It All Started With a Diary

fighting it|part 5

Because I'm in the car.

I nearly chuckled at that before the reality washed over me. I swallowed tightly, shoveling down my fear as the crack of the window sent air my way. I began to turn to thank Kade but the wind caught me first. It drifted through my hair, running it's cool fingers throughout the strands, causing loose hair to fly from the ponytail. I couldn't shield my smile, even as Kades' gaze darted toward mine.

"Having fun?" he repeated.

I didn't answer, instead focusing on the calm, lulling wind. My opiate had arrived, and by every passing second, I felt it take affect.

Kades' eyes jumped between the rear-view mirror and the track. "Fuck."

Shag's car had caught up to ours. Through the window, I could smell the intoxicating smell of rubber and gasoline as Shag passed Kade's car, kicking the dust.

"Motherfucker!" Kade seethed through clenched teeth.

He shifted gears, slamming his foot onto the pedal. I heard a couple bones in his neck pop as he leaned in closer to the wheel. I was engulfed at the dangerous look that passed across his expression before settling there.

His stern features were now clouded with anger, eyes blazing with a bright fire of emotion. The adrenaline of the speed sinked in, and his hard demeanor only added to the rush.

My hand still clutched the interior of the car for support. I'd hate to see Kades' reaction if he lost tonight. From his closed off expression, I could tell that in his mind, it was only himself, Shag, and the track.

"You're not going to win, motherfucker," he muttered, his speed accelerating as we fell close to a turn.

Instead of slowing down, Kade was too caught up in his emotions to lower his speed. Because of this, the car tire skidded roughly against the pavement before Kade gained control of the car.

"Slow down," I bit my tongue as the words ran past my lips.

I could feel the impact of my words as his angry glare slid over me. He continued with his pace as he shifted gears, again.

The wind fought back, only pushing Kade's inner turmoil harder. When the wind swept back, Kade only pushed back harder. He was on the very brim of danger, and I knew he was close to falling.

"I'm not slowing down for your sake," he imformed me, scowling as Shag's vehicle kicked the dust. "I should have never..." he shook his head before he finished, scowling.

My own gaze shifted into one of annoyance. "Kade." By the malcontent expression, I knew he was far away, but I continued on anyway, "Listen to me. Slow the hell down for a second."

I didn't expect him to listen so soon, but he did. The car slowed, and by his white tipped fingers, I knew that if my plan didn't work, I would be in the deep trenches.

I waited for us to reach the very peak of the race, eyeing Shags' moves as he continued to taunt us with his profound speed. But, I had a trick up my sleeve.

I leaned away from the seat, craning my head ahead. "When I get to three, hit the gas and leave him in the dust," I demanded to Kade, who shook his head.

"There's no fucking way I'm listening to you," he snorted, chuckling to himself. "No fucking way." Anger and frustration mixed into a disaster as I glared at the side of his face.

"Well, you're going to lose if you don't, then," I spat back.

I didn't know what had gotten into me, but maybe his sarcastic responses and attitude had begun to rub off on me.