"Come on, come on," I mutter, looking in my rear view mirror, seeing the car right on my tail. Changing gear shifts, I watch as the speed monitor goes higher, reaching 200 mph. My palm clutches the steering wheel watching as the finish line comes closer and closer.
Come on.
In just seconds I pass the finish line and let out a sigh, letting a smile grace my lips. Steeping on the clutch I bring the gear shift down, seeing the speed monitor go down, until it's nearly reaching 5mph.
Turning the steering wheel, I drive up to the finish line again and stop the car. I can hear people cheering just outside, happy that I won the race. Well, more happy that they won their bets, if anything. I can slowly feel the adrenaline slip out of my system, making my heartbeat slow down.
Suddenly my car door is pulled open, and my body is forced out of my seat and into a pair of arms. I let out a chuckle as my brother yells out a scream, a fist in the air, making the rest of the crowd go wild.
"Okay put me down you, buffoon," I say with a chuckle, a smile on my face. He puts me down, but warps an arm around my shoulders. "Congrats sis," he says with a chuckle, flicking my forehead. I scowl at him, before giving in and smiling in return, "Thanks Cyrus." But before I can say anymore a body comes crashes into me full force.
"I knew you would win!!!" comes Isabella's excited voice. I let out a laugh. "You doubted I wouldn't?" I ask with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide my smirk.
"Of course not!" she says, blue eyes shining with fake horror. I let out another laugh, glad that my best friend and brother are here with me. I step back and look around at the crowd. The riverbed seemed a bit packed today, more so than any other day. There were cars lining up the sides of the riverbed making a make-shift racing line. Some people were still gathered around my car, but majority had gone and left to see the other races taking place. The night was cold, but there were still girls dressed up in skimpy outfits.
"I see a congratulations is in order," I hear a humorous voice say. Turning around, I come face to face with Reggie. I give him a smirk and shrug my shoulder.
"Not really, unless you thought I would lose," I say raising an eyebrow. I see his eye fill with amusement.
"The only time I ever thought you would lose was the first time you came here, 16 and looking like a puppy in the dog house, but I learned my lesson," he says with a chuckle. I let out a chuckle myself and shake my head.
It's been four years since I started racing here at the Riverbed. Back then I was just Cyrus's little sister, but the first time I came here to race, nobody thought a little girl such as myself would win. Boy did I prove them wrong. The minute I learned to drive, Cyrus started teaching me how to race. At first it was all for fun, but once he saw how good I was, he brought me here, and the rest is history.
"I believe this is yours," he says, handing me an envelope. No doubt money. Reggie was the one that took care of all the beats going on here at the Riverbed. Any races that were taking place were handled by him, and every bets placed were run by him. Wouldn't want some sore loser to get upset and try to take back their money.
"Thanks Reg," I say taking the envelope and stuffing it into my leather jacket pocket.
"Nope problem, Geo. See you next week," he says before giving me a wave and leaving me alone with Isabella, and Cyrus.
"So how much did you get this time?" Isabella asks, excitement leaking out of her voice. I shrug my shoulders. "Couple thousand, I suppose."
"Damn, but I wouldn't expect less due to all the the people here," she says nodding to all the people around. I just shrug my shoulders, "You know I don't do it for the money."
"True," she says with a small smile, before shrugging it off.
"So do you think you're ready for the Big Three?" Cyrus asks curious.
I go and lean on the hood of my car and watch them do the same, each on either side of me. I take in the scene before us, watching as more engines roar to life, as people press on the gas, but it soon disappears as I get lost in my thoughts.
The Big Three, is a race. Well it's actually more than a race. It's the race. It takes place every five years and requires full confidentiality. There is a total of three races, first round only the top five move forward. In the second round the top four pair up, leaving the fifth place to race on their own. If you or your partner finish the race in first you both move onto the last race, and unfortunately you race against each other, which is tough since, by then you both know each other's weaknesses. So, it's a tough match.
Only the best racers from all around the world are picked to participate. Of course you can reject to participate, but majority of the people want to be able to show off their skills, so it's rare when they do back out. The money offered to the winner also makes people second guess rejecting the offer. And lucky for us, Cyrus and I were selected to participate this year.
Nobody really knows when the games started, nor who funds it, all everyone cares about is the thrill of the race. And the money. Can't forget the money.
"Of course," I say with a smirk. "We're gonna kick ass this year," I say confidently, watching a similar smirk appears on his face.
"That's what I like to hear," Cyrus says, crossing his arms.
Cyrus races, too. When I said I never lost a race, that was a lie. The only person who has ever beat me was Cyrus, although he beat me a couple times when I first started we are about even now. Sometimes I win and sometimes he does. Not to sound cocky, but we are good. When you race, you have to know how good you are, because too much confidence can possibly cause you a race, especially if you bet too much.
"It's starts next month, doesn't it?" Isabella asks, peering at us curiously.
I nod my head. "Yup."
"And do you know who else is going to be competing?" she asks.
I take a minute to think. "No idea, but I know that it's gonna be good," I say.
"Because it's only for the best," I say with a smirk.
And it definitely will be a race to remember.
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Lãng mạn"You need a hand?" I hear a deep baritone voice ask from behind. "I don't need your help," I growl out, keeping my eyes on the engine in front of me. "Sure you don't," he says sarcastically. I curl my hands on the hood, trying to reel in my anger...
