A/N: Ok. Well, I'm sorry to all my readers for the EXTREMELY LONG wait but a few unseen bumps in the road came and yeah. No one can predict writer's blocks. It seems to have something to do with the positions of the moon. And right when I got a really good idea and was about to capitalize on it, I got grounded. I'm really sorry and I will try to pick up the pace on the updates. Anyways, this chapter is only semi-odd… So it might not be that bad. Who knows? Maybe someone'll think it to be worthwhile or something… Instead of the filler that it is.
6: Barry White and Taken Opportunities
Huh? Anyone want to tell me what that was all about? Is there something that someone wants to fill me in about? I could sense a cat fight coming really soon… Between Sheryl and Rinoa…. This could be interesting….
Ok, so let's review. I went from being in shit to being in deeper shit to being in ankle-deep shit (and I must add that I'll need to change my mental socks too…) to being in knee-high shit (The mental pants too now…) and now, no shit whatsoever. Wow! Hyne, did I ever tell you that you ARE my favorite god? No? Too bad. Well, you are.
Anyways, the scene that unfolded before my eyes was one of the most hilarious sights ever. Well, at least to me it was.
There were two girls in front of me; one pretty… No, strike that. Gorgeous- especially when she's pissed-, and the other… Well, she was… Um… How do you say this gently? Um… Nothing special. I expect that you know which one is which… Right? Yeah you do. You better.
As I was saying about these two girls, they had it out for each other.
"What are you doing here?" The red head in pumps demanded.
"Oh. No one told you? Aww. My bad. This is the breakfast meet for the drivers in the race that runs all weekend." The brown-haired fury shot back.
"Yeah. Didn't you listen to yourself? Dri-Ver! And you are neither. You're just the org… Well, screw that!" Sheryl shriek and went for a full frontal assault on Rinoa, attempting to slap her.
Rinoa foresaw the attack and dodged it easily, moving slightly to the left while she coolly taunted, "Oh yeah. Remember your ex, Mike, was it? Well, he said that… Um… I'm not sure if you'd want everyone to hear this, but, um, Oh well. I'll say it anyways. You wet the bed a couple of times and moaned out the name 'Gina' in your sleep. What is that supposed to mean? Did you accidentally fall of the swing that way?"
"You bitch. I can't believe you just said that! You stole all my boyfriends over something that happened when we were kids!" Sheryl yelled out once more but broke her heel on a crack in the pavement and fell flat on her face. "Ow… That hurt!"
"You should've given me the red marker." Rinoa said as she walked away from the fallen tower on heels.
"Argh! This isn't over! Mark my words!" Sheryl yelled after her as she got up and fled the scene.
Too bad. It was amusing while it lasted, but all great things must soon come to and end. And an even greater one was about to begin; Rinoa was walking my way.
"Don't smile like that; your fly's open." Huh? What? How did that happen? Jeez!
"Hey you!" I heard some deep 'Barry White-esque' voice behind me yell out as I zipped my fly.
"Yeah?" I turned around to be faced with one of the tallest guys I've ever seen in my life. I figured it'd be a good idea to try not to piss him off.
"Your car is blocking mine; move it." Wow! I never knew that 'Barry White' can be really mean.
I turned to see his car and I must say, 'Holy Crap!' It was a 1998 Prelude with al the works, leather interior and a little hula girl on the dashboard (classic).
"Nice wheels." I said as I climbed in the car.
"Just move your car… Hmm… Not bad. I like it." He said as he observed my car from a theft's perspective. Well excuse me. Keep your paws off my steering wheel, butt out of my seat and don't scratch the paint job. 2001 Eclipse, a red dragon on a black background and a leather interior. Not your traditional car, but I've had it all my life. And the paint job did cost a very pretty penny.
"Take a good look now because it'll be too blurry to see later." I said as I put the key into the ignition and gunned the motor. Putting it into reverse, I backed up and let 'Barry White' out and drove my car to the track.
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Rinoa's POV
Well, that girl will get it served to her on a silver platter one day and, who knows? That day might even be tomorrow! I'm not hinting at anything but I wouldn't be surprised if her luck runs out again. Today was nothing compared to what might happen tomorrow. A couple scratches is nothing compared to something like… Oh… I don't know… A broken nose maybe or even a leg.
Well, ok… Maybe I should quit thinking like I'm going to plot something very soon. It's just a thought that may help prove my innocence… To what, I'm not sure.
I stood at the window in my office, overlooking my 'empire' as I like to call it. The racetrack that took quite some time to build and the design was flawless… If your intention was for no one to ever be able to finish the race. The sharp turns and off-road courses were enough to crash someone's car. Whatever. If you couldn't make at least one turn, you didn't deserve to be able to be within a fifty-meter radius of a car, let alone drive it.
