Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 2

"Hey Mila...missed you at the track today." My brother James says over the phone. "I came in second to Mendes. Damn guy gets on my nerves." He growls in the receiver. "Yeah I know, I'm sorry! I missed you too though." I sigh. Truth is, I really did miss being at the track. I've spent my whole life on the track watching my dad and older brother race. Even as a young girl I was intrigued by the roar of the engines, pungent smell of gasoline and burnt rubber and the rush of your heart vibrating in your chest as the cars zoom by going 200 plus miles an hour.

"Wait, Mendes beat you?! As in Shawn?" I say shocked. "Yes Mila, Shawn as in Shawn Mendes." I can hear him roll eyes at me. "I hate that guy, he's such a prick. Let me guess, he found another weakling to play with?" I sneer.

"Oh course sis. This time it was Stacy. Pretty sure you could hear them across the track, but oh well." Ewwww. My skin is crawling. "TMI brother."

Shawn and I met when we were kids. We were never close and never really friends, but we shared a mutual love of racing. He grew quite fond of watching my dad race; which I think is what triggered his passion for racing. If he wasn't constantly hitting on me, or at least tying to, and then running and fucking the trophy girl after every win......he might actually be worth my time, but not so much now.

I have standards and I'd rather be alone.

Poor Shawn isn't the only guy I've turned down before either. I mean, half the racers have made a pass at me. Some of which only come at me because my dad is the infamous Mario Cabello and his prodigy son James Cabello is my brother.

"Well I gotta go sis. Dad's getting the crew together for dinner. See you in a couple days'. Love you."

"Love you too bro, tell dad hi!" I smile into the receiver. "Will do girl. Bye!!"

"Bye" I say before hanging up.

I'm currently busy packing the last of my things from my classes in Arizona. I've been away at training for the past few months so I was bummed to miss the first few races of the season. At 25 I am one of the youngest members of the safety crew for Indy Car and also one of the only females. That saying "anything guys can do, girls can do better," I feel like that saying was meant for me. I'm a beast and my dad has always instilled in me to be a strong, independent woman. I don't need to be bossed around by any man.

Saying my final goodbyes to my temporary room, I grab my stuff and head to the airport. While most people fly on big commercial planes, I fly in style on my dad's private jet.

I know...the life of a spoiled rich kid.  I mean not really.  If you just looked at me, you wouldn't think I was being selfish or be full of money. I'm grounded. I like to get my hands dirty every once in awhile, which is something my mom and dad always taught me.

I called my mom on the way to the airport to go home to Indy. I'm so excited to see her, my dad and my brother.

However, I am not looking forward for seeing a certain some one with brown curly hair and golden eyes..