Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter eighteen

Ever since I was a child I always loved cars. When I got my first car, when I turned 18, I was the happiest. I loved driving so much that a year after that I started teaching others to drive. Around the same time I started taking part in the gang's races. They were organised by the leader and took place every two weeks on Saturdays. They used to be just for fun as long as the looser only had to pay an amounting money. Last year they introduced a new rule by with the looser of every race is being publicly executed by the leader. Luckily enough I was never even close to being put in that situation. Sadly I lost a bunch of my friends in those races.
It has been two months since I've last raced and I was feeling very nervous but excited to do it. I was even more excited because Freya was going to come and watch me race. It's been a week since I told her how I feel about her and honestly I still didn't understand how she felt about me, but one thing I knew for sure: she felt something that she couldn't understand so she kept it to herself. Every time she was around me she was happy. Every time she was standing in a room, sad, and I entered that room her face lit up. She might have not loved me as much as I loved her but I was sure she felt at least partly the same as me.
The race was about to start so everyone gathered to the stands and the racers rushed to their cars and pulled them up to the start line. My freshly washed black car had the number 7 stuck on its side. Everyone was roaring their engines to entertain the crowd. The count down started and everyone made even more noise. 5...4...3...2...1 and we started. The adrenaline was rushing through my body as I passed by the others currently being in the third place. A red car from behind me passed all three us classing first place in less than two seconds. My anger made me press the gas pedal to the ground and pass all the others in front of me and I managed to finish first place in the first round. I continue being first place until a navy blue car from far behind arrives right behind me. I looked in the rear mirror and I recognised it: the matching car was George. In that second the memory of us buying our cars together went through my head and I didn't even realise that he went past me. I drag the steering wheel to the left and press the pedal to the ground again. I got right behind him and managed to rank second in the second round. The third and last round was decisive. It was either me or George to win. Right before the finish line I heard a weird noise coming from George's car. Next thing I saw was his car breaking down in the middle of the track right after we both passed the finish line, me passing him, causing him to rank second. Firstly I was glad I won but secondly I felt bad for my friends' car but thankfully it stopped working right after he passed the finish line fortunately enough to save him from ranking last.
Right after everyone reached the finish line and they announced the winner I went to park my car. The second I get out of the car I feet two soft arms wrapping around me from behind.  I recognised them immediately. It was Freya. I turned around quickly and hugged her tightly and raised her slightly from the ground. "Congrats, Bibby!" she exclaimed as she pulled away a little from my tight hug, enough to see my face, and went back and hugged me again even tighter. "Thank you, b- Freya!" I said. I really hoped she didn't notice that I almost called her 'babe' but she did. "B-? What did you want to say? My mind is saying 'bitch' but I bet yours doesn't." she said throwing me the prettiest smile I have ever seen. "Hah, you got me. I promise I'll try and bite my tongue next time." I said looking down, smiling, a bit ashamed though. "No need for hiding! You can call me whatever you want as long as you mean it." she said and proceeded to give me a kiss on the cheek. She really enjoy fucking up my mind. "You really love messing me up, don't you?" I ask sarcastically. "Of course I do." she said, her face going from cute and loving to cheeky. She really knew how to make me weak and I didn't mind the tiniest bit of it.