Course, I could make those turns. Why I'm not racing is my father's fault. He saw fit that I was never allowed to enter a race because the old man thought that he'd lose me as well as my mother to a path of asphalt.
Sure, my mother was good at what she did. Everyone says that she was just a horrible driver and chose the wrong path in life. She was a brilliant in the fields of medicine and probably could have developed a more efficient cure for cancer without having to lose your hair. Not only was the left side of her brain fully functional but she also had an amazing voice that would put any Grammy winner to shame… But of course, she couldn't do something she was already good at. She had to do something that would challenge her hand-foot-and-eye coordination.
I know the story printed in the papers about her fatal crash was a lie. There was just something not right about it. I saw all the trophies that she had won and there was no way she'd lose because some driver bumped her into a wall. I know cars and they don't just blow up because it was slammed into a wall… Or at least not my mother's.
I saw the tape of her last run ever. The problem didn't only begin at the very beginning of the race; it started at the beginning of the race, when she first gunned the engine. Steam does not begin to erupt from below the hood after you push the gas pedal with the brakes on. It doesn't come from the hood; it comes from the tires.
One day, I will find out what happened to her, even if legal racing laws forbid my knowing. Why shouldn't I be allowed to know? She was, after all, my mother. I don't understand. I have made finding the truth part of my life's mission and nothing will stop me… Even if I land behind bars for it.
Suddenly, the track looks so inviting. The asphalt calls for me as much as the dirt-paths do. The track is empty and it might not be like this for quite some time now.
I quickly leave my office, only stopping for a few urgent calls. When I'm in one of my moods, 'Important' doesn't cut it. A call form a driver that wants to register late but no can do; he has to wait for next year. Some sponsor requesting that the banner be put in front of one of the sections of the bleachers and another guy called about how my father wants to see me. Good Hyne! Why now?
I take the elevator to the top floor and exit when it dings, signaling that I've arrived at my destination. Well, I don't really want to see him, but it might cost me my job… Or even worse: a lecture about my conduct.
He's pacing… That can't be a good thing.
"Take a seat, sweetie." Uh oh. He's sucking up. What does he want now?
"I think you need one more than I do." I reply, still sitting anyways.
He walks over to his desk ad sits imposingly on the leather chair, folding his hands.
"Rinny, I want to talk to you about your behavior today in the parking lot." Huh? He doesn't want something? Wait a minute! 'My behavior in the parking lot'? And there aren't any veins popping out of his forehead?
"Sheryl Mears, daughter of Fredrick Mears, CEO of Unimartix, has been in dire need of psychiatric help for years now and today was the day you cured her of it. You see, in psychiatric help, her psychiatrist was constantly telling her that she thought too highly of herself and that she underestimated the rest of the world. Today, a realization dawned on her that she was just like everyone else and that she was too self-absorbed for her own good."
What is he trying to get at here? Here he is blabbering on about a girl I couldn't give a care in the world for and I want so desperately to get behind the wheel of a car and feel the power and speed coursing through that magnificent machine.
"The point that I'm trying to get across is," Wow! Can he read my thoughts cause suddenly, all his babbling about Sheryl seemed to have stopped, "Thank you for being such a realistic girl." I sat there dumbfounded, trying to figure out what just happened there. Is that all he wanted to say to me? Couldn't it have waited until supper?
"However, your late night drive on the track might prove other wise. Last night I talked to Kenny, one of the guards on duty last night at the track and he told me that you should be competing in this race. Why is that? Is there some potential that I missed in you?"
Um… YEAH! Well, I guess I'll just have to talk to Kenny later. Whether it's bad of good will be determined later.
"I'm my mother's child; I can't get enough of the feeling I get when I'm behind the wheel. As for the potential part, I think you should be the judge. I was just about to go out for a drive before." I said calmly.
"Alright then. But if you do prove to be somewhat talented, you'll have to wait for next year." Wow! Run that by my again? If I can pull this off, he'll let me race? I wonder…
"What made you come to this decision?" I asked quite curiously.
"Now wouldn't you like to know?" He said, "Now, I think you should capitalize on this opportunity before I change my mind."
"Alright. See you later, Dad." I said as I walked out the office and nearly ran to the elevator. I called him 'Dad' again. I think I should stop before I get used to it.
A/N: I never thought that I would see the day where I would finish this chapter. And I'm a very proud person right now because I got it finished with a bad writer's block and getting grounded. I have to say a VERY, VERY, VERY BIG thank you to Sammy-Chan who pushed me to the point where I would actually finish this chapter. I also thank her for being somewhat semi-patient with me… Wow. There sure are a lot of semi-s here. Anyways, I hoped you liked the chapter. Review because there's just no point in getting this far without writing some sort of feedback. Thanks for reading! *blows an air kiss*