Housekeeping!
Right, so I'm not 100 on this chapter, and I've been meaning to toy with it, butI haven't had a chance. So you guys are gonna have to bear with me until I fina my mind that I seem to have lost... I swear I"m going crazy. Okay, so anyway, I don't know if this made sense or not, but please give me purdy reviews anyway.
Luvs, da manolin!
It was time for the third and final heat before the finals round. Syaoran versus Dave. Far down below, at the bottom of the hill, there were parties starting. It looked like there had been a bonfire lit, and even from the starting line, the occasional scream or shout could be heard. Syaoran and Dave were sitting at the start line, their engines on but not yet revving.
"Alright you two," Devon said as we walked up between the two cars. Dave was on the right and Syaoran was on the left. "I expect a fair race." He focused his gaze on Dave. "None of that shit you pulled last time. We don't want anyone killed tonight because we'd have cops on all our asses, 'ight? You fuck with one of us; you have the rest of us to deal with too."
Dave just looked at Devon and snorted. "OooOooo, I'm scared now…" He mocked, rubbing his hands up and down his arms as if he were cold.
Syaoran leaned around Devon so he could see Dave. "If I remember correctly, you totaled your car last night? Maybe you should get your ego back down to your driving abilities?"
Dave growled. "Why don't you go back to your daddy, and take your little Kinomoto bitch with you? You fools don't belong here, and I'll prove it to you tonight."
It was ominous, but Syaoran didn't care. He hated that Syaoran knew who his father was. But he was suddenly more worried about Sakura. Dave knew, and that meant that Sakura was, more likely than not, completely screwed.
Devon backed out and the race began.
Syaoran cleared his mind and prepared to race. He checked that his MP3 player was on a good song and he was ready. It was DMX, and damn he loved this song. "X Gonna Give It To Ya". It is what he liked to call his… happy song… "Arf Arf" he muttered along, buckling his seatbelt. Next to him Dave gave him a smirk. Syaoran retaliated with an equally devilish grin and the race was started with the hum of expensive engines and flying gravel.
Dave began in the lead. Syaoran wasn't worried; he'd done this track tons of times before. He just hummed along with his cursing music, and as they reached the 3rd switchback, he edged around Dave on the inside. It was risky, should Dave decide to try and run him off the road, but to Syaoran's surprise, Dave pulled further to the right, giving him room to eek by. As Syaoran roared past Dave, their gazes met and in the moment, a thousand words were passed from Dave to Syaoran. Rage as thick as blood emanated from Dave's eyes, and Syaoran's own amber pools collected it. Basically the look said… Well… "You and all your rich little friends are fucked."
Once the moment had passed, and Syaoran had taken the lead, Dave didn't even try and pass him. Dave was planning something. The pass had been way too easy, and he wasn't even competing with Syaoran now. To say nothing of that look... If Syaoran had been easily frightened, he would have shuddered, but instead he just gripped the wheel tighter. He would warn Sakura when he got to the bottom.
Syaoran passed the spray-painted neon yellow line in a blur. He came to a quick racing stop just as his song was coming to an end. More cheering. More "word up dawgs." He felt like knocking them all out of the way until he found Sakura. Dave and his little bitch were going to pull something tonight. He shoved his way through the crowd to where the cars were parked. People were still crowding around Sakura.
A guy with purple hair that was totally wasted was clinging to a disgusted looking Sakura. "Syaoran, dude, homes… Heehee… This, this little racer… This little hellion right here… Is a chick! Isn't she hot?! I mean look at her ra-" The drunk's slurred ramblings were cut off as Syaoran abruptly pulled him off Sakura as she simultaneously shoved him away.
Sakura glared at the place where the drunk lay on the ground, giggling. "Careful sweetheart, you might get your purple hair messed up, and I know how sensitive you queer guys are about your hair…" Sakura said to him. He only laughed harder. Shrugging she turned to Syaoran.
"Everyone knows I'm a chick. Not so hot, but I'll deal with it. We have a bigger issue. Dave and his little ho Carl know who I am."
"I know." Syaoran relied. "They're planning something. I think you should drop out of the championship round. Micah's wreck looks a bit …odd. Dave knows about your dad. He hates rich kids." He had an angry glare in his eyes that made Sakura wonder what personal battle there was between he two. "He'll try and fuck you up."
