Racing Love Guns. #JustWriteIt #Sports

That rude little lady impress me a lot.

Noah pov.

Today is the beginning. I was ready mentally and physically. For the preliminary, I was racing with nineteen other racers. Except for Markus Cruse and Tyler Woods, no one seemed to be a good competition. But, for me it's gonna be simple, this time no stunts, just speed, as I have planned.
''Sir, this is the list.'' My PA handed me the set of names for each circuit.
I glanced and scanned for the name 'Peter Dawson'. I've never heard about him, some poor little man. I checked for the people racing with him. Zen Truoch was a tough competition. Let's see, what this man is gonna do. Bang his head? Or break others head?

...

''Good job, buddy.'' Jack gave me a pat on my shoulder.
I nodded. My speed level gave me direct entry to Round 4. Let me not make the title wait for me.
I was keen and eager to see Paris. My eyes was searching for her. That rude little lady impress me a lot.
''Hey'' Amy was standing beside me.
All my fans were cheering out my name and my heart was cheering Paris.
''Hai, Amy. Came here to see your bestie's match eh?'' She nodded and her eyes were focused on the race track. The fans were rushing, but I asked the guards to maintain some privacy. So I just waved at them.
''Umm... Amy?'' She raised an eyebrow, asking for more.
''Where is Paris? '' I scratched the back of my neck.
''Uh... actually she couldn't come today.''
''Why?'' I shot up angrily. Her eyes were puzzled.
''I mean, why she didn't appear to see Mr. Dawson? ''
''She is in the hospital'' what the hell happened to her. I was completely worried. I shook Amy in anger, pain and worry. She was blank, blinking.
''She-she... Her friend's mom is admitted in the hospital. And there is no one to take care. So, she is in the hospital, taking care.'' My heart returned back to me. This Amy is such an idiot. Can't she explain anything properly? Somewhere in my heart, Paris is standing with her usual expression, eyebrows raised, tight lips and rigid posture.
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''So that yellow racer is Mr . Dawson? '' Amy nodded.
The flag waved and the bullet fired. Peter was steady. He was constantly raising the accelerator. But his speed wasn't enough. He was coming in the fourteenth place. I shook my head and grabbed my bottle. When I raised my bottle up to drink, I found Peter on the fifth place. It was a gunny trick. He fooled the other racers to think him as a weak competition, and used that point to come up. Two bikes were in front, too close to him. He made a Zigzag move and confused the racers. He let the racer on the third place to skid. Woah! He is different. But not different from Paris's riding style. I sipped my water and kept my eyes keen on the tracks. He suddenly increased the speed and came in track with the other two bikes. All three were on the same line. They were nearing the finishing line. The other racer increased their speed. But, he opted for wheeling. Is he mad or what? Who would do stunts on the last moment. But to my surprise, he rose his bike, pushed it in the air, gaining more thrust. He blocked Zen Trouch's way and came first. Did it really happen? I can't believe my eyes. Zen Truoch, one of the fearing racer lost to a little guy from some corner of the world. The announcer announced- Peter Dawson, double qualified.
I shouldn't have judged him less. Peter, but you are no equal to me. Bang!

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Hai.
I know that I didn't update for a few days. But, I made it. A long chapter.
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