BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE

Chapter 19:DON'T HATE THE PLAYER. (PART 1)

MAYA.

One week!

One bloody week!

One whole hellish week since I last saw him.

One whole agonizing week since the event that led to him and I sharing a bed, and him telling me nothing happened between us.

I spent the better part of the past few days feeling sorry for myself. It felt like I was rejected even though I hadn't confessed my feelings to him.

Halfway through sulking around all day and feeling sorry for myself, I decided I'd had enough of that bullshit, and I was gonna do whatever it took to get my mind off him.

However, the task of finding what to do led me to a painful realization that I have no social life outside of Sasha and Eric. Talk about a boring life, am I right? Hence, I spent a considerable amount of time going through my list of very few hobbies, if I might add, to come up with an activity that would have such an effect or close to such a feeling. I was only reminded of something I loved doing more than anything.

And what was this something I loved doing more than anything you might be wondering?

Street racing!

YEP!

You heard that right!

I chose the only thing I have in common with the one person I was trying so hard to forget.

Ha!

How pathetic is that?

You might be thinking, 'It's a dumb idea, Maya, don't do it!' and you might just be right about that. But I can't help it, not when it comes to racing.

Racing is not just something I enjoy but an activity that somehow has a way of making my darkest days brighter. Because when you're racing you can't think about anything but racing alone.

I could race all night without a care in the world. But it just so happens that there's a party at one of Noah's friends tonight, coupled with the fact that it's a Friday night. It goes without saying. It's officially the weekend which also means I can't use school as an excuse to skip the party.

Sasha simply will not stand for it, not when she's going to see her crush. So, to be able to survive a night filled with drunken, hormonal young adults, I need to prepare myself with some sort of an antidote.

So yeah, racing is a must!

"Damnit!"

I cursed under my breath, dodging behind the pillar under the bridge, when I saw Andrew and his group of friends standing in what almost looked like a circle, chatting animatedly.

Wait a second!

"Why am I hiding?" I whispered checking my choice of attire for the night. There's no way anyone would recognize me in this disguise.

"It's alright, you're okay. You got this!" I said petting my pounding heart as I gave myself a little pep talk.

I tugged on my hoodie to make sure it wouldn't slip off when I walked into the crowd or got on the motorcycle as I walked out of my hiding place, trying my best to avoid 'you know who' and his friends. I can't have them look me in the eyes because I know for a fact that one looks into my eyes and Hossein will know I'm the one.