✔◆ kill Or Be Killed ◆✔ (Completed)

⇦chapter 8: ride or die⇨

Why is it that all of a sudden my rival, the person I've been hunting and tracking down for weeks suddenly pops up out of nowhere in my life and turns my brother at the snap of a finger and I'm all interested about his life. Coincidence maybe?

"And why would I tell you that?" Dylan asked sharing a glare at the same time.
I just rolled my eyes, turned on my heels and exited the gym.

I wouldn't blame him though I wouldn't tell me either, we have been fighting each other for months and he's the only one from there gang that ever fought me and survived so I'd say he's a rated A fighter just like me.

The sun started to set in the morning sky so I only had to assume it was now time for me to get ready for school.

I jogged up the pathway of stairs and into my room where I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers.

*time skip*

I walked downstairs dressed in a purple mini sweater crop top and siltstone shorts and a pair of black ankle boots.
I wasn't much of the dressy type the only clothes that I had were the old ones that mom didn't want anymore, like I said nothing never really matter at that time only my training and my parents didn't care as much to buy me any.

"Hunnie..hunnie!!"
"Huh?" I was in a daze that I didn't realized that mom and Dylan where standing in front of me. Mom with a worried face and Dylan with a raised brow. "We kinda lost you there" mom said "you feeling okay Krystal?"

"Yeah mom I'm fine.. I sighed clearing my throat and pushing back tears.
"what where you saying again?"

"I was telling you that you'll be driving your brother to school from now on" mom squealed clasping her hands.
My eyes widened and it was then that I realized how well dressed Dylan was in a long sleeved grey shirt and black jeans his hair however was still in it's original messy style.

I was about to open my mouth to testify but before I ever got the chance mom's finger was already at the tip of my lips shushing me. I groaned inwardly and rolled my eyes.
Great just great...
Dylan looked to me and gave an evil smirked draping his bag over his shoulder and leaning on the post of the stairs.

"It's getting late, so we better get going before were late" he pointed out rocking back and forth on his heel.
I let out a dramatic sigh and grabbed his hand pulling his outside and I could tell he was pretty surprised that I touched him from the expression on his face. "Bye mom.. " I waved still dragging the dutchbag behind me.
"I can walk myself you know" he hissed and I gripped his wrist tighter twisting it in the wrong direction. I heard incoherent words escape his lips and I couldn't help but laugh letting him go.
"You find that funny?" he raised a brow rubbing his aching wrist.

I shrugged opening my car door.
"Nice ride by the way" he swooned examining my car. "I wonder how fast it is?" He asked letting a mischievous smirk form on his lips.

I let out another laugh. "well let's find out shall we" I state throwing the key to him.
He catch it with ease and gave me a skeptic look."are you serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking" I rolled my eyes. "Let's do this!" I skipped over to the passengers side and slide in shutting the door. He got in smiling like a little kid that just saw there mom in forever.
"Speeding limit?" he questioned and I shrugged again.
"Since when does the infamous speeder cares about speeding limits" I smirked watching his eyes grow big and his mouth open slightly.

"Yeah that's right I know about your reputation as a street racer, I do my research" I smirked leaning back.

His surprised expression turned into a mischievous one and a spark lit in his eyes.
He suddenly gripped the steering wheel and reeved the engine before speeding out of the drive way.

He speeded down the street taking sharp turns around every corner.

I laughed holding onto the headboard, he looked over at me and mouthed a sorry but I just waved it off.
"oh no it's fine I like going fast" I squealed, he glanced at me and laughed before focusing back on the road.
"Wanna see something cool?" He asked and I nod.

He took one of the sharpest turns ever before backing over into an old alley and slowed down a bit as we came over a hill where you could look down at a construction zone where workers were building up number of buildings.

I looked at him and raised a brow "why here? It's just a construction site filled with dirt"

"Exactly" he smirked.

He started backing up slowing before switching gears he reeved the engine and the car went forward and then down and I felt like time slowed for bit.
I looked at Dylan seeing him laughing I smiled.
He car was about to hit dead end as we emerged at the end of the hill but before I knew it we where drifting around the hill and dust covered the view and it was like a mini tornado going on.

"Whoo..." I was having the best time ever.
He stopped and that's when I realized there where over racers surrounding us.

I don't know why but I really enjoyed writing this chapter 😋😋😋.
So... Dylan's a famous street racer awesome ikr.
Oh and a special shout outz to all the persons who have voted and commented on my chapters it means alot guys.
And also to MicrowavedBrownie that made this amazing over for me. 😛

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