Short Stories

Wild Ride

I stormed out of the house making sure the front door slammed shut behind me.

"Alexis get back here! I did not say you could leave." Grant, my father, yells after me.

I give him a one finger salute over my shoulder. He hasn't been a part of the last 10 year of my life and now that I'm forced to live with him he wants to tell me what to do. Hell to the no! I set my board on the ground and take off down the sidewalk. Sadly my precious car hadn't arrived yet.

As I ride down the sidewalk I pull out my phone and dial Emily's number. I met her my first day of school here. Part of her detention was to show me around. We had most of the same classes but we really bonded during lunch. Turns out we had a simile sense of humor and found Kate's, the head cheerleader, cluelessness about her boyfriend claiming to be volunteering every night to be hilarious. I was brand new and could already tell he was cheating on her. Emily and I ended up exchanging number and hung out almost everyday for the last three weeks.

Can't believe I've already been here for three weeks. Feels like both a lifetime and only a few hours.

Emily picks up on the second ring. "What up bi-atch!"

"Grant is so frustrating. He thinks after 10 years of being absent he can now be my father just because I live with him." I huff, running my free hand through my hair.

"Wouldn't it be nice if the cost of living on your own didn't cost you to sell your organs on the black market." Emily replies dryly. She had a lot of differences with her mother. While her mom wanted her to be a proper lady and go to college, she wanted to dye her hair and become a tattoo artist.

"There anything interesting going on here tonight?" I was making my way to Emily's house knowing she'd either drive us somewhere or I could spend the night.

"Actually there is." Emily says with a smile in her voice. "There's a race on the edge of town."

"Emily! I live with a retired race car driver. The last thing I want to do is go to a race." I groan.

"Hold on, let me finish. It's a motorcycle race. A street race."

It takes a moment for me to understand what she's saying. "As in the not exactly legal and free beer type of race?"

"Mhm. Come to my house and we can get ready to go."

"I'm already outside." Which I was.

Half an hour later and Emily is driving to the edge of town. This area is covered in warehouses and old factories. The perfect place for a street race. We locate other cars and pull up next to them. Emily reapplies lipstick while I tame my flyaway hair. Together we get out of her car and head towards the crowd of spectators.

We get several admiring looks as he push our way to the front of the crowd. I wanted a good view. There were about six or seven motorcycles lined up. Most of the bikes had bright paint jobs, so the jet black one caught my eye. Two guys stood next to the bike, neither one looked dressed to be the rider.

"Oh he's hot." Emily says and I move my gaze to where she was looking.

On the other side of the street a guy steps out of the crowd. He was decked in black. Black jeans, black leather jacket, and black hair. His jaw was sharp enough to cut paper and his light eyes were framed by dark brows. Both Emily and I watch as he walks over to the black bike. If it weren't for the street lights he would disappear into the night.

A scantily clad girl steps in front of the motorcycles and all the riders get ready. Any extra people move to the sidewalks with the rest of the crowd.