A/N: Hello again! So, no one really paid attention to that last update and that's okay. I'm still going to play around a bit with this story. I like doing that, even if it's for a few people or just for my own entertainment. Someone is bound to get entertained by this. So, if you're around, please enjoy this little time jump and update! Thanks!

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Three Months Later…

Mira stepped into her room at the boarding school and pressed a hand to her chest when she saw that her best friend was lounging about on her bed, feeling her heart race. "Mara!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing in here?"

Mara lifted her blue gaze from a piece of paper in her hands and smiled from Mira's bed. "You got a letter today, Mira," she announced, waving the piece of paper. "From Razer."

Just like that, Mira's heart started racing again. She crossed her room in three steps and snatched the paper from Mara's hand. She loved her best friend to death as she was the only one in the entire boarding school that Rayn couldn't buy with her money. But there were moments like this where even Mara could be too much.

"Give me that!" Mira snapped, twisting away from Mara and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Don't you know that you're not supposed to read other people's mail? It's rude, Mara!"

Mara swung her long legs over the side of the bed and pushed her long black hair back over her shoulder. "I wouldn't have read it if I wasn't concerned that Rayn was going to get her hands on it first. You know that she has always wanted to get her hands on your things before you do. Lucky for me, I work in the mailroom, so I know what comes in and what goes out." She gestured at the letter in Mira's hand. "He really seems to be interested in you, little Mira. I know that combat racing champions don't just send letters to just any school girls. And certainly not the nieces of their enemies. You must have done something to earn his attention while you were on vacation in Kras City."

"I must have," Mira agreed, remembering the joyride that Razer had taken her on and the brief kiss that they had shared before she had returned to this hellhole, she called a school.

Mira's green eyes scanned the letter in front of her, marked by Razer's handwriting.

Mira, it has been a while since we last saw each other and I have not quite forgotten you. I believe that my luck has changed for the better since our little adventure together that night before you left for that school of yours. My racing has never been better. And my hair is still perfect! Ha! I don't believe you had anything to do with that, but you may have noticed that on the television? Yes? Tell me, do you still scream for me every time you see me on the screen? Does your heart race with every big kill that I make? I can just see that smile on your face as I take each turn. It makes me laugh.

How are you handling that little sport of yours? That little illegal drag race that your uncle doesn't know about? I know it's incredibly dangerous. I know you'd like for me to come and see you one day but, how could I? If your uncle doesn't know about them, how would I know where to find them? Of course, I am much smarter than your uncle if I could manage to secret you away for that joyride, yes? Hm…I do hope that you are being wise around your cousin. Should something happen to you, that would be a tragedy. Wouldn't it? Who would I torment her with then? I do particularly enjoy your company at the Bloody Hook as you are the only girl that can drink bourbon without bursting into a coughing fit. Don't disappoint me, Mira. I would hate to disappoint you. -Razer

"Wow," Mira whispered, setting the letter down on her lap. "He's still so full of himself, after all of this time. Just…wow."

Mara patted her on the shoulder. "What did you expect from a champion racer like him?" she asked. "Them to be all soft and squishy and warm?" She snorted. "Face it, Mira. He's going to be cocky and full of bullshit. It's in his nature."

"I guess so." She sighed and shook her head. "Why else are you in my room, Mara? You could have just as easily passed this into my hand and moved on without lounging about in here? Something is going on. Tell me."

Mara smiled wickedly. "There's a drag race going on tonight, honey. The first one of the season and you've been invited."

Mira blinked in surprise. "Tonight? Are you sure?"

"Yep. Braxxin told me himself. And you know that he never lies to me. Especially after what I did for him." Mara examined her nails proudly. "He'll never forget me after that night."

Mira shook her head sadly. "You know that I'll have a hard time getting out of the school now that Uncle has put me under watch. I mean, I know that I can sneak out, but it'll be difficult with all of the teachers watching me like hawks."

"Leave them to me. We look almost exactly alike, Mira." She gestured at herself. "Besides, zoomer drag races are your passion. Almost as much as Razer is. You have to go tonight and every other night that there is one. I'm going to make you."

Mira smiled slightly. "Have I told you what a great friend you are lately?"

"You haven't and you don't have to." Mara pushed herself off of the bed and fixed her black skirt. "Now, do you think your champion is going to pop up and see you at the race tonight?"
Mira gestured down at the letter in her lap. "He said that he wouldn't show up. And why should he? He's famous, Mara. These are small, illegal races. They're not worth the time of a big-league combat racer. And I'm the niece of his enemy."

"And yet, you've been on a joyride with him, got kissed by him in front of a bunch of people, and have a letter by him sitting on your lap right there. I'd say that's the start of something. He might show up to one of your races and maybe he'll be your good luck charm like you're turning out to be his?"

Mira shook her head and looked down at the letter in her lap. "I don't know, Mara. I just don't think I have it in me to have a lasting relationship with someone as big as Razer. Someone like me couldn't keep his attention for long."

