so angry?

I pull into a random parking lot near Lightning's location, text him my own, and a minute later he slides into the passenger seat of the car. Wordless, I hand him my phone, open to the texts Sally sent me.