Gas Pedal

The Race

(Ben in the photo)

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"Shit."  Ben chokes out under his breath as he swerved to avoid a pothole.

"That's profanity."  My response slips out between my lips automatically with how many times I said it throughout middle school.  I blush and my ears heat as Ben snorts with laughter.

"Damn right."  Ben offers with a bright cockeyed grin and glances at me before his eyes find the rearview mirror.  His face falls instantly.

"Shit."  He says again.

"That's-"  I stop myself this time, my moth smacking shut.

"Take a look."  Ben offers, jutting a thumb over his shoulder, his other hand still grasping the wheel.

I turn around and looked through the tinted back window.

Blue hair can be seen through the windshield of the car behind Ben's.

Olivia had been driving right in front of us the entire time since we left Hugo's auto shop but now, just in front of her and behind Ben and I, was Amanda Davis in a powerful car of her own.

I caught a small smirk beginning to grow on Ben's face as he kept his eyes on Amanda in the rearview mirror.

Ben pressed down more firmly on the gas and continued to press until I felt inclined to say something about the sudden twenty-five miles per hour gap between Ben's car and the speed limit.

"Um, don't you think this is a little fast?" I almost squeaked. Ben didn't slow down but I was thankful there were no other cars around on the dusty two lane road.

Olivia was still well ahead of us but Ben was gaining quickly and his speed was brushing 70 miles an hour.

Amanda, in her baby blue Chevy car of some sort, continued to ride Ben's tail. Ben flipped her off through his open window and she returned his gesture by blowing a kiss.

"Ben, I really don't think this is a good idea." I added, noticing that his speed had gotten to 80. Ben spared me a quick glance and a raised brow.

"Haven't you ever gone racing before?" He asked accusingly. I shook my head.

"Well no, it's not really my cup 'a tea." I admitted.

"It's a crime to force cars like these to stay in such limited boundaries." Ben said, patting the steering wheel. "Just try to enjoy it, Cam. You might be surprised at the rush."

I slumped back in the seat, defeated. Ben wasn't going to slow down and I was beginning to feel a bit queasy as he neared 90.

The wind crashed violently through the open windows and whipped my hair up into a tornado. I had to shout over the noise to be heard.

"Enjoy it, Cam! Enjoy it!" Ben yelled when he caught the beginnings of another protest starting to fall from my lips.

Ben jerked the wheel hard and accelerated past Olivia who glared at us as we passed.

We had now reached the 100's and were still going up.

I had to admit, the thrill was pleasurable. The desert passing by in a blur out my window, the thought of leaving Olivia and Amanda in our dust. It almost felt more exciting than the adrenaline of a street fight.

I glanced over at Ben. He had a ghost of a smile on his lips and drank in the road before him. His honey brown eyes were wild and glanced in the rearview mirror every now and then. His fingers gripped the wheel tightly.