Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter twenty

〘𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙰'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅〙

It's been a month since I had my car and the thought of signing up for a race seemed more and more appealing. I've kept trying to do it but every single time Reece stopped me. He was always worried about me getting hurt so letting me take part of a death race was the last thing to cross his mind. But little did he know that I somehow proceeded to sign up for the race that was taking place that Saturday.
"You are not competing! I won't allow it! I can't risk having you get hurt, understood?" he screamed at my face. Since a while he had been getting insanely overprotective but I knew he did it out of love. I understood that he didn't have anyone else quite like me but that didn't mean he could forbid me of doing things. "Well, too bad, Bibby. I'm going to do it and you can't do anything about it. And please don't try anything stupid." I told him. I knew I was adding fuel to the fire but I quite liked getting him angry. In all honesty he was ten times hotter when he was angry. "I swear to fuck you're a lost cause, Garcia." he told me hopelessly. "Calling by last names now, I see?" I teased him. "Stop that right now!" he protested. "No one pisses me off like you do!" he added. "Oh, well, that's why you love me, right?" I said. "Don't get me started, Freya!" he said, visibly pissed off.
The day of the race came faster that I expected. I felt ready and excited but all those feelings flew away when I saw Reece and George's cars lined up next to mine. What were they trying to prove with this? Were we all condemned to death? Were they trying to show me that I could loose one one of them or that they could loose me? They both told me they weren't going to compete; then what are they doing here? George rolled down the window of his brand new navy blue Maserati. "Good luck, Freya!" he exclaimed. "You too!" I said back, rolling down my own window. We both closed our windows as the countdown was about to start. Adrenaline was rushing through my body faster than our cars were going to eat the earth of the racing tracks. I was doing pretty decently first round; I managed to keep myself in fifth place but also threw some of the ugliest curses at George when he passed me. Honestly I thought that Reece was so far ahead that I didn't even see him but little did I know he was right behind me. I pressed the gas pedal to the ground, got millimeters close to the car in front of me and passed it leaving the next three cars eat my dust. I was ranking second, with George far ahead in front of me. I managed to finish the first round in third place after somehow Reece passed me and ranked second. Close to the end of the second round my engine started to make weird noises. I started to question whether or not I changed its oil. Apparently I didn't and my car was slowing down considerably, even though I was trying to speed it up at all costs. I didn't know how but Reece noticed that I was visibly loosing and I saw him dragging his car on the side of the tracks, stopping it. "What are you doing dumbfuck?!" I shouted at him from where my car broke down. "I won't let you loose!" he shouted back. He ran into my direction to avoid having to scream. "Let me help you start your car back. If we fix it now you'd still have time to get back in the race." he told me. "No! If I'm gonna loose, so be it! Get back on the tracks now, Bibby!" I shouted at him. He ignored me completely and slid under my car to check it. Without giving me time to speak he went back to his car and brought exactly what my car needed to make it work again. I thanked him and told him to get to his car as I climbed into mine and rushed back into the race. It was the middle of the third and last round and I managed to arrive at the middle of the rankng. Reece was still far behind me and I could sense that he was refusing to speed up and pass me, this meaning that he was trying to protect me but he was also getting himself killed. At some point the flair of the race got to me and I didn't even notice I was ranking third while Reece was nowhere to be seen. Both me and George passed the finish line classing third respectively first while Reece didn't even arrive at the finish line yet. Thirteen cars were parked outside the finish line waiting for the last two: one of them was Reece. I was standing all cuddled up covering my face in George's arms, leaning against the back of my car, waiting for Reece to pass the finish line before the other racer. Was he going to make it? - was the question on everyone's lips. Was the gang's favourite racer going to loose? Was this the end of Reece Bibby?