That One Ride

3. Raven's Point II

She was racing. He knew that dark-blue bike anywhere. It was the same color as her eyes. Well, maybe a bit darker. He hasn't seen her race in a while. She gripped the bars as Ethan yelled ready. And then she was off.

Clearly, it was a chump who challenged her, because he chocked and took about two seconds after her. She was already a good way ahead of him. The guy was a mess, and from the looks of it, so was his bike. Just by the look of how he changed gears, he could tell it hasn't been tuned in quite some time. He didn't even realize Tom was beside him again, until he spoke up.

"You're staring." He snapped his head at his direction, before returning his gaze to the race.

"No I'm not. And even if I was, nobody could tell. I have a darkened visor remember?"

"But, still, you're staring." He scoffed.

"I wasn't staring at her. I was just thinking about when was the last time that chump tuned his bike."

"Mm-hmm. Yeah. But I bet you'd like to tune her bike, too."

"Ah, shut up." He pushed his face away, and Tom laughed. That drew a bit of attention from the crowd around them. Some of them, would give anything to be in Tom's place right now. Scratch that, they all wanted to be in his place. Everyone wanted to know who Night Fury was, and it was an understatement when I say that they were envious. But, they all knew three things. He always came with that jacket, he never took off his helmet and he was fast. That's how he got his name. There were races during the day, too, but he only raced at night. And he was as fast as they get. So Night Fury seemed appropriate as his name. And he did have that dragon on his shoulder, so it just stuck after that.

He knew just how well she could race. She was fast. Maybe even as fast as him. So her going against some show off, was a piece of cake. He followed the race as much as he could through the thick crowd, but lost her at The Rips. She emerged a few minutes later, probably a mile ahead of her opponent. She came to a halt in front of Ethan, and took off her helmet. Still as beautiful as ever. As she mounted off her bike, her friends came over to congratulate her. They always hung out at these things. Beside her, there were four other people.

You remember Frank, right? Well, they call him Franky. He was big, I can tell you that. He got his nickname, Gronckle, that way. Some people wondered how his orange bike hasn't broken under his weight yet. He wasn't the best racer, but was better than most of them. What he lacked at racing, he filled with knowledge. He is one heck of a computer and bike genius. If you need anything, computer or bike related, he's your guy.

Then, come the twins. Tony and Renée Thompson, a.k.a., the Hideous Zippleback. Why you may ask? Well, one reason is they never leave one another. The second, was that they both have matching green bikes. They're rude, stinky and loud. But, they're sneaky when it comes to races. They may not be the smartest arrows in the quiver, but when they're together, nothing can stop them. Seriously. They once blew up a crane. Stay away from their pranks.

Next, you have Scott Jefferson. He has a lot of things. He's rich. He's good looking. Has a sweet black and red bike. Even has a cool track name. Monstrous Nightmare. Chicks dig him. All in all, he has everything. However, if there is one thing, he doesn't have, it's this. The guy lacks a brain. As good as a racer he is, never leave any sort of planning to him. Any sort. Not even your grocery list. Something you should also know about Scott. He's Hunter's cousin. And, his father is the chief of Berk's police. So you all can imagine the glorious life Hunter had. He had a disappointed father, a grumpy uncle and an obnoxious cousin. Couldn't get better than that, can it, now?

The chump who challenged her, came about two minutes later. He stopped just long enough to give her the money, and then he was off, embarrassed. He smirked under his helmet as Scott tried to flirt with her, but she just pushed him away. Tom laughed at that, and it drew her attention. And her friends. He straightened himself and turned to Hunter, to make it seem like he wasn't looking at them. But the smile on his face revealed him. They made their way to the two of them. Tom walked out a bit, leaving Hunter watching from his back.