Good Girl Gone Bad

45 | B.O.B

My fingers hadn't stopped trembling since I'd walked into the room.

Beyond the crowded room, over the murmur of the other racers and the roaring of bikes coming to life, I could hear the thundering crowd outside.

Every now and then, the screams and cheers of the hundreds gathered outside slipped through the cracks in the doorway and I found myself stilling, shoulders stiffening in tension and fingers curling into fists.

I'd never been this terrified of a race ever before. Not even the first time I'd ever sat upon a motorbike. But now I could barely hear myself think over the thundering of my heartbeat.

Deep breaths, I reminded myself, one at a time.

I felt like when B.O.B from Monsters Vs Aliens forgot how to breathe.

It took me a second to realize someone had stepped onto the small podium on the other side of the room and was speaking, a clipboard in his hand identical to the one that the woman who had ushered me in had been holding. Wow these people really liked clipboards.

Finding it harder to focus on his words than I should have, I frowned as I realized he was calling out names and ticking them off his list one by one. But instead of actual names, he was saying what I assumed were the titles all the bikers had chosen for each other.

"Deathtrap," he called out and someone next to me waved a hand in the air, barely taking his eyes off his phone. The guy tucked off his name and moved onto the next name as I turned to whoever Deathtrap was. He looked around my age, thank god, with a grey hoodie pulled over his head and his attention solely on the phone in his hand. A closer look made me realize his hair was a stark, white blonde. Jack Frost style.

I only realized I'd been staring when his eyes shifted up towards me and he frowned, making me blink and shoot him a panicked smile.

"Hi," I tried to say casually, hoping he'd ignored the fact that I'd been staring at him like a wierd a minute ago. He blinked at me for a moment, before returning his gaze back to his phone wordlessly and leaving me standing there awkwardly.

"Okayy," I mumbled, turning away with burning cheeks but someone slipped out of the crowd behind me and spoke.

"Don't mind him, he hates talking to strangers. I think it's because he's shy but who knows."

I turned to come face to face with what seemed like an exact copy of the guy, except she was a girl. Though her hair were the same stark white and her eyes the same caramel colour, instead of a messy mop her hair fell to her shoulders in waves and a friendly smile adorned her face.

"I'm Indie. This is Elliot. If you haven't noticed, we're twins. Hi."

I let out a soft laugh, taking her out stretched hand in my own to shake and shooting her a smile, "I'm Faye. Nice to meet you Indie and & Elliot."

She beamed at me, even as Elliot merely let out a soft grunt in reply and continued tapping on his screen.

"You're both racers?" I asked surprise and Indie nodded, a proud grin overtaking her face.

"You're like the only person I've seen here that's our age. Thank God, because everyone here looks like they just walked in from watching a commercial about how air freshners could help remove the stench of old from their homes."

I let loose a laugh loud enough to attract a few weird glances and coughed, trying to cover it up. "Okay wow," I wheezed, rubbing away the tears in my eyes, "I like you already."

Indie winked slipping an arm through mine and leading me towards the table of refreshments I'd previously been too wound up to approach, "Of course you do. I'm great."