The Cutie and The Racer

Chapter Two

Five minutes after the bell rings, a tall guy struts into the class and slides into the chair next to mine. He smells like engine oil and his hands look like they were stained with it years ago. His black hair is cropped short and his grey eyes scan me before he reveals a set of perfect teeth,"I'm Max."

"Danny." I give a court nod and begin scribbling down the notes written on the board.

Max doesn't skip a beat, "I know who you are." His eyes wander to Beth's back. I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. Everyone probably my knows who I am. Beth owns the school, "Oh." Is my lousy answer.

"Nah, man it's cool." He chuckles and most of the girls in the room turn to look at us with giggles and grins, but when Beth's eyes meet mine she rolls hers and turns back to her phone.

"I heard you're into cars," his tone is more of a question than a statement and I nod.

"Yeah, You?" I've never really been the social type, books and cars were always more my forte than parties and friends.

Another chuckle from Max, "Hell yea! You ever been racin' before?"

"No," I lie, "That wasn't very big down home." Another lie. I feel my palms become sweaty and the heat of Beth's stare burns into my side.

"You'll have to come up to the tracks then and see how its done." Is the last thing Max whispers during the class. The tracks?

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The click of heels against the floor pulls my attention from my locker, towards a blonde bombshell. Her golden ringlets cascade down her shoulders and her V-neck leaves little to imagine. She looks like a barbie doll, edited to perfection with makeup.

Her face scrunches up when a firmilular voice calls out, "I like your shoes." I swing my head in the other direction to see Beth strutting towards the Barbie. The two look like polar opposites. Beth's hair is straight, dark and short, she wears zero makeup and her T-shirt and jeans cover any curves on her body.

"Where'd you get them? Hoes-R-Us?" Beth smirks stopping in front of the Barbie. I turn my attention back to my locker- or at least try.

"At least I resemble a girl. You look like something from a trailer park." The Barbie snarles, rolling her eyes.

Beth snorts as if she finds their little exchange fun, "I would love to see the world from your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass."

Barbie raises her voice,"Go to hell, Beth."

Beth laughs at this and in the smoothest voice replies, "Oh Honey where do you think I came from?"

That's when I realised something real bad must've happened to Beth because of the way she looks at Barbie. Her face may be a mask but her eyes tell you something more, the problem is nobody's noticed it.