Tips From A Street Racer

Chapter 3: Road Rage

I Gulp down my fear as I gaze into Andrew's
Hazel brown eyes, all my words seem to be bubbling in my throat.

"What was that, hon?" Andrew said. If he knows anything about me, he would know I hate to be called honey, darling, sweety and definitely not hon. And judging by the fact that he's currently smirking in satisfaction, I'm going to say he knows.

"That tares it." I grumble out.

Momentarily forgetting about the fact that I am parked in the middle of the highway, with cars honking at me, I step out, fists clenched.

I slam the door shut behind me and March right up to Andrew.

"I'll give you 5 seconds to take it back..." I say, picking at my nails like I don't have a care in the world, when really, I'm a ticking time bomb.

"...And walk away like none of this ever happened, away from my car."

He's not moving.
"Alrighty then."

Cue dramatic pause....

"5..."
I begin my count down.

"4..."
Still nothing.

"3..."
His smirk is growing while I study him to see if staring makes him tick enough to move.

"2..."
He realizes I'm not kidding.

"1..."
I see his muscles tense.

"0."

Ha! Now I'm the one smirking when his expression drops at the fact that I never stopped counting.

"Okay buddy, you asked for it." I whisper to myself, turning around and acting like I'm just going to walk away.

I hear him breath out a sigh of relief when i retreated back to my car.

as if on cue, my body whips back around to face him as I completely forget that the bad boy of school is who I'm about to possibly fight when I send my fist straight into his face.

Boom! I think as my knuckles make contact with his cheek and his face turns away on impact.

I shake out my hand as his eyes slowly find mine, anger laced between confusion flaring in his eyes.

"What the hell was that for!" Andrew shouts out in frustration.

"You didn't move when I got to zero so I reacted." I reply in a matter of fact way, picking at my nails again just to piss him off.

He mutters something inaudible with his finger tips pressed against his temples.

I wonder who could be the cause of his frustration? Oh wait! It was me.

I lean on my car, enjoying this little skirmish when Andrew falls into fits of laughter.

What the hell's he laughing at! He just got punched in the face! His nose is bleeding and everything.

I'm instantly uneasy as he says his next sentence.

"Oh, and Collins, tell Miller I say hi."

My jaw hits the ground at this. I'm left alone in a confused state, as Andrew walks off the road.

What just happened? He knows I know Henry Miller, which must mean he knows I race! That bloody bastard. I think, fitting the pieces together.

No, no, he never said anything about me racing, he must be friends with Henry. Yeah, that's it.

A loud honk from behind me ends my thoughts. A man is sitting in his car behind me, probably cursing at me for not moving.