1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

motor racing (92)

Word count: 2564

Jessy's POV

Faster. Faster. I tell myself. I look down at the speedometer. It's reads a hundred ten. A hundred fifteen. I had a monumental lead but it wasn't about winning. It wasn't about the speed. It was about the danger. The drive. At any moment I could die and that only made me go faster.

When I cross the finish line and people screamed.

"Red X, Red X, Red X!" They chant. For me. I stand in the winners circle. Holding the massive trophy.

"So Red X, are you ever gonna show us who you are?" The woman asks and I shake my head.

"Never?" I nod.

"Never ever?" I can only shrug.

"You've heard it first. Red X will maybe one reveal his identity." The woman cheers.

I sat in the locker room. Stepping in the shower and taking off my helmet.

I begin to wash my hair and sigh deeply.

This town was so Motor racing oriented. This act was a small piece of privacy that I needed but there was one person.

One person I wanted to see my face. The one person I loved.

David.

I stood in the far back of the press conference. As he talked to people before. He sees me and smiles.

I perk up and begin to shiver in excitement. He'd actually come talk to me this time.

He was gonna ask me to be my sponsor and I'd finally get to wear his initial on my heart.

He was gonna; He only walks past me and to the guy who came in second.

Instead of me. I won seventeen consecutive races and he didn't even look at me. I walk out of the crowed room.

I guess it was moments like this I was glad I was wearing a helmet. So no one could see me cry.

David's POV

He walks out and I drop my head. My nerves got the better of me. But what could I expect?

He didn't do sponsorships. He never did.

His black suit was the only one not covered in brand deals and logo patches.

He even turned down coca cola. Who does that? What were chances he'd be interested in my clothing company. But I could wish.

I was never interested in motor racing and never understood the hubba of it. Until my friend dragged me to a race and I saw him.

He raced not caring about the danger of going so fast. And as he passed the last turn he leaned. Lowering himself to the point where I thought he would crash and wipe out.

My heart raced with excitement, misplaced adrenaline, and pure amazement. And I was in love.

And that moment I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to see him wearing my logo. I wanted to see what was under that helmet. I wanted to know him.

So I follow him. Maybe I could catch him only. He was no where near the exit but moments before I gave up. I here a thud and realise it came from the track hall.

A place I couldn't be. Only I don't hesitate to slowly open tbe door.

The first thing I notice was the helmet by my feet. It was black and along the side was a crimson X. I recognised this helmet. It was his helmet.