Here's a new story that i actually dreamed about!!! Over and over again so here i go and i'm going to put it on Wattpad because....... Just because.
Hope you enjoy!!
Btw there might be two chapters in this for you! ;D
I raced on my bike along the freeway, the cops in their shitty cars chasing me.
I'd loose them sooner or later - i always did.
I couldn't help but laugh as one of them tried to cut me off.
On my 2006 Kawasaki Zx-14x, they'd never catch me.
As the policeman was turning/stopping, i went past with a small wave.
That guy was the actual reason i got away. He distracted the others long enough for me to speed off home.
"Yo Leon! I'm home!" i yell, throwing my keys on the table.
"How many times do i have to tell you? If you're going to speed on your bike, at least make it a challenge for yourself."
I smirked. "You watching TV?"
"Yep. How's the bike?"
"She runs like a dream. Thanks for getting it."
He shrugged. "No biggie."
I scoffed before heading up to my room. No biggie? What a huge pile of shit. They were illegal to ride on the streets, and in fact, illegal for us to even own one.
Leon was 25, and seven years older then i was. We were basically the same person though. We both liked racing and challenges. He just happened to drive a 1987 Shelby Custom Gt 500. It was beautiful, yes, but not my kind of style. I liked my bikes.
"Don't forget that you're going to the transfer school tomorrow, so be ready!" he yelled.
I groaned. "Really? I totally forgot about it. I'll take one of the regular - normal, bikes."
"I'll drive and keep an eye on you for a while."
My brother and i were racers, but we cared for each other more then anything else.
"Sweet. I'm going to bed okay? It's late and i'm tired."
I glanced at the clock. 1:30am. Damn. Six hours until i had to get up again. And hey, i liked my sleep.
"Night. Love you."
"Love you too."
I slammed the alarm clock. "Stupid thing." i muttered. "So fucking loud." when it went off again ten minutes later, i remembered what it was for and bolted upright with a "Shit! Leon! Get up i have to leave! Literally, in about 5 minutes!"
I put on leather jeans and a top with a leather jacket and grabbed my helmet before hurling myself downstairs.
I grabbed Leon's toast and ran outside with the keys for anyone of my bikes. I smiled because i grabbed the Suzuki GSX-R keys.
I got on, finished the toast, grabbed my bag and went off. Trying my best not to speed.
As i drove into the school parking lot, people turned to stare at me. I stopped for a minute and looked for a spare spot. Under some trees above the rest of the spots were plenty of spaces. I went up there and parked. With all my rushing, i was five minutes early, and Leon turned up.
"Curls," he used his nickname for me "you should have gotten up earlier."
"I know. Shut up."
Three minutes before the bell, Leon left with a kiss on my cheek and a warning to not get into trouble. I told him that i wouldn't and he chuckled.
After he left, another two cars drove up. Both Jeeps.
I sighed. Of course this would be the popular kids parking spot. I still was on the Suzuki with my helmet on as the owners came up to me.
"And who are you man?" They guy was burly with obviously more brawn then brain. He had curly brown hair and was flexing his muscles as he came closer.
His companion seemed relaxed and i couldn't help but think that he was Hot. Light brown straight hair, and a body that probably had a six pack under the shirt.
I took off the helmet and shook out my hair. "Who would you be talking to?"
"Soz girl. I thought that with the bike and all, that you'd be a guy."
"Well i'm not. Have i taken your spot?"
"Yeah. Do you mind moving?" Hotty asked.
"The way i see it, there are plenty of other spaces." i gestured to others."
"Soz, but if you don't move willingly, we'll force you." Burly said.
"Oh? And how would you do that?" i narrowed my eyes.
He cracked his knuckles and touched my shoulder. "Guess."
I turned my face towards him. "Back off." i snarled viciously.
Hotty stared at me in amazement. And from the look on Burly's face, no-one had ever stood up to him like that, especially a girl.
Burly let go, but instead of backing away, he went towards my bike.
"If you touch that, i'm gonna beat the crap outta you." i threatened.
He continued towards the bike, pretending not to hear. When he got close enough to touch it, he smirked, turned his face to me, and did. He touched my bike.