[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"I've spent hours upon hours contemplating the words to say to you, but no combination of twenty six different letters could ever accurately capture even a sliver of what I feel for you." — Unknown
A/N:
I missed you guys! 🥺 and I just wanna take a moment to say I immensely appreciate all of you being so patient with me and kind to me. lately, I've had lots of you reaching out to me on twitter/my cc to give me your thoughts on some of my stories and it's wonderful getting to know y'all! ♥️ anyways, enjoy the chapter and I hope it helps distract you from the world and everything going on for a few minutes!
sending love to all of you and your loved ones and I hope y'all are staying safe!
and as usual, make a guess as to what you think will happen in this chapter according to the name of it!
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A R I E L L E Wednesday
Heading down the straightaway, Chase yells out a curse word and grips harshly on whatever he can get his grimy hands on. I can see Grace on my ass in my rear view, but I'm not having any of it. I downshift into the corner, drifting around it effortlessly. The whole vehicle whips sideways when I do so and Chase is near unbearable beside me, but I'm too in the zone to care.
I watch Grace as she slows to take the corner more carefully than I do and I smirk, pressing the gas pedal back to floor as we pass the finish line and I'm forced to hit the brakes. "Jesus, Ari," Chase speaks up when the vehicle is finally in park and a crowd begins surrounding my car.
"What?" I question, glaring as I see that he's been digging his fingernails into the leather of my seats.
He follows my gaze and gives me an oops smile as he loosens his grip super slow. "Nothing, you're just really good," he finally answers when he realizes I'm not going to smack him. "And you scare the fuck outta' me."
"Good," I mutter with a chuckle as I grab my phone.
I'm quick to pull up Zayn's contact and shoot him a text.
Arielle: are you up yet?
I spot Grace approaching my car and so I remove the key from the ignition and get out of the vehicle, stuffing the key and my phone into my pockets as I await Zayn's response. I give Grace a hug when she's close enough and she pulls back with a smile, giving me a gentle shove. "I haven't seen you around for a while."
