Wild riders

The races

         

Pulling up to the races, I glance to the sides to see rows of cars lining the outsides with their hoods pulled up, girls bending down in there 'shorts' that seemed to be up their arses. I sigh at some of the fakeness from the girls, and pull up into my usual spot, that nobody takes. My black heels collide with the concrete beneath me, making a click noise that all heels make. I slam my door shut, looking around and pulling my shorts down. I picked shorter shorts then usual. I flick my straightened hair out of my face as the wind breeze blows.

"Ay Avery over here!" I turn around to see Lance with a blonde girl in his arms, the usual. He pushes her slightly, signalling for her to leave. I smile and make my way over to him, giving him a hug. Pulling apart, Lance snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me into him

"Dawg you looking fine tonight." He says, passing me a Cruiser as I take the cap of and take a swing of it

"Thanks bro, how's your car doing? Did you end up getting your paint job?" I say as he guides us towards his newly painted Gtr r33 in yellow, red flames going up the sides of the car.

"This is killer man, looks snazzy." I say, walking around his car. I feel my drink getting yanked out of my hand as I furiously pull my head up, only noticing that it was Skye.

"Underage drinking again." Her lip pulls up into a smirk as I roll my eyes and look for Lance. Spotting him and what looks like my next victim to race with, I make my way over to them. The stranger instantly looks up, eying me up and down

"Baby girl, you better pop that ass of yours back in those short before someone takes them off." He says, sending me a wink

"You better keep that mouth shut before I shove my fist into your face." I say as his face drops while anger builds up inside of me. I really should stop wearing this sort of stuff.

"Avery being feisty again I see." Lance smirks and laughs slightly as I ignore his comment

"Whatever what's the buy in?" I ask as the stranger pulls a stack of money out of his pocket

"6k, unless you want to race for your pretty ass." He says as I roll my eyes once again

"If you want that, this is not the place to be at,go to Hollywood." I snap at him. I came here for money, nothing else. I look over to Lance, holding in his laughter as we continue arguing.

"Settle this on the track!" Lance yells, making our conversation end and part ways to our vehicles. I huff as I slam my car door shut and drive myself to the starting line.

A teenage girl in a black mini skirt and a crop top, slowly raises her two hands. I reve my engine in response and glance over to the same stranger. He gives me a wink as I roll my eyes, for the third time tonight. The girl lowered her arms, signalling the race to start.

My foot automatically hits the pedal as my car lunges forward. Reaching for the gear stick, I pull it back as my car hits 90. My rival hits his nos and shoots up forward. Too soon I think. My hand hovers over the nos button as I wait for the right time. Pushing it, I start to feel the adrenaline rush through my body. I smile in joy as I fly pass the finishing line.