Make Me Hate

Whipblash

At what point do you come to terms with your insanity?

Better yet how is it possible for people to bury their feelings so deep that nothing fazes them?

Cutting off my emotions had always come with ease. Oh, how wrong I had been. Right now, all I wanted to do was sink my nails into the bitch that's couldn't keep her paws off Damon. I couldn't keep my turbulent thoughts at bay.

I just knew I was soooo fucked.

If I wasn't a virgin, it might've been easier to distract myself with another guy. I couldn't be with just any guy.

When the girl slid into the passenger seat of his car, I practically saw red. Jealousy swarmed me. My moral compass prevented me from running over there and pulling her curly red locks from her scalp. See, like I said, I'm never this savage. I was panicking. I've never had such intense feelings. Feelings for someone I barely, hardly, liked.

The race was about to begin, while the crowd billowed their fits of excitement, my adrenaline was stirred with thoughts surrounding what they might have been doing inside the car. Why do I even care...? It wasn't a hard guess, guys like Damon wanted one thing. Girls like her would do anything to have his attention. I was envious over her power to go after what she wanted.

The crowd grew louder when some girl in a bikini strutted out on the track, stopping at the center. Her body faced the line of cars. Lifting slender arms one hand released a flag while the other hung open in the air. Without warning she moved her arm in a downward motion. Like the movies, the gesture signaled the vehicles into action. Engines grumbled, before tires screech as each car takes off. They left behind an array of dirt. It seemed to jump start the crowd. They're boisterous screams filled the air. I winced at the ear-splitting noise.

The throng of on lookers were hype as the cars zoomed down the road. Each car was trying to gain speed on the other. The only car that held my focus was the mustang. Damon's car gained speed on the forza that was in first place. The other cars had nothing on them. They trailed behind the two vehicles. The two leading cars became the focus as people watched in anticipation. This was getting intense... It was back and forth. One moment Damon passed his opponent, then out of nowhere, the Forza would speed pass Damon. It remained that way, until the Forza was in front, almost nearing the end of the track. I would love to see Damon's face right now. The Forza was about to win but shockingly the driver slowed his speed just a little. Big mistake. Damon took that opportunity to adjust gears and speed up. Every single eye in the crowd followed the cars. The Mustang passed the other car and raced to the finish line. Damon won the race by a landslide.

Immediately the crowd screamed. Several guys howled in excitement. The girls were giddy with joy. I slinked my small frame through the chaos. Thinking I had dodged the crowd, people ran past me. Some slammed into me as they rushed to the track. The Mustang was surrounded by the time Damon jumped from the car. His face was filled with nothing but pride. Between several fist bumps and back pats, he was swallowed by the crowd. He was completely invisible from where I was standing. That red haired girl managed to split between the group of people—crowd parting like the goddamn red sea. The exaggerated sway of her hips had the males drooling. Each one was trying to get a better view.