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<<IVY's POV>>
i lean silently on my ride taking in the city lights over the mountain. this is something i did after every night drive i had by myself, i didn't have the chance to do these often. suddenly i feel eyes bore into my body. i snap my head to the direction and his dark eyes suck me in immediately at the time we made eye contact. he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a breath immediately.
his naturally angry eyes tell me his brain is in a different mode, that he has switched gears.
"you piss me off." he grumbles leaning on the hood of his fd. his eye contact was fierce almost trying to figure something out by looking at me. his harsh stare had my face heated and my blood boiling already.
"i didn't think coming to america would mean dealing with a brat like you."
he snarks. i give him the eyes almost daring him to continue. since when did he get here anyway?
"didn't think project d had someone so obnoxious. guess we are even." i smirk at him. he strides over a couple feet away from me and sits on the guardrail facing towards me.
"top racer is a little girl with her cocky ride. yet such a big attitude." he shakes his head giving the view a glance. i fumble with my keys in my hand, giving them a little toss to relax myself.
"anything else?" i chuckle trying not to plan out this mans death. his face becomes colder. i look away for a moment and the next moment i turn my head and he was closer than ever. i stare deeply into his eyes as i wait for his attacking messages. it takes me awhile to register how close he got until we are almost touching noses.
"it sickens me that it had to be someone like you so talented. yet cant appreciate the abilities you have. that's what sickens me the most." he said it so thoroughly the words fell from his tongue as if he was holding it back for awhile. he pulls his face away and drops the butt of his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it.
"i'm sorry you feel that way. doesn't mean you are right about me though." i stare longly at the flashing lights among the city, almost spacing off, not making eye contact. "if anything you shouldn't assume so much about an individual that you really don't know anything about." i stand there for awhile waiting for his response but i get nothing. i look over to see him spaced off as well. he looks down at the ground his angry eyes still furrowed like before. i smile to myself.
such a bitter man.
"then tell me what i should know about you." he says coming slightly closer.
"why do you race?" he asks, his voice getting less tense. i chuckle slightly at the question.
i never really have thought of something like that.
"i don't know to be honest. it came naturally to me back them." i started as i played with my hands.
"racing is one thing but something about driving in general puts me at ease." i look up at him and his expression is unreadable. what's his reason for asking?
the way he talks to me is passionately hateful.
the look in his eyes shows signs of killing almost.
I wonder what caused his angry mood all the time. it's almost captivating. it makes me want to know more.
is that the way he feels to?
what am i to him to make him curious?
I overthought too much that i didn't realize he was making his way over to me again.
i instantly feel a nudge to the head.
i flinch at the sudden touch and look up at him.
"idiot. did you hear me?" he snaps taking his hand away. i shake my head scratching my head in confusion. he rolls his eyes at me but i see the smallest smile ever come from his lips.
"you remind me of takumi. no idea what's going on in that head of yours." he says pulling out another cigarette as he sits on the guardrail. i raise my eyebrow at his actions. i could use one.
i swipe the cancer stick out of his hands and use my lighter on my keys to light it up myself.
"thanks." i take a breathe of it as he scoffs. and then he's back again with his irritated look.
"brat." he mutters under his breath. i smile subtly as he shakes his head.
"gotta watch what you do or you're gonna deal with the consequences." he looks at me with daring eyes. the adrenaline runs through my veins as i decide to get closer to his face trying to intimidate him.
"is that a warning?" i whisper as i hear a loud grip of the guard rail. i look down and i see his hand hold the steel tightly, his veins from his hands popping out. did intimidating him work so quick?
i suddenly feel a shadow engulf me as he stands up blocking the view of the city. i felt my breath get shaky though i was confused why this effect was happening.
what the hell.
"tough talk for you squirt. especially to someone who used to be in a gang." he chuckles.
he did not just fucking call me that.
i recover quick and look up at him. he stares down at me like he's solving a puzzle.
"its feeling more like a threat now." i smirk knowing he. won't. do. shit.
he creates distance suddenly as i let out a relieving breath.
"cant tell if i'm gonna hate you or stand you." he says turning away walking back to his fd. i laugh at his remark.
"couldn't give a damn either way." i said to myself, taking another puff. i see him make his usual irritated face, signing that he heard what i said. he opens the door and our eyes meet one last time.
"later, squirt."
"fuck off."
and then his engine roared as he sped off into the night.
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my eyes shoot open in confusion as i hear the knocking of my bedroom door.
"you're late stupid. wake up." i hear hazel's voice coming from the other side of my door. i pick up my mini clock and i was in fact an hour late of our usual time. i groan and roll out of my bed and then i hit the floor with a thud. i wince at the impact my vision blurring for a couple seconds.
what was that dream? who was that guy?
it felt so real. so familiar in a way. what the hell is going on.
my thoughts were getting jumbled as i threw my clothes on ignoring the nagging comments of hazel through my door.
"shut up i'm coming." i say opening the door revealing their angry face. she grabs my hand pulling me through the house then outside to my car.
"ay i didn't eat yet." i tiredly say fumbling with the keys to unlock it.
"remember when you said i should eat more?" she straightens her lips at my comment but doesn't budge.
"it's the consequences you get for being late. let's move now. we can't waste the precious time. we are expecting project d soon. god knows when." i roll my eyes at the thoughts clouding up my head like yesterday.
how good can these guys be?
and then we were off. starting with uphill training was first. when it comes to my 300zx, this fairladyz has the package.
with it being already 11 am. it started getting gloomy by the time we were done with practicing for the day. the rain generously sprinkled onto the blacktop.
hazel chuckles as i raise an eyebrow at her actions.
"remember your first race in the rain ivy?" she asks. my mind goes blank as i try to remember. there were so many races i couldn't seem to keep count or even worse remember when where why and how.
"wow. i don't." she gives me a flat draining look. following with me giving a look as if to mentally beg her not to butcher me about my awful memory.
"well anyways....i think that was one of my favorite races, so far at least." she smiles at the memory. i kinda feel awful that i don't remember a damn thing, but it didn't really hurt me that much in the end either way. or so i thought.
i shrugged off the uneasy feeling and continued my way out.
"your race between the dk of california? you are kidding iv, how can you forget?" hazel groans in disappoint.
"the race was too good to pass up and the amount of people was astronomical. i know most races you don't care to fry in ur memory but i know you take a piece of each race to your head and heart each time, regardless."
i never really thought about that. is there that much to myself that i don't know of?
"maybe. but i don't feel it." i glum at the thought of me not being motivated. but i just can't right now. if hazel's thinking is right and if i find good competition, i might be able find a new feeling for this racing thing. all the races i've been in were repetitive.
"and like i said, when you have a good enough race, i bet you will." she smiles looking out at the window.
i examine her face, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"have you ever thought about racing, hazel? you seem to be more interested in that aspect." her eyes widen a bit then she laughs.
"you know i'm more of a watcher ivy. i only started finding interest when you started racing, remember that." i look back at the road in silence.
my stomach growls unexpectedly. i take one of my hands off the wheel to feel my stomach.my anger starts to boil within me while looking at hazel.
"you couldn't just let me eat after i woke up?" i scoff at the amused look plastered on her face.
"chill out firecracker, let's grab something to eat then." she giggles. her phone suddenly rings and her voice mutes. she picks up her phone as i steal glances from the road to her.
"it's your boss. shit i really hope it isn't what i think it is. he usually never calls me first." she mutters under her breath. she presses the accept button and puts it on speaker.
"project d was seen in the area i heard. they beat the Atlanta Powers best racer. ivy is next."
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