Paper Airplanes

Busted

C H A P T E R 6

As soon as the buzzer rang, signaling the start of the race the racers were off. In the crowd of racers I quickly spotted Dylan in first place with Striker hot on his tail. I had never seen a dirt bike race before, so when I saw a guy take a tumble and fly off his bike during a jump the crowd gasped and I realized just how dangerous dirt biking was.

They went around the course about three more times before they were on their fifth and final lap. Sometime between the fourth and fifth lap, Striker had gained the first place spot. But Dylan wasn't giving up yet, as they turned a corner Dylan cut off Striker and was in first place again. The small crowd around me cheered. I guess Dylan had a few fans. As Dylan and Striker got closer to the finish line they increased their speed, causing my heart to pound in my chest. I sat at the edge of my seat, anxiously awaiting the results of the race. When Dylan crossed the finish line first, Isabella and I shouted with happiness.

I was happy Dylan won, better him than Striker.

"So how did you like watching your first race?" Isabella asked, turning to face me.

"It was a rush, and I wasn't even the one riding a bike." I said honestly. Isabella laughed,

"So does that mean you'll be coming back?"

I nodded, "Definitely."

"Good. You know, I like you Harley. We should hang out more." Isabella smiled.

"Yeah, we should. I've never seen you around before though, do you go to different school?" I asked her, trying to recall if I've ever seen the blonde and green eyed girl in the hallways before.

"Yeah, Luke and I go to Riverstone." She said.

"Oh, then how do you know Dylan?"

"Luke and him have been besties since diapers, I came along freshman year when I moved across the street from Luke." She explained.

"That's cool. So another question...it's almost wintertime, aren't dirt bike races and tracks usually open in the spring and summer?" I asked.

"Yeah, but this one stays open around this time because it gives the bikers the chance to practice."

"Oh, I see." I said. Minutes later, Dylan and Luke made their way back to us.

"Good job Dylan!" Isabella grinned.

"Thanks Isa." Dylan replied, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"And me? I got third!" Luke exclaimed, wanting praise from his girlfriend.

"You did a good job too babe." Isabella said with a roll of her eyes.

"Thank you." He nodded.

"So, Harley you wanna come with us to The Diner? We go there every Friday after the race." Isabella asked me.

"Sure I'd-"

"We can't today Isa, Harriett and I got a project we need to work on." Dylan cut me off with a smirk in my direction. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

"How many times to I have to tell you my name is-you know what nevermind. Let's go." I muttered, heading down the bleachers. I heard chuckles behind me before the three of them followed me down. Once I got to the bottom I saw Striker a few feet away, seeming to be in an intense conversation with a girl who look like a girl version of him. Her black shiny skinny jeans clung to her thin legs with a chain hanging from the belt loop and black combat boots were on her feet. She wore a red blouse with a black and red leather jacket that had the word "Fox" in red letters on the back. Her black hair was crimped and up in a high pony tail with a bump.