Back by popular demand of Bre's challenge! (I think I might make this a re-accuring thing, Bre you up for it?)
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Chapter 12
“Hey baby” smirked Eric as I stepped out of my car and onto the dried over mud road that was home to the bike tracks I loved
“Hey Eric” I smiled
“Brooklyn told us that our little flag girl was getting married” he twisted a toothpick in my mouth “That true?”
“Yup” I smiled as Eric and his mates groaned “Sorry boys but I’m off the market”
“You gonna come and drop you bra for Brooklyn’s race next week?” asked Simon, one of the boys in the back of Eric’s truck
“Depends” I smiled walking through the two large trucks they were sitting on
“On what?”
“If Bronx’s asks nicely”
They ‘ooh’d and laughed
“Later boys” I smiled, shoving my hands in my pockets and walking off to find the boy in question
Brooklyn was –of course– sitting on his bike in his leather jacket, black jeans and snapback talking up a couple of the race girls that were managed by the track owner’s son Reggie
“Reggie isn’t going to be very happy with you Bronx” I called as I approached, making him look up and smile “You know what he’s like about Racers dating the race girls”
He nodded to the girls in tight tops and barely-there shorts “Later girls, my rides here”
They pouted and shuffled away as fast as their monster heels on muddy ground would carry them
“Your ride?” I asked leaning over the handlebars of his Harley “What ride?”
“My competition” he smirked “The return of IQ”
I graoned and dropped my head at the mention of the ridiculous nick name one of Eric’s not all there mates had given me
“I’m not IQ you loser” I said hitting his head lightly
“Of course not, you’re red around here”
I blushed, remembering I was red for a reason
“So what took you so long?” he asked “Everyone’s in the stands waiting for their champion red girl to return”
I laughed “I had to stop off home for something quickly”
Brooklyn raised his eyebrow and lifted the hem of my shirt up high to reveal my red lace bra
“Red strikes again” he smirked handing me my old leather jacket and pants off the back of his bike “Go get changed honey”
“I can ride in jeans”
“Not unless you want to die”
I rolled my eyes and took the clothes “You’re so annoying”
“Only looking out for you” he smiled whacking my ass as I walked away “Hurry up, if you aren’t back by the time my Harley is in the shed I’m coming into the girls change room and you can ride in your underwear for all I care”
I laughed “You obviously forgot how I got the name Red”
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I got the name Red for my lucky red bra and panties
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