The Bad Girl's Secret (slowgoing)

Get it ? Got it. Good.

He smirked and confidently strode over to the boys bathroom where I only can assume is his bag. I turn my attention to Derrick. His eyes wide. His mouth open. 

" Please tell me you did not just challenge a Tiger to a race?" My eyes widen at the question. I knew that my brothers were doing the same. 

"You're telling me that the guy who just walked away from me, whose bike I laughed at.... IS A TIGGER?!!!" My voice rising at my last statement. The Tigers are the biggest, most popular and most feared street racing and fighting gang on the east coast of North Carolina. They had members some all the way in Tennessee! They show no mercy on any off their opponents. I've always tried to keep my distance with them. Lucky for me none go to my school or see me when I'm with Mya or the boys. If they know about them they could use them to get to me. Use them as my weakness. Threaten them to make me loose.  Some of their people choose me as their opponent(it's mostly their ladies who fight me). Other are placed with me. The last time I fought one she broke my wrist. That was only about two months ago.  So you can see my problem here.  "Why didn't you tell me that before I made the deal!!" 

"I was going to but someone wouldn't stop talking for me to do so." He glared at me. I wanted to punch him so hard. I raised my left hand ready to slap him or just do something to get my anger / scared feeling out.  

"AHHHH!" I cry out in pain. I quickly move my wrist to my heart to maybe relieve some of this throbbing pain. It didn't help. I looked to my brothers behind me. "I think I may have more than sprained it." Derrick had a worried look on his face. 

"What did you do?" 

"She was stupid and punched the wall of the bathroom without protection. This is the result." Connor spoke up.  

"Alexandra." Derrick's voice was low, laced with anger and worry. "I have told you to go easy on that wrist. You're already healing from it breaking weeks ago." I could feel the boys' heated gaze on the side or back of my head. 

" I know Ricky. I was just being stupid and not thinking." I said through gritted teeth. "Grant please tell me you drove here. There is no way that I'm gonna be able to ride my bike in that race I'll have to drive one a of Dad's."

"I drove your Jeep. Amaya gave us the key don't be mad please." Luke spoke up. 

"Alright Grant your riding my bike home. Luke and Connor you're riding with me in my Jeep" 

"Lex there's no way that your driving with that hand." Derrick spoke up. "You just re-ingured after breaking it."  

"Rick I'll be fine. I still have the brace I'll just put that on and I'll be fine."  

"Whatever." He grumbled. " I'll meet you at the track." With that he walked off leaving me alone with my brother heated stares focused on my left wrist that I was still holding next to chest.      

"You're not driving with that wrist." Grant's words broke the intense silence. 

"The hell I'm not." 

"Lex-"

"Grant he's new in town. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know the power dad's car has. I can take him by surprise. Now lets go home so I can change." With that my brothers and I left the warehouse. 

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Once home I went straight to the third floor bathroom. I quickly shut the door and started the shower. I was starting to undress when there was a knock on the door.  

"Lexi. It's me." I heard Amaya's voice come through the door. I smile, she always helps me get ready for a race. 

"Its open." I say. She comes in and her eye instantly fall to my left wrist, which I still hold close to make heart. I never told her that I broke it just sucked it up and didn't fight for a month. "They told you?"   

"yeah..." her voice trailed off. I tried my best to remove the rest of my sweaty clothes. 

Your probably wondering why Im sweaty seeing as the i didn't actually fight. Well the answer is simple... they run the heat wide open to make the fighters work harder and to sell more drinks. 

I winced when I tried to move my wrist.

"I hate to ask this but could you help me?"I wasn't afraid of being undressed in front of Mya. Not only was she a girl but she has help patch me up after fights sometimes The sore losers would bring in knifes, which were banned, and try to finish what was started. Sometimes I needed up needing help patching up and clean the wounds since my mother would never approve of what i was doing(and her being gone 85% of the time) and no other girl was around, Amaya was the only option.  She stalked towards me with sad look on her face. 

"This is why I didn't want you to come. You've seen the outcome watching is worse." I whisper as she is behind me trying to be gentle. Once she's done undressing me and the water is to the temperature I like it and walk in the shower. I heard the door open.

"Hey I was thinking."

"Yeah?" The door shut back closed.  

"Umm. Since the guys are here I thought maybe you could come to the race with me."

"OMG are you for real?"

"Yeah. But you'll have to talk to Grant, Conner and  Luke before we can decide on anything. Get it?"

"Got it."

"Good." I smile even though she can't see me because of the steam on the glass of the shower. She ran out the door and I finished showering.

With a towel wrapped around me I walked the distance to my room. To find a very excited Amaya lying on my bed kicking her feet in the air. 

"Um are you okay?" I ask as I'm walking in to my closet. 

"Luke and Connor are staying here. Does that mean I can go?"

"Is Grant coming?" I ask although I know he will.

"Yeah he said and I quote 'I have to keep her sister from doing anything foolish.'"

"Ass." I entered my closet trying to find something hot and sexy but still modest to wear at the track. Normally I would care about modesty but  atlas Grant is coming. I decided on a tight black long sleeve dress that hugged my small curves perfectly. It reached my mid thigh. Pairing that with over-knee black heel boots. As a finishing touch I add a silver chain belt and necklace. I changed then made my way back out o show Mya. 

"Dang girl you look hot." I said. "And coming from a lesbian thats a compliment." Amaya HAs always been open about her likes and dislikes when it came to love. Although it won't surprise me if she came home one day saying ' This is Adrien... my boyfriend.' I strutted over to my vanity and sat down. I undid my hair from it's place in my hair towel and started blow drying it. After it was fully dry I brushed it the proceeded style it in soft natural waves.  Then I start on my make up. Normally I do some Smokey Eye or something.... But today I do just a natural with some bright red  lipstick.   

"So How do these work?" Mya asked as we walked to her room. 

"There is a track. We'll drive there. Grant will most likely drive his car. Once we get there you will stay behind me until its time for me to go then you will stay with Grant. If something happens during the race..." I stopped walking turned and looked at her in the eye, "You stay with Grant. And you look after the twins for me. I'm gonna sugar coat it for you. These things can get dangerous depending on who I'm racing... this is same guy from fight I was supposed to be in. I don't know him. I don't know how he races. But if anything were to happen I want the twins and you to be safe and out of the system. Got it?" She was silent for a couple seconds just blinking but tear that were trying to fall.   

"I got it. And I will. You can trust me." She replied early above a whisper. BY then we were outside her door. I walked in and went straight to her closet. After trying a few different outfits and me helping her find some shoes. We finally picked some camo cargo pants and a black crop top with black picking boots. We decided to keep her pin straight brown hair down and make up was just some simple concealer and mascara.    

After Amaya was done getting ready we marched downstairs to the big living room where Grant was waiting. 

"Well what are we waiting for? Lets go kick some ass!" An over excited Grant peeked up.