Sakura was touched by the fact that he cared, but she wasn't about to show it. "Awwwww, Syaoran, you're so sweet," she said, adopting a little baby voice. "You care about wittle 'ol me?" Syaoran gave her a look that said he clearly wanted to punch her. "What's the matter, don't want to punch a girl? Don't worry; I'm used to being smacked around." Sakura said with a bitter voice. She hadn't even met to add that. "I like to kick box." She added in a hurry.
Syaoran gave her a strange look and shrugged. "Piss me off enough, and I have no problem with whooping you whoreish ass from here to Easter Island."
"Easter Island? Do you even know where the hell that is?" Sakura asked.
"Hyeah, it's only the number one mysterious culture on Earth. I mean, cannibalism in the 17th century, hello!"
"Mmmmmkay, not only did you just sound like a valley girl, but you just quoted some little known island's history. Shut up before anyone else hears you a figures out you like the penis, mmmkay?"
Syaoran reached out to deck Sakura but she skipped nimbly aside. "I'm ready to race you and whatever other bullshit Dave is going to try." Sakura said. She swung into her car, shoved it into gear and took off back to the starting line. Carl was the next to go, although he ground his gears when he tried to do a suave spinout. Syaoran brought up the rear. He didn't like this, not one bit. Why had Carl won, and why had Dave let Syaoran win?
"Gentlemen… and lady… Start your engines!" Devon yelled. Apparently the news of Sakura's anatomy had reached him. "This is the final round. Since there are three of you going at once, ya'll will race down to the bottom, 'round the bon fire, and back up here. You bitches had best hurry, because the cops will be here as soon as someone reports that smoke. Ready? Stacey, take it away!"
Stacey, the flag girl, did indeed take it away, she dropped her entire dress. The crowd that had gathered on the top cheered and the race was off. Syaoran had the middle position, and he took the lead. Carl nearly rammed Syaoran as he slipped in behind him, leaving Sakura in the dust end of the little parade. Sakura passed Carl with ease on the 3rd switchback. That fool definitely was not the racing type. Unfortunately she didn't catch the smirk and giggle that Carl was giving as she passed him. He hit the breaks and did what looked like a skid. Sakura snorted. What an idiot, two seconds into the race and he'd already wrecked.
Carl slowed way down and pulled into a turn off, next to the waiting Dave. That arrogant slut was going down.
Sakura quickly caught up to Syaoran. She was on his bumper as they exploded out of the track, into the clearing where the bonfire crackled. It was all but deserted down here, with only a few people too wasted to move left.
Syaoran saw Sakura's headlights flashing in his mirrors. He was not going to let her win. His pride simply wouldn't allow it. He shifted, skidding around the bonfire with Sakura seconds after him. They raced once again towards the winding track. Dave was nowhere to be seen. The little shit must have crashed, not that it was a big surprise. They'd just have to watch out for his wreck.
They were nearing the 4th, isolated switchback. The shape of Micah's wrecked car was only a shadow in the pullout. Syaoran saw his chance and gunned it. Sakura wouldn't be able to see for a second; compliments of all the gravel he was tossing up. He could take off, and she wouldn't be able to until she could see the road again. Syaoran swung around the corner, disappearing.
As his taillights vanished, Carl peeled out, pulling in behind Syaoran. Dave cut out a split second later, his high-beams on full blast. They had been hiding in the pullout. Micah's car had been moved and he had taken its place. The trap was sprung. He grinned with a crazed look in his eyes as he floored it, straight into the side of Sakura's car. He t-boned it, pinning it into the rock face on the other side of the road. This time his plan didn't fail. Carl would take second in the race, and get the money, and Sakura would either be dead, mangled, or in deep shit. Anyway you turned it; Dave had beaten the rich fucks. No one messed with Dave and won. He had serious anger issues. But he had his reasons for hating rich people. He laughed as he forced open his car door that had been jammed inwards. What a lovely evening.
And I;m spent... This is what happens when I make longer chapters, I tend to rattle on and on... Oh well, better luck next time I suppose. In case ya'll hadn't guessed this outta be the turning point of ze story. (Insert "dundundun") Catch ya'll on da flip side!