Hidden Gold

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above is a gif of nixon portrayed by andrea denver 

song of the chapter: wild ones - flo rida

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When we got to the tracks we were greeted by many people we saw regularly, I wouldn't say they were friends, more like acquaintances.

"Hey Ale, Mandy," A random girl said. I never bothered to learn these people's names, they were never really important to me. I didn't care about them and I knew they didn't care about me. They cared about the "cool" parties I could get them into. However, I never gave them my real name. Coming from the richer side of town, it was not in my best interest to reveal information about myself. People are wild on this side of town and one wrong move, you're out.

"Hey! Have you seen Luke?" Mandy asks.

"Yeah, he's at his usual spot," The girl says while nodding in Luke's direction and we politely say 'thank you.'

"Hey baby," Mandy says while greeting Luke with a kiss.

"Hey babe," He responds back after they pull apart from their kiss. "Hey Ale."

"Hey Luke," I nod, "Are you racing tonight?"

"Nah, my baby needs a little fixing up so I'm giving her a break tonight," He tells me and I nod in understanding. Luke hardly ever misses a race, so it came as a shock to me. I will not lie, Luke is the best out here. He's never lost a race for as long as I've been coming around.

"Hey, Ale, what time is it?" Mandy asks.

"Don't you have your phone?" I ask her.

"No, it's dead so I left it at home," She explains. I search my pockets for my phone, but come up empty.

"Shit, I left my phone in the car. I'll be back, I need to go get it," I tell them and walk back to my car. When I got to my car, I saw my phone sitting in the middle console through the window. At least no one stole it. I quickly grabbed my phone and locked my car to head back to where Amanda and the others were, when I felt a cold substance drip onto my shirt.

"What the fuck," I yell angrily while pulling my shirt away from my chest.

"Shit, my bad," A man apologizes not-so sincerely.

"Sorry doesn't cut the fact that my shirt smells like cheap beer now, asshole," I grumble.

"I'm sorryyyy," He slurs.

"Great and you're drunk," I say to myself. I finally look up at him and realize he's not bad looking. He's easily over six foot, which is pretty giant since I'm five foot ten, with rich chocolate brown hair and deep green eyes. Although he was gorgeous, he was still a drunk asshole who ruined my shirt.

"Sweetheart, if you come home with me tonight, who cares about your shirt smelling like beer? It's gonna come off anyways," He stutters out.

"How about no," I respond while rolling my eyes.

I look around me to see a lot of people rushing into their cars in a hazardous manner.

"Hey dude, what's going on?" I ask a guy who's trying to get to his car as fast as possible.

"Cops are coming!" He yells.

"What the fuck, cops never come around here," I say to myself. "Shit, I gotta get outta here."

"Cops are coming? Oh no! I have to gooooo," The drunk dude says. "Can you give me a ride home?" He hiccups out.

"What? Dude no, go find your friends," I tell him while getting into my car.