Love this song, my friends introduced it to me. :)
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Chapter Four.
My mom expected my to concentrate on my crunches, with Zane lifting weights right next to me? No way in heaven, is that possible. For two reasons, one he's heaven annoying. Always giving me 'suggestions' on how to be better and telling me that I was doing 'everything' wrong. The second reason, I hate Zane but with these girl teenage hormones raging I couldn't help but day dream about those rock hard muscles, flexing when he lifted his weights, wrapped protectively around me. I shook my head, and decided to quit the crunches. "Mom. I'm going to go practice some dancing" I said, and walked into the open room my mom had reserved for me.
"Can we come?" Zoë piped up, Kelsey looked eager beside her. I nodded yeah, and they followed excited behind me. I walked into the room, plugged my iPod and my iPod dock into the wall, and turned on I Like That by Luciana. As soon as the music began, I began stretching. After the stretches, I restarted the song and began moving my hips back and forth. Hitting each side, and then I let my limbs go and got lost in the music. Watching my reflection in the mirror, as my blonde hair swung in every direction. My leg coming up, in a high kick and falling down. I did a leap, falling to my knees. I made sure all my moves were crisp, and I hit every bang perfect. When I was done, and breathing heavy the girls were staring at me with amazement. My mom had also walked in, and Zane not to far behind her.
"Good. You could have hit some moves better, but oh well. Let's practice your actual routine, and then your speech" she said, and I bit my lower lip. I had decided a few weeks ago, to change my whole talent performance. Into something more unique. "Mom?" I said, and she looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Raine?" my mother asked, and I bit my lip harder.
"Mom, I was wondering if maybe we could go with my idea for the talent portion" I asked and scrunched up my face, ready for the bang of words she usual unleashed when I thought of an idea. "What might that be?" she asked, calmly and I looked up. I could see the tension in her eyes, and I knew why she didn't yell. There was three guest here, she didn't want to seem like she was a bad mother in front of them.
"Um, That song I was just playing and my outfit would be a some black spandex shorts and a paint splattered shirt that was glow in the dark. I could have glow sticks around my neck, and maybe converse shoes?" I suggested and I saw the crinkle of displeasure in her face. "Well talk about it later, work on your real routine" she said with a clap of her hands. She walked over and sat in a chair, folding her arms in her lap. Disappointment flooded my face and anger flooded my body. I didn't understand that for once, once I could make a decision about my career without the weight of my parents disapproval on my shoulders. "Raine. Get practicing" my mother said, and I closed my eyes for a moment before turning on the boring song she selected. It was a slow ballet, and as I glided through the steps. Lightly stepping on my feet, and smiling at the right times. Twirling in a circle, and landing on the flats of my feet.
"Oh. My. God, I loved it. Why would you ever want to change that soft, and sweet dance into something so not...lady like" she said shuddering, and I bowed my head. "I'm sorry mother, I wouldn't think of changing your routines again" I said, and she sighed. "No need to be sorry dear, you're a teenager and weren't thinking right. Also it's not my routine it's OUR routine" she said, and smiled a huge smile. What she really meant was 'You better be sorry, Don't you ever pull that on me again. Your right this is my routine' I couldn't help but hate what she was doing.
"Now again" she said, and I did it again and again. Every time she would say it was perfect but then criticize what I was doing. "Could be better, but it will have to do. Your going to have to practice your speech at home. We must be going if were going to make the late lunch I had prepared" she said, and started walking away.
"I liked your first dance better" Zoë said, as her and Kelsey fell in step with me.
"I liked it too" I grinned, and she grinned back. As her and Kelsey began talking, and I fell back and in step with the un-bearable Zane. "Man. Your mom is a..." he trailed off leaving me to fill in the blanks. I smirked. "You think?" I asked, chuckling under my breath. "How can you stand it?" he asked, clear and honest curiosity in his voice.
"Years and Years of practice of biting your tongue" I explained with a shrug, and he nodded.
"How long have you been secretly racing?" he asked, and I smirked. Ha. I should have known, he wasn't honestly concerned, he just wanted to get more junk on me so he can have hard evidence against me. "I'm not stupid you know, Zane" I said, and he looked genuinely shocked. Man, he should give up drag racing and take up acting. "What?" he asked, and I gave him a look as we neared the front doors.
"I know what your trying to do, and it wont work. Not now. Not ever" I said and with that I walked ahead of them all and instep with my mother. To my greatest discomfort, but I would rather be near her then by him. I climbed into the passenger seat, and pulled out my phone. Sending a text to Ollie. [Raine- Want to go practice tonight?] I waited a few minutes for him to respond. [Ollie- What about that Zane dude? Didn't he threaten you and all?]
Ollie. Always the most concerned one out of our small group of three. [Raine- Zane? HA! He said to throw the race, not to quit racing at all] As the text sent, we pulled up in front of my house. I jumped out of the car, and walked quickly inside and up to my room. As soon as I was in my room, I locked it and jumped into the shower. Washing the sweat from working out, off of me. I slipped on some denim cut off shorts and a purple and black tank top, with a black shawl over it. I let my hair curl naturally, which made it curl into light curls. There was a knock on my door, and I unlocked it and my brother Rider came marching in.
I was in the middle of doing my make up when he walked in. He sat on my bed, looking glum and pursed off about something. "What's wrong?" I asked, as I put on my soft light pink blush. "Mom" he said, and I immediately understood.
"Just play a long, you know how she is about the perfect little family" I said applying my lip gloss. "You don't understand! You and Wesley are the star children, Quinn is up there too, since he's starting his own family. Jane, is her baby doll and then there's me" he said, and sounded so sad. So upset, that I stopped doing my makeup and sat down next to him. He looked upset also, his crystal blue eyes shining with tears I knew he wouldn't shed. His manliness too important, to shed a tear in front of his sister.
"Rider. Your important too. All of us are, since she wants the perfect family" I said, and he scoffed. Rubbing his eyes roughly, "No. She doesn't care. I wasn't even informed about this stupid luncheon until mom sent Wesley to go get ready" he screeched, and I immediately made calm shushing noise. "She must have forgot Rider. I promise you, mom loves us all equally" I said, trying to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, his eyes looking distant and completely hurt and angry. That not even I could make him feel better at this moment. "Whatever" he murmured and walked out of my room. I immediately narrowed my eyes in anger, how could my mother forget about Rider.
I stomped downstairs, and into the kitchen. Where my mother was standing and looking at the menu. "Mom. How many kids do you have?" I asked, and she looked startled. "Honey, you know how many kids I have. Now go please" she said and shooed me out of the room. I clenched my fist, and in that moment I knew what would make my little brother happy. What would make him feel like he had a place in the mismatched world. First I texted Ollie and Mickey making sure they were okay with it, they were ecstatic about it. I then grinned, and walked up to his room. I knocked on the door, and got a muffled come in.
"What?" he asked, that still hurt and angry look in his eyes. I grinned and plopped down on his bed, earning a what the fudge chocolate chip cookie look. "Tonight my dear brother, you will learn my secret. No one knows it" I grinned, and the hope and excitement in his eyes told me that I was doing the right thing. Giving my brother the same gift, I was given when I was his age.
The gift of Drag Racing.
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