[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"I am an artist, the track is my canvas, and my car is the brush." — Graham Hill
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A R I E L L E
"His ego's too big for his own good." I tell her, setting my jacket on my shoulders.
Summer runs a tattooed hand through her short dark hair, staring at me with piercing light green eyes. "Yeah, but he's hot." Summer was wearing black jeans and a colourful button–up over a printed crop top. She was in shape, always was, and that showed whenever she decided to show off the muscles apparent in her abdomen, like she's done today.
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I give her a strange look, "Uh—" I start.
She shrugs, "Just because I prefer pússy doesn't mean I don't know a hot guy when I see one."
"What'd I hear about pússy?" Chase questions with a raised eyebrow as he approaches Summer and myself. Chase was fit as well, muscles bulging from his tank top with ripped jeans on his legs and a backwards ball cap on his head which hid his dark brown hair. His brown eyes find mine and I roll mine at his response.
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