Author's Note: Yay! The chapter is finally up. Hope it was worth the wait. Let me know what you think. Thanks for the advice from The Alternative Source. And let me just say that Beowulf has got to be at the top of my list of worst stories I've ever had to read for class. Probably followed by Romeo and Juliet, but at least that one did not take an entire Saturday to read plus the hour to figure out what it said. WooHoo! Started my very own first real job ever. Wow officially an adult now. If only this didn't take up all of the free days I had to do homework and such. Three day weekend so hopefully I can squeeze out possibly another chap but we will see.
Chapter IX
Boys+Girls=Magic or does it?
(Jacob)
The boys had come back after a while. What Jacob found strange was they didn't even bring up the new girl into the conversation, but every once in a while one of the guys would give him an odd look. Usually they would have gone on and on about the new found distraction.
"Have they told you guys who you're racing?" Jacob asked them. Wondering if this would spark the conversation that was bound to happen about the mysterious new girl.
"Yeah," Quil responded. They were all up against random people. None of them had gotten each other.
"Have they told you?" Paul asked.
"No, not yet. Oh, here he comes." Right after Jacob said that they were joined by the man who was in charge of letting everyone know which race they were in.
"Hey guys, ready to race?" The man asked the group of boys.
They all nodded in agreement.
(Hermione)
Leah spoke to Hermione, "you should probably get into your spot your turn is coming up. Even though Jacob will get there like a second before the flag goes down."
"Okay" Hermione responded with a nervous exhale. She could already feel the adrenaline pumping through her system. Her heart felt like it was about to explode from the pressure. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind. She loved the high she always felt before a race, but she was more nervous to see how she would fare against this guy named Jacob.
Leah had a strange look when the man had announced to the girls she would be racing against some guy named Jacob. She just had a feeling that there was something more to what was about to happen than a simple race.
"So Leah, who is Jacob?"
"Oh. He's just one of the guys from the Res."
"How good is he?"
"Well he's actually pretty much undefeated. I don't think anyone has beaten him when he was really focused on the race."
"So he has lost before?"
"A while ago he was over the moon for this girl, and she broke his heart. He hasn't quite gotten up to his a game yet. Even with that he's really hard to beat. When it had just happened he lost a couple races, and he decided it was best to take a rest for a bit. This is his return race."
"That's interesting two people who haven't raced in a bit going head to head. Hopefully nothing goes wrong."
"Okay, Hermione you really had better start getting ready. You're up next." Leah said realizing that Hermione's race was about to start.
Hermione fixed the gloves onto her hands so they fit comfortably on her hands. She gathered her hair together and placed her helmet onto her head. Hermione made her way to the stark white line where another rider was already waiting. His face was obscured by the protective covering that was his helmet. However, she could feel the stare coming from the other side of the tinted covering veiling his eyes. They reached across the distance separating them from each other and shook gloved hands. With nods of agreement they returned their focus to the length of the track.
There were many bikes and people milling around on either side of the track. The official asked them if they were ready and he got two matching nods from the riders. Everyone in the crowd turned their focus over to the duo.
Hermione felt the thrum of the machine underneath her humming with energy waiting to be released.
(Jacob)
Jacob looked over at the new rider as their hands grasped each other. She was petite looking. He couldn't make out much else except for the curves underneath her protective outerwear. He was excited to see another new rider. Especially since he had not been out to the races since Bella had chosen the vampire over him.
The whole night had been great so far like old times except for the missing light skinned thin girl who usually stayed at his side during these nights. This left an overlying feeling of loss and regret for him and every once in a while he would be reminded of her and there was a ghost of a frown in his smile.
The man responsible for signaling the races went into his position a bit before the riders centered so that they would pass him on either side. He had a spark of excitement as he looked at the pair. This was bound to be something special, and no one would ever expect what was bound to happen tonight.
(Hermione)
Hermione focused on the track. Suddenly everything slowed down and everything seemed clearer. The outside noises died down and the only sounds were coming from the pair of motorcycles about to go head to head. The man lowered his arms as the signal to release the two roaring beasts on their way like a bullet out of a gun. The second his arms dropped the two sprang from their spots like eager lions taking down their prey.
As they went down the track they took turns taking the lead as the two battled for the better position. Back and forth they kept surpassing each other. No one expected that this would be the outcome. As the finish line was crossed everyone's, eyes had gone wide. Mouths were open in shock. Not one person was able to take in another break. It was such a shock to the system. Even the two riders who had stopped were left sitting atop their faithful steeds trying to figure out what had happened. They realized that they were still sitting on their bikes. At the same time they looked over at each other and turned off the engines leaving the night in a silent cloak.
They swung themselves off the machinery in a fluid motion and stepped across the distance between them. When the distance had been reduce to a couple feet Jacob reached up and pulled off his helmet to which Hermione responded by doing the same.
Author's Note:!TENSION! Can you feel it? Tried to make it very tense and thick. Who do you think won? Let me know all of your thoughts. Do I describe clothes and makeup too much? Should I stop? I like makeup and clothes:(
