Nothing to lose

Chapter 7: Mia

Grey rode his motorcycle down to the track. I watched a crowd of people slowly start to gather on the bleachers while some took a seat on the hill, looking down at the track.

I followed Grey as far as the starting line. "Good luck!" I told him.

He gave me a cocky grin. "After everything, they told you about me, do you think I need it?"

I shrugged, smiling. "Nah." I looked around the empty track. "Where are the rest of the guys?"

Grey chuckled under his breath. "They didn't want to race me."

My eyebrows knitted together. "What?"

"Yeah, then there's the fact there's a huge amount of money on the line, and I don't think anybody wants to risk losing that much to me. Except for this one idiot." Grey snickered as he climbed onto his bike.

I heard some girls yelling out his name from the bleachers, waving their arms to get his attention. Grey, being Grey, winked and waved back.

I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. Of course, Grey had groupies—scantily dressed groupies at that.

One of them ran to the edge of the bleachers and leaned over the railing, "Hey! You should come to my tent after you win the race." She twirled a strand of her matted green hair. She was trying to be flirty and cute. I didn't think she was either of those things.

Grey opened his mouth to answer her, but I beat him to it. "No thanks! He's not interested." I smiled sweetly. She pouted and walked off to take a seat amongst her friends. I watched them whisper and point at us. Great.

"Jealous?" Grey poked my side, causing me to flinch as I slapped his hand away.

"No. Of course not. I just know she's not your type." I was not jealous. I had no reason to be. "Anyways, back to what I was saying. I'm guessing you've raced this guy before?"

Grey nodded. "Twice. And he's a sore loser. He's the last person I would have considered racing tonight, but he agreed to match the money I put up."

I wanted to ask what the offer had been, but I was afraid to. I knew it must be an unseemly high amount.

A thought occurred to me. "But don't you think that's weird? Like he must have something planned if he wants to race you again after losing the other two times. And if he's such a sore loser, why would he put himself in this position to possibly lose again?"

Grey shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe he's feeling lucky. I don't know, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to beat him like I always do."

I nodded. "Good."

We heard O'Malley speak through a megaphone loudspeaker. He was announcing the racers and saying that the race would begin soon.

"Mia, you can grab a seat over there." Grey pointed to Caroline on the bleachers, who waved at me. He slipped his helmet on and started up his bike. His fangirls started to squeal and scream.

"Okay, I'll see you after the race." I jogged off the track. I was making my way up and around the bleachers when I passed some guy coming downhill with his mustard color motorcycle.

I guess this was the other racer. He had this spikey platinum blonde Mohawk and wore a white biker jacket with stone-washed jeans and a black t-shirt.

Was I the only one that didn't know stone-washed jeans were still a thing?

He had two other guys flanking him as he slowly pushed his bike alongside him. "Are you sure about racing him again?" The guy on his right asked.

He sounded like he thought his friend was making a big mistake.