Racing Is A Drug: Love Never Dies [COMPLETE]

Chapter Nine

It's Friday. Race night. Yesterday me and Tyler went to work and he got a lot of stares from the other guys but he was slowly becoming himself again. The swelling and bruising was going back to normal on his eye and now we were watching Knight and Day on Netflix.

"You wanna go racing tonight?" I asked him. He looked down at me and smiled

"Sure thing sis" he replied and pulled me into him. I rested my head on his chest and carried on watching the film.

Once it had finished we both ran out the room and up the stairs to get to the bathroom first. I managed to dive in first and I stuck my tongue out at him. He shot me a playful glare and I closed the door. I had a shower, re did my make up and hair then got dressed. It was starting to get cold out, considering it was now early November so I wore some black skinny jeans, a plain T-shirt with a leather jacket over the top and some combat boots. I tied my straightened hair back into a ponytail and left the wispy bits flowing down. I bombed down the stairs and sat in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to come down so we could leave.

Eventually, he came down and he was wearing a white muscle shirt with jeans and grey vans. I smiled and we headed out to our cars.

"I'mma beat you tonight bro" I told him as I climbed into the Camaro. He laughed

"Whatever helps you sleep at night" he replied and I laughed in response. We sped out of the drive and towards the race track. We pulled up and parking in our normal bay. We sat on my hood and looked out at all the sketchy people and the ones here to just have a good time. I stuffed my hands in my leather jacket and carried on looking around.

"Hey! Slag!" I heard someone shout. It was Iggy Azalea look a like storming towards me. Last time we meet was at the club where I knocked her out. I stood up, off the hood and met her stance. "This your boyfriend?" She asked looking at Tyler. I glanced at him and scoffed

"Na, this is my big, bad brother, what do you want?" I asked, quite amused by her.

"I wanna sort this out, once and for all" she gestured to the two of us.

"Sort what out? The fact that I bumped into you and you won't get over it?" I retorted

"And the fact you knocked me out" she added. I laughed at the memory

"Oh yeah! That was pretty funny" I recalled. She lunged at me and grabbed me by the collar of my jacket. I smiled at her angry face.

"Ladies, ladies" Tyler finally chipped in "Why don't we trust settle this with a race?" He asked. Her face turned panicked slightly. My smile grew.

"You know what, there's not point in this, it's petty" she said and let go off me. She straightened out my collar "Have a good night" she added and her and her friends walked away. I turned to Tyler still smiling. Obviously, a crowd had formed and were looking and the 2 of us waiting for one to say something.

"No ride?" He guessed. I shook my head, still smiling on the verge of another laugh

"She can't drive" I replied and erupted into laughter. The mob of people joined in and crowded round us. "Come on bro, I wanna whoop your ass" I told him and got in Camaro. He laughed and got in his Evo. We drove to the start line and waited patiently

"Why don't we make this a little more interesting" I said as we finally ended up at the front of the que "If I win, you do all the chores round the house, like the cleaning, the cooking, the washing, the lawn everything" I counted them off on my fingers. A smug smile crossed his face

"Alright, but if I win you do all the chores" he said. I nodded and stuck my hand out the car to awkwardly shake it.

"A'ight, here we go" the starter shouted. For once it wasn't a slut that was starting it.