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❝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...
"No one really knows why they're alive until they know what they'd die for."— Martin Luther King Jr.
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A R I E L L E
"Oh, come on!" I tease, elbowing him in his side.
Hayes chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. "I'm dead serious. Totally wrecked my first bike. Went headfirst over the handlebars."
I throw my head back in laughter at his story, glancing in his direction when he tells me to look. He's lifted part of his shirt up to his chest where he points out the massive scar stretching from just below his armpit to nearly his belly button.
Not that he had to actually point it out because it's fucking huge.
"Holy shit—" I mumble, running my fingers over the wound. He must've gotten tons of stitches in order to close this gash, and I can't help but wonder how much that must have hurt.
I mean, that's what he gets for being a fucking idiot in the first place, but still.
Hayes flinches at my touch, slightly jerking away from my fingertips. Must be ticklish. He yanks his shirt back down and shrugs his shoulders. Adjusting the giant bear in his arms, he tells me, "I was a kid. Didn't know any better."
Carnival music fills my ears as we make our way through the crowds. Hayes had taken me to an amusement park early in the afternoon, and I was desperate to get out of the house so I agreed to it. If I would've stayed home, my afternoon would've been filled with the sounds of Chase fucking some woman—sounding like a damn screen door banging in a hurricane.
I'll admit, it's been a really good afternoon. I hate to think how much I judged Hayes when I first met him. He's cute. He's different from the guys I usually hang out with and I actually am growing to really like him.
He's lots of fun and he's always trying to make me laugh and, I don't know, it makes me feel damn good. It's not hard to compare how things are with Hayes and I versus Zayn and I.
With Zayn, things are fast. There's an undeniable connection. Like a moth to a flame, I don't know that I can physically keep away from him. I'm so sexually attracted to him that it's all consuming. But then, after we had sex the other day, it was obvious how chill we are with one another. We played video games, we smoked some choice weed, and we ate pizza and nachos until we were both completely full and the munchies had worn off.
