NadechYaya: Racing in the Rain

Chapter 3

My foot continues to tap against the hard ground as I look around the filled bleachers. Fans of various race teams occupied the space, cramped up and rowdy, cheering and chanting for their preferred teams. The crowd that surrounded the track was insanely loud.

I cross my arms over my chest as I scan the other teams that were preparing for the race in a few minutes. They looked ready and very competitive. The other owners were familiar to me, the men I used to see who raced against my dad when I was younger.

Aged men who were veterans in the track, all against a young female like me who was new at handling a team. I saw the way they looked at me. Apart from the surprise that they saw me instead of my dad, I saw the smug amused looks on their faces. Already undermining me without anything to base on.

I let out a breath. I turn around and storm off to the private room meant for our team. Both my racers---James and Nadech---were racing today and I could pray they step up their game today the way they did in practice. I knew they were one of the best racers there, but I need them to be the best.

When I got into the room, no one was there. I place my hands on either side of my hips, letting out a breath as I throw my head back.

I never needed anyone's approval or felt the need to please anyone just to feel good about myself. I knew what I'm capable of, what my skills can provide, what my mind knows. I perfectly know that I'm strong and smart and I have all the ability to take over anything as long as I want to.

But for some odd reason, right now, I wanted to win so badly. To show everyone I can do this, to show those men out there who looked at me like a clueless piece of meat that I was about to give them a run for their money. And even if I didn't want to admit it, because it kills my pride, I wanted a win today because I want to show my dad I can take over and do a fantastic job without him.

I turn my head to the direction of the bathroom when its door opens. Nadech was wearing his tracksuit over his white shirt when he looked up and saw me. He immediately grins, his dimples being displayed again.

I roll my eyes and grunt, striding over to him and pressing a hand against his chest to push him against the wall. I saw the surprise in his eyes, but I just looked at him with the sharpest look I can muster.

"Listen here, funny boy."

I look straight into his eyes, trying my best not to get lost in them again.

"You better get out there and win the damn race and prove to me you're not just wacko with a big mouth who can't keep it in his pants. Be my winner!"

He holds my stare with so much intensity that I almost lost my grip. He holds my wrist and slowly straightens up. There was so much assurance in his eyes, so much emotion and certainty. His hold on my wrist was tight, but not painful. It was comforting.

"Don't worry. I'll be your winner."

I hold his stare for a few seconds more before I break eye contact. I slowly slide my hand away, making him let go. I let out a breath, realizing the rashness of my miniature explosion. I could only nod my head.

"Good."

"Don't worry boss, I got you." He walks past me, smiling. I only let out another breath as he pats my shoulder. I glare daggers at his back as I bite my lips, following him out of the room.

When we got back to our area, the cars were already ready, and so was everybody else. James was already in full gear, and so was Nadech. When the announcer signals the last ten minutes before the race comes into play, I decided to gather everyone.