The Competitor

The Competitor

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This is a fan fiction of the second generation of the Twisted Series by the author Ana Huang. All characters belong to Ana Huang, and I created two of my own. Everyone knows that under James Chen's charming demeanour he is cold and broody. Top student in AP Physics, Astronomy and Aerospace Engineering, James feels like nothing could stop him from getting his scholarship at Granite Bay University and graduating as an Aerospace Engineer. Until her. His kryptonite. Dahlia Maura Harper, daughter of the deadly Christian Harper. Ever since she attended Grand Ridge Highschool she has made it clear that she doesn't take James' shit and challenges him in classes he would've actually considered himself to be the best in. She challenges him like no one ever has. And he likes to challenge her too. The rivalry gets even more heated this year, until they have no choice but to work together on a project they have been assigned to. Their stubborn selves refuse to back out of this project and they try to work together as best they can. But what happens when they both start to realise that it may not be hatred that they feel, but something far stronger?
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She steps past me, hips swaying deliberately, pulling me in like a predator. Her helmet is fixed forward but her voice stalks me like a shadow no amount of light can take away. Slowly, deliberately, she slides her slender gloved hand down the cool metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding her recklessness. I lean in and press my fingers to the collar of her suit, and slowly drag them to the dip underneath her belly button where the zipper ends. She tenses suddenly, her breath catching. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "Beauty might buy you an audience, but it won't buy you speed." I slowly drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I bridge the ever-closing gap between us, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets, Angel." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, and the roar of the engines, he can't take his eyes off her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.

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