Jayden's Sophomore Year

Chapter One

*"Jayden, will you hurry up?!"

"I'm coming, gimme a second!"

As I finally get my arm through my flannel, I run out of my room and down the stairs.

Zayden, my older twin brother by two years, was waiting by the front door, pacing back and forth. When he sees me, he stops. "Finally! I thought you wouldn't come." I rolled my eyes at him, and he shook his head.

"What's the matter now?" I ask.

"Nothing."

"Bro, just tell me."

"It's nothing, honestly."

"Whatever you say." I grab my keys off the hook and walk out the door while Zayden locks it. I get in the driver's seat of my McLaren GT while Zayden gets in the passengers. I looked at the time, which read 7:15. I grinned slowly and turned to my brother. When he noticed me and looked at the time, he quickly understood why I was smiling.

"Jay, no."

"Aw, come on. Please?"

"No. Not happening."

"And why not?"

"Because I know how you feel about this car, and if it gets scratched, you'll be mad to the point where you'll wanna fight. So no."

"It won't get dented."

"Yeah, that's what you said before your motorcycle got totaled," he scoffed.

"Just this last time. Zy please?" He can never say no when I use the nickname I gave him.

"Ugh, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." I beamed with joy as I started the car and rolled out the driveway. But instead of taking the usual route, I turned down a side road leading to a back road that leads straight to the high school. And yes, the police do know about this place and patrol it. They make sure no fights break out.

My car is the one car no one is ever able to beat. The engine roars, and you can hear it five blocks away. So when I turn the corner for the starting line, there's already a path cleared for me. I rolled down the windows to hear whistles and comments on my car. Just as I stopped, a Lamborghini Huracán pulled next to me. I glanced at the time, and it read 7:30. The other guy revved his engine, and I did in response.

"Listen, Jay, that guy has never lost a race back in his hometown. His max speed is 225 mph. You sure you got this?"

"Bro, my car naturally goes 245. 250 if I push it. I won't lose to him. Besides, he's in my town now."

"Okay, if you say so. Ready?" I nodded slightly, and Zayden gave a thumbs up out the window. It was now 7:34. I closed my eyes and counted down in my head. Three..., Two..., One.

7:35. We sped off. At first, I let the other guy get a few hundred meters ahead of me before ZyZy gave me a warning look. I winked at him pressed the gas pedal three-fourths the way down, sending us from 190 to 235. When I cruised next to the guy, I slowed down to 225 to keep in pace with him. He glanced sideways and looked surprised.

Zayden stuck his middle finger out the window, and I pressed the gas down, zooming off at 245 mph.

When we arrived at school, I pulled into my reserved parking spot. As my brother and I got out of the car, an officer started walking towards me. Zayden quickly stepped in front of me to stop the officer from getting any closer. I looked at his badge, and it said his name was Robert. I glanced back up at his face to find an expression of pure hatred as he just stared at my older brother. I looked at Zayden, and his face was emotionless. Then he asked, "anything wrong, officer?" I didn't like the way he said officer. It was like there were a million hidden meanings behind that one word.