Typical

Chapter 8

Arriving to the streets where we were hosting the race he dropped me off, "I called one of my friends, Chandler to come take care of you, just in case anyone tries to mess with you or in case the cops show. He said he'd meet you at the bar so go there right away and be careful." Tyson said as he looked at me.

"Tyson I'm not five I can take care of myself for your information, but go win that race!" I said smiling as he smiled then drove off to the starting line. Looking for the bar was a struggle. There was so much people everywhere I could barely get through crowds. It was especially awkward because half the girls weren't wearing tops but either just bras or had just paint on their breast. And had shorts that just barely covered their asses. Looks like I was a little over dressed for this event... haha nahh they just need Jesus.
Eventually reaching the bar I spotted Chandler. He was was sitting on a stool drinking a beer while talking to a guy who tended the bar. Walking to Chandler I sighed tapping his shoulder. Which didn't get his attention so I just decided to pinch him which made him flinch.
  "God! What the hell was that for?!" Chandler glared at me as he then shook his head, "so you're the little kitten Tyson's got wrapped around his finger." He smirked looking me up and down as the bartender went to serve another group of people who had just walked in. "He does not got me wrapped around his finger," I states as he cut me off.
"Normally Tyson doesn't go for the innocent girls, but I can see why he chose you, you got curves and everything." Chandler scoffed and took another long gulp of his beer then continued, "but before long he'll just leave you and forget about you." He said then turned his back on me.
  "You're a little prick. Who knows maybe he's changed? And Tyson made you come here to 'take care' of me not stress me." I said then walked out bar trying to find the way to the starting line. As I kept walking I could feel a hand on my ass. Turning around on my heel I was about to slap who ever grabbed it until I saw it was just Nate. His eyes were basically slits and were red.
  "Fancy seeing you here." Nate smirked. Not responding, he continued talking, "did you come to see me win?" he asked a broad smile spread on his face.
  "Actually...no." I shook my head, "I came with Tyson."I said shrugging as I gave him a small smile as his faded into a frown.
  "Hmm...interesting." He said then took my hand, "where are we going?" I asked as I followed him through the crowds of people. "Just getting you to the front of the spot so you can see me win this race" he said as I rolled my eyes at his remark.

When we reached a place for me to stand  or what Nate called it "The best seat in the house"  we looked at each other awkwardly "Well...I got to yanno. Go and race." He said noting towards where  a whole row of cars were lined up.

"Have fun losing." I said taunting him as he gave me a small fun glare then jogged off. Standing there all by myself since Chandler was supposed to be 'babysitting' me but instead at the bar; I sighed. Until I heard I loud gun shot, but to my luck it was just the gun the shot when they started races. Anyways, the first set of cars took off quickly leaving away dust and dirt. Watching the cars take off you could see and hear people whistling and hollering. People must really be into this stuff. Some girls my age even yanked off their shirts and had the person they were rooting for name on their breast. Ew.

When the first set of cars came back, the second set which Tyson and Nate were in drove up.  This rap was different though because instead of racing one or two laps they raced 4 or 8.  Spotting Tyson's car I noticed him looking at me. Smiling at him I waved wishing him luck. Then the gun went off. I could see the concentration on his face as he looked at the road then drove off as fast as he could. He was then ahead of everyone, with Nate in second place and at his tale. 'Go Tyson, Go Tyson'  I said eager for him to win. But then Nate was right next to Tyson's car ramming into it. But Tyson then accelerated forward leaving Nate behind. Six other cars were behind Nate each one passing another. But then the crowd went silent. I couldn't understand why until I saw and my stomach dropped.