The Bad Boy is Undercover

Chapter One

The Bad Boy Is Undercover- Chapter One- "Illegal car racing hosted by a man who strongly resembled Big Bird from Sesame Street."

Moonlight filtered into the room, a slight breeze outside ruffling the tree's leaves. A branch scraped against the window, the result being a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard.

The noise came once again, before a hand appeared, fingers fiddling with the latches. Cool air filled the room as the window was pushed open.

I rolled my eyes, watching my best friend swing her right leg over the sill, followed by the left. She winced as her feet hit the floor with a loud thud.

"Are you ready or what?" Megan folded her arms over her chest and furrowed her eyebrows in my direction. I could just make out her features in the dark room, her hazel eyes narrow.

I nodded slowly, sending my bed one last longing look. I could just stay home and keep my mattress company, instead of going out into the cold.

I hoisted myself out of the window and landed on the grass, ground shock taking over. The brunette haired girl in front of me let out a hysterical laugh, watching me cower into the ground.

"I don't want to go."

"It's going to be fun!" Megan grabbed my arms, pulling me up and dragging my freezing body to the car. Her prized possession, a dirty, dinosaur aged pick up truck that her father had brought her. It soon turned into her 'everything'

I didn't have anything against it. Except the fact that it could suddenly stop working at any minute. The rusty door creaked as I opened it, climbing inside and taking a deep breath of the all too familiar cinnamon scent of Megan's all time favourite perfume.

The truck protested with a low groan as my doe eyes friend twisted the key. Finally, the engine started up and the vehicle heaved forward with a dark cloud of smoke left behind it.

"I want to go home." I stated whilst stepping into the arena. Megan searched the crowd of eager car racers, eyes settling on the other half of our group for tonight.

"Isn't this awesome?" Parker grinned over at me, motioning for me to take a look around the cramped arena. I gave him a feeble nod before glancing down at the race track where two cars were lined up, ready to compete.

"The race is starting in exactly one minute, can everyone please get their betting money to the main desk?" The host's voice reverberated around the building walls.

"Is it just me or does the host strongly resemble Big Bird from Sesame Street?" Luke burst out laughing in the plastic seat beside me, slapping his knee. I groaned, feeling everyone's eyes on the boy who just happened to be one of my friends.

Once the race had started, I just zoned out and pretended to be with the people who weren't trying to throw skittles into each other's mouths.

"As always, Hunter is the winner." Parker scrunched up his nose, jutting out his chin towards the arena.

I frowned, grabbing his arm in an attempt to stay close instead of getting lost in the crowd.

My best friend pulled me into his chest, letting out a groan as a boy who seemed to be around 20 years old tapped my butt. I gazed over my shoulder, glaring at him.

Two hands grabbed my waist, pulling me away from Parker. I was surrounded by unknown people, bustling and shoving me to get past. Craning my neck to try find safety was no use, everyone around here had the height of a telephone pole.

"There you are!" A middle aged man hauled me over his shoulder, pushing past people. I clenched my fists and hit his back, demanding to be let down.

Before I knew what was going on, a helmet was placed on my head and being buckled up. I was shoved into a car, in the drivers seat.

"Hey, you! I'm not a racer!" I fought against the door handle, which wouldn't budge. I was too weak from hitting the man. A loud crackling voice filled the car, counting down from ten.

My heart sunk as I took in my surroundings. The grandstand with people in their seats. The large screen showing my helmeted self in the car. The car that was parked on the race course. I slammed my eyes shut, my chest heaving up and down. I open them again, looking across the arena.

"Five..." I gathered myself together, starting the engine and taking a shaky breath. Please let me live to see the sun tomorrow.

"Four..." Oh God, what am I doing?

"Three..." Kill me now.

"Two..." Tell my family I love them.

"One..." I'd like to be buried, not cremated, thanks.

"Go!" I put my foot down on the pedal, the car rushing forward. It was a losing battle, the other racer was already ahead at the first corner.

I clutched the wheel, kicking the pedal once again. My heart pounded out of my chest, the arena around me blurring. Tears were streaming down my face, the helmet blocking most of my view. The second to last corner.

I bit my lip, focusing on the road ahead of me. The car hugged the edge, and I came level with the other racer, not taking my foot off the accelerator. The person took one glance at me before speeding up, taking the last corner with ease. This was it. I was going to lose.

Just as I turned, I pushed the right gear into place, speeding past the other car. Everything went in slow motion as I crossed the finish line.

The car slowed down to an abrupt halt and I rested my head on the steering wheel,  trying to calm myself down.