BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE

Chapter 21: PARTY LIFE.

MAYA.

(PREVIOUSLY ON  B.O.M.E)

"We should dance!"

Sasha shouted, dragging Eric and me to the dance floor when they started playing 'In Da Club' by 50 Cent, and I laughed out loud as Eric being the goofy ass nerd he is, started doing the robot dance. And, of course, I joined in because It'd be weird if I let him do that alone at a party.

Sasha looked over at both of us with an amused expression, shrugging in a way that indicated she was used to our abnormal and quirky behavior as she joined us in doing the robot dance.

We all burst into fits of laughter as we danced our merry hearts out on the dance floor without any worries or care in the world, and I couldn't help but remember some events from earlier today.

(Two hours ago. Bike racing.)----

Even after getting the reply of assurance about our safety just a second ago I just couldn't help but worry as my heart was beating crazily in my chest thinking about all the things that could go wrong if he decided not to keep his words but still, I shoved my phone into my cargo pant ripping it along with my thoughts as I got on my bike and waited for the 'go' signal from the starter before taking off into the night.

One thing I know for sure about making such deals with these kinds of people is that no deal is set in stone until both parties meet for payoffs before clients' satisfaction can be assessed.

It's a risky gamble and somewhat idiotic decision when you think about it because both parties don't have the time to meet before striking such deals and there isn't a hundred percent guarantee that any one of those parties will hold on to their part of the bargain by granting a request or make the pay off after a request is granted. Regardless, I'm counting on this particular deal to be a rare case because there's so much at stake here and I'm not even referring to the money.

It wasn't long after we took off riding into the night that I noticed Andrew riding hot on my heels trying to overtake so he could gain as much distance between us as possible, and I was snapped back into reality.

Crap!

I'd been so focused on my thoughts that I almost forgot I had a race to win.

I admit this race wasn't about the money. Regardless, I'm not risking my life just to see him win. I don't think he'd be happy knowing I let him win on purpose either. So, I decided tonight would be the end of this long-standing debate about who's the better racer between us as I zoomed past him into the night with the smugness of someone who's about to kick ass.

Eat my dust, sucker!

I hadn't gotten too far when I almost made a stop, thinking it wasn't too late to forfeit the race and call it quits when I got to the entrance of North Side, still unsure of what the future held for us there when I heard the sound of Andrew's bike getting closer. Knowing he'd go in there regardless of my decision propelled me to make up my mind immediately.

Why does he have to be so strong-headed?

Thankfully, we did not encounter serious difficulties from the locals as we made it into their territory, apart from the countless roadblocks every one and then that made the race unnecessarily complicated than it needed to be. It seems they did that on purpose, but we made it out of North Side in one piece, and that I can live with.