Deception

Chapter 6: Deal?

"We are here." Niall says as we pull up to an abandoned looking city. The streets are cracked and rigid and if it wasn't London, I would guess that each and every building was hit by a tsunami.

"No, I changed my mind. Not about to be part of the next Paranormal Activity." I say while all the others in the back of our truck scoot off.

"It just looks creepy. They filmed some disaster movie here and never touched it after, its fine I promise." Niall laughs, taking my hand and practically dragging me off of the truck so it can go pick up another load of people.

"And I had to convince YOU to go? You seem pretty excited if you ask me." I tease Niall as we follow the crowd of people towards a line of four cars.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. The last time I went it was different." He says when we finally reach the starting line. I want to ask "How so?" but I keep my mouth shut instead.

"So this is Charlie?" I hear someone say. I turn around and in view come a boy with slightly spiked, baby brown hair and smile that looks like diamonds. He wears a button down unlike all the other guys in brand tees.

"I have heard a lot about you." He says, eyeing Niall. I laugh awkwardly and grin.

"I'm Liam, nice to meet you." he smiles. Oh, the dean's son. I lift my hand to shake his but instead he laughs and pulls me in for a hug. I am stupefied until Niall starts laughing so I laugh too and pull away.

"Now that I broke the ice, now more awko-taco time?" he chuckles. I look over to Niall and he mouths "he's drunk."

Oh right, of course.

"Ladies and Gents." We hear a mic being tapped. We all turn towards the frunt. The crowd hoots and hollars and slowly, we are all pushed forward closer to the starting line.

"Are you ready to watch one hell of a race?" the speaker who is clearly intoxicated spits into the microphone. The crowd screams so loud that I have to cover my ears. Liam and Niall both laugh at me. And to think these kids are from a private university.

"Let me start by introducing your racers tonight. In the first mustang is driver Zayn Malik!" I literally think I hear the girls scream louder than hyenas.

"The second Porsche is Collin Baker." The girls scream.

"The third Beamer is Asher Robin." And the girls scream again.

"And finally, in the Camaro is the three time winning champion, Harry Styles." He says in the mic, covering his own ears from all of the screams. I bury my face into Niall's arm to protect my poor ears but it doesn't do much.

"Now the racers are going to say their little speeches while we wait for the last transportation truck. Then, its race time baby." And the girls scream again. I am suddenly ashamed of my sex.

The boys introduce themselves. I am not really paying attention. In the middle of Collins or whoever's little speech, some guys spills his drink all over my shoes so I have to take them off. Then, when Asher talks, one of Niall's friends hands us shots.

"I don't like to drink." I say, handing him back the vodka.

"It's just a shot. Won't do no harm." He smiles. I look into his settling blue eyes and take the shot from his hand and throw it back quickly. Niall and his friend look at each other, impressed.

I didn't tell them why I don't like to drink.

"Another?" Niall's friend asks me but I turn him down before I wont be able to.

"What's your name?" he asks, a little too friendly.

"Charlie."

"I am Nick." I nod back at him. Then, my mind shifts back to the racers.