❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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The chant of the crowd floods my ears but my eyes was glued to the girl who was sitting on the first row of bleachers; so free and smiling ear to ear all the while chanting my name.
My girlfriend - girlfriend - still can't believe she's mine. My girlfriend sits at the front bench screaming so loud that I didn't even notice the people who didn't. My girlfriend with the purple highlights in front of her hair. My girlfriend with the biggest smile in the arena. My girlfriend I'm sure would clean up my wounds anytime I get injured. My girlfriend I would give anything in the world to make happy.
I didn't even listen to what the emcee was saying until the rider beside me tapped me to pay attention.
"Jesus," he exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest. "what the fuck got your attention?"
"Nothing," I shake my head, smiling under my helmet while Rafe tilts his head.
I shift my attention to the race I just won, trying to decipher what the fuck the emcee has to say again.
"Something came up." he says flatly, staying silent for a few seconds to increase the tension.
"We know," he turns around facing me. "Our usual won the game, but the people have gotten bored yeah?"
To my surprise, some people in the crowd murmur yes, bringing a frown to my face. I sneak a glance at Darya only to find her with the same expression as me.
Bored? If anything, I'm making it easier for the people who place a bet on me winning because, I always win. I'm not bragging or being full of myself. It's a well known and proven fact around here, people know when I'm in the game, I come to win. Nothing else. So where the fuck is this bullshit coming from?!
I pin the emcee - who's obviously trying to avoid my gaze - with a glare as I try to decipher where he's going with this.
"Now the organizers are trying to bring up something else," he states and the excitement from the crowd intensifies. "A new game. A challenge. The Globe of Death."
I freeze. Literally. My blood runs cold and I grit my teeth in annoyance because what the actual fuck? I turn to look at Rafe and he shares the same expression as me.
Not only did we ace the race but we also have to compete in another one none of us prepared for? I'm not new to participating in the globe of death but an impromptu one wasn't on my list today.
"What do you guys say about a stunt?" he asks, hyping up the audience and their screams and the stomps of their feet filled the arena, fueling my anger. "Our top five bikers are going to perform a stunt in the Globe of death."
The crowd screams and I turn my gaze to Rafe who was already cracking his knuckles, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stares down the announcer who was still not looking at either of us.