"Not with that attitude, you won't." Mara reached down and pulled Mira to her feet, knocking the letter to the floor. "Now, come on. We're going to change you into some proper clothes for your race. The boys won't know what to think of you this year."

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Razer slowly approached a cluster of young males where he knew that the illegal drag races were going to take place, looking rather unlike himself. It was necessary that he try to blend in with this crowd as he did not want to be recognized as the champion that he was. Not when he wanted to merely observe that little Mira Krew that had interested him so much that one night.

He had forgone his famous red coat and chosen to simply wear black pants and a white muscle shirt, leaving his toned arms bare, revealing his blue, tribal tattoos. His proud features were hidden behind a black bandana that he had pulled over his lower half of his face and his eyes were covered by dark racing goggles that only he could see through. Mira would not recognize him; he was sure of that. She'd admire his body because who wouldn't? But his identity was safe tonight.

Razer pushed his way through the crowd and made his way to the front. And there she is, he thought to himself, spotting the girl that had captivated his thoughts for a while now. Hm. She's filling out quite nicely, isn't she?

Mira was standing next to a silver zoomer, dressed in a pair of very short black shorts and a red midriff shirt that revealed her toned stomach and just a hint of her blooming cleavage. Black boots defined her leg muscles nicely and Razer felt himself tighten at the sight of her, even before he could stop himself.

Calm yourself, he mentally ordered himself, shaking his head. She is too young for you to touch right now and would probably melt if you did. Be patient.

Razer watched as Mira bent her body over her zoomer and examined something, her hair swinging in front of her face for just a moment. A handsome male approached her and placed his hand on her back, spooking her so that she popped upright and almost crashed into the male's arms.

And what does that fool thinks he's doing? Razer thought, narrowing his eyes behind his goggles.

The handsome male placed his hands upon Mira's arms and ran his fingers along her skin, talking to her like he was familiar with the girl. Mira tilted her head to the side and stared up at his face, listening for a moment before responding. Razer could not hear what was being said, but he couldn't press in closer to do so. Though he would have loved nothing more than to cross over to that infernal male and rip him away from the dark-haired Krew, even if it meant that he would reveal his presence to the entire illegal racing community gathered there that night.

Get away from her! Razer thought to the male as he continued to talk to Mira like he was quite close to her. Get away from her right now dammit! Or so help me I will find you later and place a shell right between your eyes, little boy!

The male's face began to lower towards Mira's and her green eyes flashed darkly. She pushed him away from her roughly and shook her head, pointing her finger up at his throat. Razer smirked triumphantly behind his bandana when he saw her mouth some angry words at the handsome male, obviously threatening him with something nasty. The male held his hands up in surrender and slowly backed off. Mira took a step in his direction, still glaring after him until he completely disappeared and then shook her head again. She waved her hand dismissively and turned back towards her zoomer.

Good girl, Razer thought, watching her. You've finally learned how to use your claws, Mira. I'm proud of you.

His eyes turned in a slightly different direction as an older male approached Mira and another zoomer appeared, carrying another male on it. She glanced up and quickly mounted her zoomer, activating it with a loud purr. It appeared that the first of the races was about to begin.

The older male quickly relayed the few rules for the illegal drag race and floating cameras immediately zoomed ahead of the two racers as Mira and her competitor squared up next to the old man. He lifted two white flags in his hands slowly and glanced at each of them before dropping the flags. Both zoomers tore off into the darkened streets, following a path dictated by the racing team.

Razer's eyes turned towards the small screens that displayed the racers as they rode through the darkened streets and fixated on Mira naturally. He watched her zoomer twist and turn through dark with almost expert precision and knew that she hadn't been lying about her talents growing. Her opponent came upon her fast and he saw her glance over her shoulder at him, her hair whipping out behind her like a black curtain.

"Throe is going to do something big, man," one of the other males commented, watching the screen. "You know he doesn't like to lose to a chick."

"Yeah, especially when it's Krew," another one responded, shaking his head. "And look, there he goes."

Razer's heart thudded painfully in his chest when Throe knocked his zoomer against Mira's, sending her against a wall, pinning her against it so that her zoomer scraped against the wall as they raced. Mira's face screwed up in slight pain and he knew that her knee was dragging against the wall, but she twisted her zoomer back against Throe's, knocking him back away from her, giving her some small relief. But that idiotic male came back for her, not giving up on his aggressive tactics.

Do something, Mira!

Mira decelerated quickly, causing Throe to crash his zoomer into the wall before punching on the throttle. Her zoomer launched forward and sped off far ahead of Throe's, taking her far away from him. Razer felt his body relax a little as he watched her zoomer twist and turn through the remainder of the streets, taking jumps over long ditches and bounce slightly on the landings.

You're playing a dangerous game here, Mira, Razer thought, ready to chide the girl as he heard her zoomer coming upon the crowd once more. Are you sure you're ready to handle the consequences?

