Ema's...FRIEND?! (BROTHERS CONFLICT FANFICTION)

Chapter 6-The Race

I put on my black longsleeved shirt, blue skinny jeans, knee high black leather boots, and headed outside to my balconey. My keys dangled from my waist as I paced back and forth.

"I'm on the fifth floor. Chii-chan is right below me. So I can jump onto her balconey since she goes to bed around 10. Then after that I'll jump onto the next balconey the the next one after that. Then I'll get to my motorcycle and head to the race."

I nod my head and grab my mask. It covered my mouth and my cheeks, gripping onto my ears. I was still famous so if word got out that the famous Saki-chan was a street racer...well, you get the picture. (Forth Wall has been broken). I jumped onto Chii-chan's balconey to see Juli standing guard outside.

"So you've still been racing. Be careful out there."he squeaks.

"Thank you."

I jump to the balconey below me to see Wataru with his door open. His eyes landed on mine and he quickly ran up to me. Dammit...

"Saki-chan is that you?"he asks.

"How can you tell it was me?"I ask.

"Only Saki-chan has eyes like those. Where are you going?"

I cover his mouth with my hand and make a 'sh' motion with my other.

"I'm on a secret mission. And I'm trusting you to keep this a secret."

"Hai! I will Agent Saki-chan!"he smiles, saluting me.

'So cute.'

"Now go to bed."

"Hai! Goodnight! Saki-chan!"

I closed the sliding door and jumped down onto the ground. I landed on a soft patch of grass but falling from a few stories can shock you. I then ran to my motorcycle and sped off to the race. I arrived at Lin Street with 5 minutes to spare. All the racers were lined up in a row. A man with deep red hair was riding a mulitfuntional jeep to my left, Lone. Ridd, a young man in a scratched mustang revved his enging to my right. Felten, a blond man youngest of us all...only 18, rode an expensive shiny looking compact car. Roshi, Felten's older brother drove a red sports car. And Al a deep blue haired man rode an average mountain truck with ridged wheels. We were lined up in that order. It made me wonder...why would the rich boys stay in the danger zone known as the middle of the lane. I always stayed near the outside to prevent scratches and crashes. I knew for sure they were planning something.

"You have a nice ass for a racer don't you think."whistled Lone as he eyes my curvy figure.

"And you have such an ugly face for a car like that. I kinda feel sorry for it."

"Why you-"

He was interrupted by a tall blond female with a tie dye T-Shirt in her hand walk into the lane. The crowd around us wolf-whistled and cheered and were finally went silent after a few seconds.

"Alright! I want to see a good, clean race got it! If one of you get killed, resurrect yourself and cry to your insurence agent! If you can't do that, then get your ass of my street! On your mark..."

I rev my engine loudly and kick up my balance stick. Time to get this show on the road.

"Get set..."

The other competitors start their engines and snicker to themself. Unlike them...I'm not cocky.

"GO!"cheers the female waving the shirt wildly.

We all blast off the starting line and follow the route. Around downtown once and back to the start. Sounds easy right. The two richies Roshi and Felten sped off in front of us while screaming and howling. I then turned a corner sharply and rode in front of them.

"Hey girl! As much as I love this veiw, you better get your ass behind me!"

"Then you better get your shit together and drive!"

I felt my adrenaline rush through me as I kept turning corners faster than any of them. Lone ended up crashing into a pole after he slipped on an oil spill. Ridd got closed off into a corner by the cops. Blinks of blue and red covered my side mirror. Al suddenly pulls up ahead of me but then ends up stopping completely after the cops create a barricade.

"All of you stop right there!"

Al stopped. So did Roshi and Felten. But I just couldn't. I was so caught up in the moment. In the thrill. I increased speed and ignored the police mans' threats. I swiviled my motorcycle through a small opening and a gunshot makes my ears ring. But I still didn't stop. I raced away and crossed the spray painted finishline as the only competitor to ever cross it again. I thrusted my fist in the air and the crowd cheered wildly. With that I look into the crowd to see Hal collecting money. Our eyes connect and I drive off. I parked my motorcycle on the side of the road next to our house and climbed the fence. I then snuck into the mansion. The sliding doors opened when I put in my key and no one was awake. I used the elevator to get to the fifth floor and tip toed to my room. Aware of the bleeding bullet wound on my right leg.