I Street Race Because He Cheated on my Mother

Street Race ch. 2

ENJOY =D (please read what i wrote down below. thanks)

By the way... theres quite a bit of cursing in the beginning.... just thought id warn you.

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*Adam's Point Of View*

After work, I went home to my empty apartment. I'm still not over her leaving. Fucking Kelly. She destroyed my heart. I hope that's what she wanted, because I can't ever love again. And that's sad at age twenty-three. But I was stupid enough to love her. To let myself get that close to a woman. Bad mistake. Very bad mistake. God! I'm such an effing idiot! I should have seen right through her! And I should have known when she came home smelling like that fucking Axe shit. Her hair smelled like it, her body, clothes, everything. I hate that shit. I should have known she was lying when she said it was because she was visiting her brother. It was more like her brother's best friend. And she was doing a hell of a lot more than visiting him. More like showering with him, stripping him, and fucking him all behind my back. Damn it. She's a lying, cheating whore!

Before I knew it, I was at my apartment complex. I parked my car next to a familiar one. One that's been here almost every day of the week. It was an ice blue 1994 Acura Integra with black flame decals. It was a pretty sweet ride after all the modifications were made to it, and i have to admit, the spoiler on the back completed it. It looked similar to the '94 Integra that Mia Toretto owned in the first Fast and Furious movie. After locking my car, I made my way up to my door, marked "Adam Carter." Before I could unlock my door, I heard moans coming from the room next to mine. Oh good Lord. Storm really needs to be quieter. He has a different girl over at his apartment all the time. It gets really fucking annoying after a while. I figured I'd just ignore the sounds, and go into my own apartment. Walking through the doorway, I dropped my keys on the table near the door and practically ran to the kitchen, where I saw Eve bent backwards over the sink, drinking water. God. She looked so hot. Yea, she's five years younger than me, but I can't help it. Today she was wearing tight, light blue jeans, and a plain black tank top and she looked even more God-dammed sexy than those half-nude chicks in Playboy magazines... Not that I look at them or anything.

"I do have bottled water in the fridge, Eve." I said softly, which is unlike me, because I usually don't feel this way around women, but she had this thing to her that made me nervous. As soon as she heard me, she looked up, and I must have scared her because she flung herself upright immediately, trying to get into a fighting stance position, but failed as she started choking on the water that had rushed in her mouth and up her nose. This time she bent over the counter the right way, her head in the sink, while she coughed and spit up water. I rushed over to her, pulling her long, dark, and shinny hair out of her face. I gently took a hair-tie off of her wrist and tied her hair neatly and out of the way. "Are you okay?" I asked, real worried about her. She looked up at me in surprise.

"Yeah," she coughed, "I'm fine. Just fine." That's when her dark green eyes locked with mine. We started into each other's eyes as seconds, maybe even minutes pasted. Finally I got the courage to cup her face with my right hand. Then, unsuspectingly, she was the one who closed the gap and brought her lips to mine. When she kissed me, I kissed back with twice as much eagerness. I could feel her reaching on her tippy-toes, so I brought both hands to her waist and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter. A soft moan that I had been trying to hold back escaped my lips and that's when she pulled me closer so that I was standing in-between her legs. My tongue licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance. When I deepened our kiss, by easing my tongue into her mouth and exploring around, she wrapped her legs around my waist and put her hands around my neck that were just nervously placed at her sides earlier. I picked her up and carried her off into my room. I had a large bed right in the middle of the room. Gently laying her on her back, I got on top of her.

"So who gave you a key?" I asked, giving us both a chance to catch our breaths.

"I went over and knocked on Theo and Mitch's place. Theo was home and gave me a key. She tried to hide the small blush that was trying to creep onto her already rose-red cheeks. Her eyes wondered to across the room where my small ass dresser stood.

"He kissed you, didn't he?" I cupped her face in my hand once again and stroked her cheek lightly with my thumb.

"Yes." She whispered softly. She paused and opened her mouth as to say something else, but shut it as quickly as she opened it.

"You can tell me anything." I said, kissing her forehead. Eve took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes and shook her head no. "Why not? What ever you say, I will keep a secret."

"I know, and I trust you, Adam, but it's about Gabriel." I growled. Gabriel was her father, whom she never called her father. He never acted like one to her. The only thing I know is that he is a jerk.

"Alright." I replied, kissing her lips before speaking again. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay."

She nodded her head in understanding. "Maybe later." I heard her say in an almost inaudible tone.

*Eve's Point of View*

"Maybe later," I said very softly. I didn't even think he heard me, until he said okay and kissed me again. This time I could almost taste the urgency on his lips. I don't know why I started kissing him in the kitchen earlier. It's not that I like him a lot. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's downright sexy, but for me to have a relationship with someone five years older than me is just not my thing. And plus, I got my eye on someone else. I guess Adam and I both just need a little distraction. I wanted to tell him about all of the horrible things that happened with Gabriel, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. After I told Ann and her parents, I made a promise myself that I wouldn't tell anyone else. No one on the team, no one at work, absolutely no one. I don't want people to be sorry for me. I don't like all of the attention and pointless apologies that come with it.

"Eve?" I heard Adam ask quietly, almost as if he were having trouble speaking.

"Mmm?" That was all that I was able to say because I was still wrapped up in my thoughts. That is, until I heard moans coming from next door.

"God-dammit! What the fu..." I cut him off, I didn't like the "f" word. I didn't mind other curse words so much, but there's just something about the "f" word that I don't like.

"Who is that?" I was really curious as to who lived next to Adam and how often he could hear someone's hardcore sex session taking place. Adam groaned loudly and started getting out of bed.

"Storm and his girl of the hour. I'll be right back." He exclaimed as slipped on his nice brown pair of Vans and ran out his apartment door. I hate to sound like a... I dunno, typical teenage girl, maybe? But I kind of missed the feeling of his lips on mine. It was a nice sensation, and I was surprised he could lay here and make-out with me when his girlfriend just broke up with him. I'm probably just a distraction, and that's all I'll probably ever be. But Storm? I didn't know he was such a... player. He is always so quiet and keeps to himself.

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Okaay. so sorry its late and sorry its short. i have something extra to make up for it. in a little bit i am going to post an interview. i got the idea from Blayze. If you dont read her stories already.. please check her out! shes a really good writer! and i very much appreciate her letting me use her interview idea.