Lea Moore [Sequel to Raine Walker] (ON-HOLD)

Chapter Eleven

Raine POV

        The girl drops the flag.

        The tires spin loudly as their engines roar.

     They speed off down the concrete stretch towards the sunset, kicking up some dust in the process. The sun shines off the car bodies, making it seem something like magic. My hands are over my mouth, screaming for Scott to win. It just was felt right to cheer him on. His car speeds ahead, going faster and faster with each moment. At one point, I feel like all of this is moving in slow motion.

        I could hear the roar of both of the competitor's vehicles; Scott is a little bit louder, though. I feel the excitement rushing through me, causing me to yell his name louder. I want him to win - even if it is dangerous. If he's doing this, he better freaking win.

        I stand, watching as their cars speed to the end of the stretch. As I stand on the back of the truck parked in a very good spot to see the end of the race, I watch as Scott's car reaches the end. His car crosses over the finish line. First! I cheer and jump in excitement. No longer was I scared for Scott's safety. I was more about congratulating him on winning.

        Scott's car speeds back down, not on the race track of course because there is another race taking place. Dust is spun up as he makes his way back, his engine roaring with so much life. I jump off the bed of the truck, waiting for his return. I run with the rest of the crowd over to him. He pulls up quickly, hopping out in one solid motion. He's congratulated by many people with cheers and lots of yelling, but he pushes through the crowd...straight to me.

        How clique!

        I was smiling so hard my cheeks actually hurt. A smile stretched across his face as he scooped me up in his arms, actually lifting me off the ground as he buries his face in my neck. I can't help but laugh. 

        "See. I'm alright," Scott mumbles into my neck.

        I giggle. "I can see that."

        He sets me down, cupping my face between his hands as he smashes his lips to mine. The kiss was a lot more hungrier than I expected it to be. He tasted with his tongue, asking for entrance...which was granted.  His hands race up and down my spine, sending the good kind of chills through me. He pulls apart quickly, almost gasping for air. He rests his forehead on mine.

        "C'mon," he half whispers. He takes my hand in his as he pulls me back towards his car. We cut through the crowd as I was trying to decipher what he had planned.

        "Scott? What are we doing?" I ask, confused.

        "Get in," Scott laughs as he opens up the passenger's door. I was leery, but I could see the excitement soaring through Scott's eyes that I could resist. I climb in after the slight hesitation, seeing him pile into the driver's seat.

        He turns on the engine, revving it a bit before actually shifting it into gear.  "You ready?" He grins at me as we pull up to be next in line for a race.

        "We're RACING?" I freaked, looking around at the crowd that followed his car to the line up. There was a lot of people. Scott must be popular in these parts...

        "Yeah..." Scott says, a little breathless, as if it was a stupid question for me to ask. I tear my glance away from the crowd of crazy, cheering people to Scott - he looks more alive than I've ever saw him before. 

        "I-I-" I was stuttering. I don't want to say no because he really enjoys this, but I don't want to say yes either because of the potential danger. I'm in a war...

        "You'll be fine, Raine. Think of this as trusting me," Scott responds, pulling up to the starting line. He reaches up, opening up the sunroof. He looks in his rear-view mirror, getting pumped for a second race.

        "Scott, you know I already trust you..." my voice trails off as I feel Scott reach over and tighten my seat belt. His face is inches from mine, and I feel myself suck in my breath. Yes, I understand that when I kiss him, our faces are much closer than this. But this feeling was soaring inside me that was equivalent to what I felt to the time of our first kiss.

        "I know. I just want you to experience this," Scott whispers in my ear after he glances at my eyes...and only my eyes for a split second.

        I gulp down my fears, knowing that I was going to face them whether I liked it or not. Scott reaches over, taking his hand into mine. I feel all the fear drain out of me in that moment as I looked at Scott's eyes. It was like the moment I got on the back of Scott's bike. Taking another risk that I know would have a good outcome. I feel a smile rush over my face as I feel the adrenaline pace through me. 

        Face another fear, Raine, I thought.

        I glance forward, feeling Scott's hand being removed from my own as he grips onto the steering wheel. I move my hand to the door handle, knowing that I was going to need something to hold on to as well. People were going nuts as the final moment arrives. I see the girl with the long, sleek, black hair walk out in between the two racing cars. I glance beyond Scott, out his window, at the other guy racing. It's Topher. He glances over as Scott turns his head, both of them having evil smiles on their faces. I glance ahead, watching as the flag is dropped.

        Oh, shit.

        It's one fluid and sudden motion that sends you back in your seat from inertia. I feel forced back into the seat as the car picks up speed. I turn my head, watching Topher's car disappear behind us. I glance back at Scott, who realizes this as well. He glances over at me quickly, a smile on his face. I feel myself smiling, hearing him cheer in excitement from the driver's seat. I cheer in excitement as well, feeling all worries and fears drain from me another time. 

        I felt free. And careless.

        We cross over the finish line. The car comes to a smooth stop. I act out immediately, taking the chance to remove the seat belt and reach over. I move Scott's face where I'm able to plan my lips on his. The kiss was crazy and electric. I haven't felt anything like it before. Both of us end up smiling, which disrupts our kiss.

        "Want to make a victory run?" he asks me.

        "Go for it," I smile, popping out of my seat to perch up through the sun roof. I wanted to experience the speed coursing through my hair. I wanted to actually feel the wind from a similar perspective of riding the motorcycle. 

        Like I said, I was no longer scared - so I stepped it up a level. As I felt the speed pick up and the wind chase past me, I feel like I could fly...metaphorically speaking. Being with Scott, living actions out like this, was really, really satisfying. I felt like a new girl with I'm with Scott. 

        And I love that feeling.

        I love the feeling when I'm with him.

        Not only do I love the feeling with him...but I think I love him.

        I love Scott.