OOOOOOOOO

Mira coasted across the finish line and let out a small sigh of relief as the boys cheered for her. She shook her head and swore under her breath as her knee smarted where Throe had crashed her into that wall on the course. Her green eyes turned down and she saw the red oozing out of her flesh and knew that she'd need to get some Green Eco on it before she could head back to the school for the night. To explain how that had happened would not be good for her future here at the illegal races.

"You're a complete asshole, Throe," she told him as he coasted up next to her, finishing a minute behind her. "You know that, don't you?"

Throe pushed up his racing goggles with one hand and glared at her with his gray eyes. "You don't have to be such a bitch about it, Mira. We were racing and you know that I ain't going to play fair. I promised you that I wasn't the first time that we squared up."

"Yeah, well, next time, don't make me bleed so much, okay?" Mira gestured down at her leg with a hand. "I can't really explain that away to the school, now can I?"
Throe hardly glanced down at her leg. "I'm not going to promise anything to you. When we match up next time, Mira. I'm going to kick your ass."

"So, you keep telling me, Throe. And you keep disappointing me each time." She made a kissy face at him. "See you around, honey."

Throe smirked at her as he pulled down his goggles once more. "See ya, Mira."

Mira watched him wheel his zoomer around and tear off into the night, speeding away like a bat out of hell. She shook her head and moved her zoomer out of the way of the next pair of racers before dismounting. Someone gave her some Green Eco to put on her leg and she quietly thanked them as she applied it, cleaning away the blood once her leg was healed. Her eyes turned towards the crowd of men from the school down the street as she straightened and she noticed that one in particular was staring at her.

Why do you seem so familiar? Mira wondered, staring back at him. I've never seen you around here before. And you seem…older than the rest of the boys? Maybe you're from out of town. She shook her head and looked away. He's probably a graduate or someone from the older generation of zoomer races. But why the hell would he be staring at me? Yes, I'm one of the only chicks that races in these things, but I'm not the prettiest. Hell, Sasha has the looks that could make a man melt upon sight and she's right over there. Why would anyone like that want to stare at me?

Mira turned her back on the mysterious, but handsome stranger and pulled her hair up into a long ponytail. "I'm being ridiculous," she muttered to herself. "I keep thinking that people are staring at me and interested in me. And all I keep thinking about is if Razer could be interested in seeing me again. Why would he? Mara is wrong. What we had that one night and that brief kiss, was it. I don't care about that letter. That was him just teasing me. Nothing more."

She sighed and lowered her hands. "But what if it wasn't? What if he really does want to see me again? And have something? I know that I want something more out of this, but that's because I'm just a fangirl. A stupid, childish fangirl."

Mira shook her head again and crossed over to the crowd, waiting for her next chance to take the course.

OOOOOOOOO

Mira was just inches from him and Razer wanted to touch her. He had witnessed her race three more times that night, each time to her victory and each time she had laced her pockets with plenty of Precursor Orbs. Now, she stood in front of him among the males, watching the screen as yet another race took place. And Razer could easily stretch his hand out and place it upon her back, smoothing his fingers down the curve of her spine. The thought of feeling that warm, pale flesh caused him to tighten uncomfortably again and he knew that he would have to handle that situation himself later, though he would rather have someone else handle it for him.

Her, he thought, eyeing Mira from behind. I would rather have her handle it.

Razer cursed under his breath and turned his gaze away from her as she made a small comment to one of her friends. How could such a young girl affect him in such a way? The champion prided himself on being unaffected by most things, but somehow this girl managed to get under his skin and into his every thought and turn him into a reactive young male again. He should despise her for it, but he didn't. He wanted her more for it.

But I have to be patient, Razer told himself, looking once more at the dark-haired girl, who was slowly turning into the beauty that he knew she was going to be. One day, she will be ready for me to take and then I will be there for her. Because no other man will have her. I will see to that.

"Goodnight, Mira," Razer whispered, turning his back on the girl and slipping through the crowd. "I will see you again very soon."

OOOOOOOOO

Mira lifted her head as she heard her name whispered and turned to see who had said it. She didn't recognize anyone, but her eyes immediately fixated on that strange man who had come to the races and had been staring at her the entire night. He was turning and slipping away.

Who are you? Mira wanted to scream at him, taking a step in his direction. And why do I feel like I know you so well?

Part of her wanted to go after that man and rip off his bandana, to reveal his face to her. But the rest of her was afraid to know what lurked behind that disguise. Something dangerous could be hidden behind there. Something that didn't bode well for her.

Or it could be a friendly, something whispered inside Mira's head as the stranger disappeared from sight, swallowed by the crowd of men from the school down the road from hers. Someone on your side and not Rayn's or Uncle's.

Mira shook her head and looked back at the screens as the final race came to an end. "I wish you were here, Razer."

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A/N: Not much really happened in here, I admit, but I wanted to bring in Mara and have Mira have a little race, so I did this. Razer had to see her again and I gave him some interesting thoughts about Mira, now didn't I? Please let me know what you think about this. Thanks! And much love for all things Razer! -Scarlet