You Need Me

Back To The Job

"Congrats on winning the game of FIFA, Nat." Jordan kicks off a conversation as we begin eating the delicious roast that Rebecca has so kindly prepared for us lot. I watch in amusement as Trent's face drops with annoyance and mere humiliation.

"Cheers, bro." I grin smugly and tuck into the plate of food in front of me. Trent just tuts and also begins eating his food with slight bitterness shown within his facial expression.

"So, it's good to see you smiling and back on your feet, Natalie, how have you been since you went back to your normal life?" Rebecca smiles at me from the head seat of the dining table.

I swallow my food with haste and look over at her. "I've been coping." I nod my head subtly.

"And your driving, how is that all going?"

"Alright, I mean I have my first race since, then, next week." I take a sip of the glass of wine on the coaster.

"When next week?" Trent pipes up suddenly becoming interested in the conversation.

A slight frown shadows my face as I get confused as to why this boy is so interested to know when I am racing. "Wednesday at nine."

"Sweet."

"Why'd you wanna know?" My head tilts and I pop a carrot in my mouth.

"Just curious that's all." Trent sends me a wink and we go back to eating our dinners in comfortable silence.

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The rally race is in an hour and me and my best friend Kyle are making sure that my Porsche 959 is all good to go. "You feeling okay, Nat?" He questions and his green eyes look at me seriously as I run my hand along one of the tyres of my baby blue rally car.

"Yeah, fine. I'm just a bit nervous I suppose." I reply and stand back up from examining the tyre.

"Don't worry, hon, you are gonna smash it. You are the best driver round these places by miles and no one can say any different." Kyle pulls me into a big hug and a small smile stretches across my face at the sweetness of my best friend. Kyle is my manager in a way. He gets me my races, good publicity and is in charge of practically everything that goes on with my racing career. He's a bit older than I am, twenty nine, whereas I am only twenty one. But I have no idea what I would do without him if I am honest, without him I wouldn't be where I am today.

When we pull away he nods at me reassuringly and I put my hair into a low bun, I take my blue helmet off of the rack and hold it underneath my arm. "So, any true competition that I need to look out for today?"

"Nothing to remotely worry about, I got you an easy race to kick your season back off after your break. We have a grand prize of two thousand five hundred quid which, if you ask me, is a very good amount for this race." He flicks through a clipboard on the side scanning over everything.

"Fab. Just around half an hour until we need to get this baby down to the starting line. Oh and how many laps of the track am I doing?" I also put my hand down on top of the blue car's bonnet.

"Just fifteen, nothing too short but nothing too long either."

"Nice." I nod my head and go over to my blue race suit that is hanging up by the helmet rack.

I slip off my black Nike shoes and step into my suit, pulling it over my jean shorts and black vest top. My fingers zip it up to the area just below my chin tightly and push the button through at the neck section to ensure that it doesn't come undone.

For the next twenty minutes we talk about stuff and tactics associated with my upcoming race. "Right we should really think about starting the car up and getting it down to the starting line. We are due to be right at the front as you are classed as the one to watch tonight." Kyle stands up straight and runs his hand through his dark brown hair.