We pulled off to the side and a whole crowd of women came to my car. I didn't realize what that meant until I realized there was only a couple of MGK's buddies around his. Then I laughed when I realize that mostly everyone thought I was a guy so these woman were thinking they were gonna get laid by some kickass racing dude. I laughed to myself and unzipped my jacket for the affect. I took off my mask and divided my hair in half and threw up my hood so I'd a little more intimidating than what I am.
Then some girl sat on my hood which really pissed me off. I just fucking waxed my girl get the fuck off you gold digging whore.
I opened my door and shut it and all eyes were on me. My light green eyes that had mixes of brown towards my pupils stuck out big time in my outfit of black. Everyone was completely silent probably in shock that lil D was a girl.
My heels clicked on the asphalt as I walked up to the girl that was on my hood, "Raised in a fucking barn?" I stared right into her eyes like I was trying to suck her soul straight from her body. She shook her head side to side clearly intimidated. "Then get the fuck off my car!" I lunged at her and she jumped right off.
"That's fucking hot!" Some drunk guy yelled and a couple of guys yelled their agreement.
I leaned against my car and shook my head while I smiled to myself. Then I made eye contact with my opponent he was staring right at me just like when he was in the dinner the first time I saw him. He walked over and handed me my money.
"You're a better racer then any woman I've ever raced," he said quietly.
"At this point I'm not usually categorized a woman," I say while I count the money he gave me so I could tell if he actually paid up. He turned to walk away and I grabbed his shoulder, "You're missing 100." I said flatly.
"Right," he reached into his jacket and pulled out a bill and gave it to me, "here," he turned and walked to his car and drove away.
I stuck the money in the inside pocket of my jacket and Quin walked up to me. "What was that about?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"MGK never talks to his rivals, especially when he loses." He was totally fan girling over this dude and it was kinda funny to me.
"Well why don't you just got suck him off if you love him so much," I got into RC and drove to where the guys parked their cars, I decided not to really talk the rest of the night I don't know why but I just had this weird feeling.
I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and set it between my lips letting it sit there for a while. I turned the radio on and there was some new hip hop music playing. I didn't really get into that genre too much but this song caught my attention. The voice sounded kind familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. I lit my cigarette and took a big puff in. The song ended and the radio guy started talking.
"Nice new song from Machine Gun Kelly. As some might know he kinda ghosted after this album came out, but I wish him the best," huh Machine Gun Kelly, why do I feel like I should know who this dude is. After a while I let it go but kept it in the back of my head.
I reached back into my jacket pocket and pull out the money MGK handed me earlier. Then I noticed something taped to one of the bills. It was a note.
Meet me alone at the Rouge hotel room 36 tomorrow at 4~MGK
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Sorry guys I know it's short but last chapter made it up since it's 400 words over what I usually do, and please correct me if I made any spelling errors;)
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Autophobia
FanfictionAutophobia- The fear of abandonment Racing. It was in my blood from the day I was born. My dad raised me working on cars, so I knew the ins and outs. But I wasn't racing for that NASCAR shit, I was a street racer and that was all I wanted to be. I...
