The Cutie and The Racer

Chapter Three

Danny's p.o.v

A bright green dodge charger and Beth's slick black camaro appear in my rear view mirror and my grip on the steering wheel tightens. I promised mom I wouldn't do this, I can't get involved in this again.

The green charger holds back but Beth doesn't. Her engine roars as she gains on me and I crave to go faster. To race again. But the problem is I can't get her out of my head.

I allow myself to press ever so slightly on the gas pedal, once her car reaches the rear end of my own. Her eyes meet mine through my mirror and she winks at me. We hold this pace for a few seconds until she shifts her car and then she's zooming past me, leaving me in a cloud of her smoke. I can't help it anymore. I slam my car into fourth and the tires eat up the pavement between us. I loose the charger easily but Beth's car still disappears from sight around the bends in the back roads. I shift my car into fifth and finally catch her. I swerve behind her until I find an opening to pass, I fly past her and she smirks at me as I move past her. My heart pounds in my chest and I feel at home again. I'm jerked to the left and then I'm facing the wrong way and spinning out of control, Beth's car disappearing over the hill. She just pushed me right out her way. Something tells me that's just her style. Ride or die.

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"What the hell was that?" I pin her against a locker and she let's out a gasp but it sounds more like a laugh. Her dark eyes study me for a moment before she does anything.

Finally, she rolls her eyes,"I don't know what you're talking about."

I can see the bullshit in her eyes. She grins and leans against the locker as if we're casually chatting and I'm not pressed against her in a more-than-friendly way. My hands shake on either side of her head and I'm not sure its from the anger coursing through my veins or the sudden knot in my throat.

"I'm not sure I'm the kinda enemy you want to make." She says after a moment. Her words holding more than a challenge. They hold a promise to tear my world apart. She's a storm, one you should run from, but I've never really been one to stick with the crowd. I want her to pick me up and spin my world around. Something about how blunt she is draws me in.

Finally I find my voice,"W-What's your story, B-Beth?" The question I've been itching to ask her tumbles out of my mouth but its too late because she looks at me like I just slapped her, and then she narrows her eyes,

"Okay, look Danny," Something in my stomach tightens when she says my name, "I don't like it when people mess around in my business. So, I'm giving you one chance to fück off and we'll never mess with each other again." My eyes grow wide, is she threatening me? She cocks an eyebrow waiting for an answer and my heart pounds in my chest. I should leave her alone, mind my own business, but I'm enjoying the rush I get when I'm around her too much.

"No, I t-think f-figuring out the badgirl's story will be way more fun." I surprise myself by my boldness.

"Don't try to figure me out," she growls leaning in close, "I'm a special kinda twisted."