Luna Winters

Street race

By the end of school I was about ready to pop. There were so many hoes and sluts AND horny guys after me. I never did find out the guy who helped me. I guess when I walked away I was too lost in my thoughts to look back. But when I do, I will thank him. When the last bell rang, I was out of there before The Flash could be. I was trying to get my keys before the stampede would arrive, but of course not. I was fumbling around a bit throughout my bag but no key. Everybody came out at one. "Damnit" I whispered to myself, when there was someone behind me. 'Oh no, not again. Please no. I don't want another fight' I thought to myself wearily. "Need some help?" A husky voice said behind me. I let out a small breath of relief. "Yea, I do. I can't find my keys." I handed him my bag and he looked as well. He opened the small compartment in the front and pulled out my key. I smiled awkwardly. "Of course. Thank you-" I stoped myself to let him fill in the blank but instead began checking him out.

He seemed very familiar. "Jake. It's Jake." He let out a hand and I shook it. "Luna. OH I KNOW WERE I KNOW YOU FROM!" I screamed and face palmed myself. Good going Luna. He just chuckled and asked "we're do you me know from?" Oh shit. I can't tell him I'm nightshade, that knocked him out. And I'm new so I shouldn't know where the fight house is. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. "I saw you... last night." He raised an eyebrow and just shrugged at it. Phew. He handed me my keys and bag and I walked away. I got on my motorcycle and put on my helmet a Jake looked at me. I put the key in ignition ad was about to leave when I was stopped. "WAIT!" Jake yelled. "This is your bike?" He seemed pissed. "Yea. Why?" I responded back. "This is my parking spot." I chuckled and answered "I don't  see your name on it." At that I backed up and rode away.

I rode straight home to change into my racing outfit. (Luna's outfit)

I got changed and practically flew to my bike. I put on my helmet and drove around the outside of town trying to find the race road.
(Luna's helmet)

It's pretty easy to find a track when you know what your looking for. I pulled up to an old race track probably owned by some rich guy or company before being forgotten. Races usually happen on weekdays so people that don't know about it will be working. The track was filled with people. There was a check-in, a viewer stadium, and a track. Not to mention the betting booths all over the place. The smell of gasoline calmed me down. The roar of engines was music to my ears. And the show of confidence was hilarious. I pulled my bike up with me to check-in with my helmet still on but glass flipped up. "Name?" The man behind he counter asked. I smirked. "Nightshade." He looked up and observed me. "Go on in" I smiled and rode past him.

I stopped on the side to make sure my helmet was on and my hair was covered. I took in a deep breath before lining up in the back. There was about 25 motorcycles in front of me, all started up and ready to go. We had to do three laps. The sluty cheerleader stepped in front of them all wearing a red crop top and boody shorts along with heels with her flag. She slowly raised it while engines roared  She stood tall and then jerked it down signaling us to go. She turned to look at the track once behind her as we all zoomed off. Though I was in the very back, by the time I got to the half mark of the first lap I was in the middle of the crowd. I sped past colored bikes all around me. The drivers were startled at first then tried to recover. The laps numbered down faster then sand fell from a hand.

By the last lap it was just two other racers and I battling for first. I looked over to see a green bike in the middle with the racer focused on the road and the another on the other side on a black matte bike staring at me. He motioned his head to the racer next to us and I nodded. We both closed off the gap so green couldn't get past. He slowed down so he wouldn't crash and now it was just black bike and I. He got right next to my bike and shouted "looks like it's gonna be a tie!" I grinned  "That's what you think!" I replied back and sped up. For the last 1000 feet before the finish, I did a wheelie. Crossing the finish line 2.4 seconds before black bike. We drank some water as the other racers crossed. As soon as the last one crossed, I was taken by the wrist in front of everyone to announce the winner. "IN FIRST PLACE WE HAVE... NIGHTSHADE!" Peoples expressions changed to shock. Including the racers.

I collected my first place prize while the other places were being told. As I counted my money I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jerked round to see who it was. It was the black bike's racer. "So, your nightshade?" He took off his helmet to reveal a very familiar Jake. That was incredibly sexy to me. A racer AND a fighter. Obviously not better then me thought. My mouth dropped. Luckily my helmet's glass was tinted. "Why don't you take your helmet off?" He asked. Oh boy. If he really wanted that, this was going to be fun. "I don't think that's a good idea..." I replied. He began pouting like a five year old. "Pwease? Pretty pwease?" I sighed in defeat as I took it off to reveal my mask.

He stood shocked. "Say something" I told him.    "Y-your the girl from the fight the other night!" "He he... yep." I said awkwardly. He took a deep breath and said "follow me". I did as I was told ready for a fight. "I know who you are." My face went pale. How could he know?! "Your bike is the same and the fact that nightshade is here when your here." I took on a deep breath. Maybe he was just trolling me. "Then who am I?" I crossed my arms. He whispered in my ear "Luna." Oh shit.