Double life

Chapter 2

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recap

I looked back at the school one more time like I always do , and saw someone staring at me , Connor Black. Why ? I have no idea and I don't really care. I leave the school and my nerd personality behind me and step into my house. I texted the boys to come to the garage but only Jake and Carter could make it.

I ran upstairs,fluffed my hair a bit to create my signature messy look, I changed into leather skin tight fitting trousers, a while oversized top , a leather jacket and combat boots and grabbed my keys to my Chevrolet, the house keys in the bowl next to the table and some money.I opened the grage and got into my car. I put the key in the ignition and my hearts flutters a bit like every time the engine roars to life.

I just love cars.

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' Dude , are you kidding me, that race was absolutely not the best one ! ' Jake exclaimed.

' Yeah it was ! Did you see her ? She was gone before you could even blink. It was the best race I've ever seen . ' Carter defended.

Those guys are two of the four members of my gang me excluded. I'm the leader of them but I don't see me as their boss. Jake, Ryan, Carter and Justin are like family, we support each other no matter what.

They do have some great respect for me even though I'm a girl but that's because I'm not just a girl. I'm the most feared girl of the city and this is the life I lead after school. Sometimes I have the feeling that even they are scared of me but I guess it's normal?

Nobody remembers my name at school or recognizes me with contacts and no shy look on my face so that's how I've been able to separate my two lives from each other. It's not really a good cover up but it worked for 5 years already and I'm fine with it. I can't show people my true personality, surely not at school.

Society is cruel.

They've been arguing about what my best race ever was for about a half an hour and I can't stand it anymore .

' GUYS ',I shouted, they didn't even acknowledge me , they just kept on bickering like an old couple over which kind of meat they would get at the damn butcher. Let's try this again.

'GUYS ' I looked over at them but no luck , they were still in their little world trying to figure out if my race at the old warehouse last week was the best one yet or not... I've had enough of ignoring at school so I didn't need that right now.

I stood up, careful not to trip over my tools that were just lingering there and walked over to my locker. I opened it and took my handgun out of it. After checking if there were any bullets in the holder of my Magnum, I loaded it. I looked at them one last time, maybe they had seen me stand up but no.

Bummer.

At the back of the garage stood a few targets in case we needed to practice our aiming. I pulled the trigger at one of them and hit it right in the middle. A loud bang echoed through the sound-proof walls of my garage mixed with two high pitched screams and me yelling ' Jake Stone and Carter Reece shut the fuck up now ! ' My shout was a little bit longer but shush. No one cares.