Toxic

01 | Mr. Sex-On-Legs (OLD)

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The roaring of the engine

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The excitement beating through your veins

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"On your mark...get set..."

"Go!"

Leana pushed the gas handle and shot off like a rocket, and her heartbeat picked up pace. This is what she lives for, what makes her life matter, and what keeps her going another day.

Chapter 1
STRUTTING THROUGH THE double doors of Ridel High, in nowhere Minnesota, was the devilishly handsome Ace Penn, with his pantie-dissolving, pearly white teethy smile. Dark shades covering his bright eyes, and his shoulders clad in leather. If you were standing in the hall, it would look like the male model of the month just stepped off a vogue catalogue. And it acted just like that too. Girls on either side of the hall, swooned.

I on the other hand, rolled my eyes at his pathetic dramatic entrance. I turned back towards my locker, getting my leather jacket out I left here yesterday. I shuffled it on and grabbed my textbooks and a couple folders, stuffing them into my backpack. All of a sudden my locker door slams shut on its own, and I barely had enough time to move away before it caught my fingers. I look to my right to see the culprit.

"Well if it ain't Mr.Sex-On-Legs, how do you do sir?" I said in a bored tone.

He chuckled, and showed off his pearly white teeth, "I love the names you give me, darling. But I didn't come over here to talk body, unless of course, you want to?" Ace raised a brow.

It's not like me and Ace haven't, as he puts it, "talked body" before. I have had many on and off flings with boys from this school, our opposing schools and are neighboring schools. Basically anyone who was brave enough to step up to the plate, and flirting with the boys is how I made it so far up on the motor racing leader board.

"No, I don't want to 'talk body' with you, not after you got nice and friendly with Brit last night. You never know where that girl has been, and I don't want what she has."

I turn around towards the front door, ready to face the weekend, but a wrist on my arm stops me, and it's really starting to irritate me.

"Not so fast sweetheart." He pulls me towards him and puts his lips to the shell of my ear, "I hope to see you at the tracks tonight, and maybe then you'll be up to 'talk body with me, in my car, then on my kitchen counter, then possibly my bed if we make it that far." Then he released my arm and walked down the hall, not looking back and I knew, just knew that he was wearing that infuriating smirk, that made me what to castigate him.

"Argh!" I shouted in the now empty school hallway. I stopped my way outside, wrapping my jacket closer around me as winter was slowly approaching Minnesota. Soon I would have to put my motorcycle away, before it got all rusted and that sucked. I wish I could move to a warmer state, biking weather all day and all year.

I swung my leg over the leather seat straddling it. I put up the kickstand and started the motor. I revved the engine a couple times, testing it, The I release the break and shot off like a missile from the sidewalk.

The wind whipped through my hair, and the feeling made me feel...well alive.

When I'm on my bike, people like Ace and all his drama melt away.

Soon I was pulling up to my father's trailer, and his dog came up to greet me.

"Hey, bud! You a good boy, where's Phil? Go find him." I scratched the dog's back, then it sprinted towards the screen door, barking twice.

I slowly walked up the wooden steps and pulled the screen door open, Bud ran inside and jumped on a pile of blankets on the recliner.

The pile of blankets groaned, and got pushed back to reveal my father half wasted and mostly stoned.

"Three sheets to the wind already, and it's not even five o'clock yet?" I stepped into the small musty kitchen we have. Dirty dishes and plastic bags filled with drugs covered the counter.

I opened the fridge grabbing a coke-a-cola from behind all the cans of beer.

"It was rough out there last night, kiddo. Popo caught are tails and I ended up running all the way to grandview road."

"Have you ever thought that maybe selling drugs isn't going to get you anywhere in life? That your daughter has to put up with two jobs to make up all the money you spend on marijuana? To collect extra money for your sorry ass?"

"God you sound just like your mother." He ground out, rubbing his face.

"Well maybe she had a point in overdosing, so she wouldn't have to deal with your pathetic ways." I marched to my bedroom door slamming it behind me.

I threw off my leather jacket and band t-shirt, and I collapsed on my bed in only my bra in jeans.

I had to get ready for my job that I had an a hour. It didn't pay a lot but it gave up enough money to keep food in the fridge.

I closed my eyes, thinking of things on how they used to be, when my mother was alive.

I heard my bedroom door creak open, and then I felt the extra weight on my bed. Bud rested his head on my stomach. I scratched behind his ear, his favorite place.

I fell asleep, with bud drooling over my abdomen.

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A warm tongue was licking my face.

I woke up to Bud giving me sloppy kisses.

"Ah, Bud!" I chuckled, "stop! That tickles!"

I managed to push bud off of me and rubbed my face, wiping off all the slobber. I looked up at the alarm clock seeing that I had 10 minutes before my shift.

"Fuck!" I cursed, jumping out of bed, throwing on my uniform. I ran out into the living area, grabbing the keys to my father's old pick-up.

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