Look at me spoiling U guys by posting up two chapters at a time again :claps for herself in pride: Lol jk. I forgot to give extra thanxies to Jaksgirl.not for writing my name on her profile under her fave authors :sobs: OMG I think I'm moving up in the fanfiction world, I'm so touched :sobs louder: I would like to thank my mama and my most faithful companion, my computer ahahahahaha…nvm anyway enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Bright yellow sunlight streamed from the cracks of the long white curtains on the windows. She slowly opened up her eyes when the alarm clock went off and dragged her hand up to the nightstand to shut it off. She sighed to herself, knowing that she'd rather not get up but Jak was expecting that upgrade and she was supposed to do it last night. She arose from her bed like a zombie and dragged herself to take a shower. After about twenty minutes, she got out and wrapped herself in a towel when she heard a knock at the door. Her heart jumped slightly at the possibility of it being Jak, but she knew that in reality, it probably wasn't him. She frowned at this realization. She called out "Yes? Who is it?"
She heard a young male voice that was not familiar to her respond, "I'm sorry to bother you so early madam, but I have a special delivery for you"
Special delivery? She wondered as she peeked through the peek hole on the door to see who it was. She saw the brunette young man's face, dressed in the red employee suit of the Inn with a name tag that read "Ted" on the left side of his chest. She raised an eyebrow in question as she unlocked the door. Her eyes widened and she let out a surprised gasp when she saw what he was cradling in his hands. It was a bouquet of white Calla Lilies. He gently handed them to her before bowing with a "enjoy your stay at the Inn" and walked away. She quickly stuck her head outside the room, looking both ways to see if anybody had seen the exchange. The coast was all clear so she closed the door behind her and carried the bouquet to a beige vase in between the windows. There were already flowers in them but she pulled those out so that she can put the lilies instead. Once she threw out the other flowers, she rushed back to the lilies, searching for anything that would hint to her who had taken the time to send this special delivery to her and at this hour. She had spotted the white card with silver edges, hidden within the white bunch and grabbed it. Just when I thought you had forgotten me Jak and she smiled while opening the card. Her smile slowly faded as she read it.
Keira, Milady
I apologize for the strangeness of this delivery but I had found out your name from the Inn clerk and decided to take it upon myself to send these to you. I didn't bother to send roses because even though your driver doesn't realize it, a special mechanic like you deserves special flowers for all the work she does. See you when I pass the finish line.
Razer
Ps: Glad you got to your room safely.
She slowly placed the card back into the flowers, staring down at them. Her heart dropped because they weren't from Jak, but then again who was she kidding? Jak would never send flowers. It was a nice thought while it lasted. She debated with herself if she should keep the flowers or throw them out. They were so beautiful with the sunlight kissing against their white petals. She was always so used to being at the garage getting all full of oil and smut. It was rare that she saw such beautiful things, especially living in Haven City. Her fingers traced the ends of one of the petals and she finally decided. Razer is right! He may be our enemy but I do deserve to feel special for all the work that I put into everyone's cars. And if no one is going to appreciate me than so be it. A satisfied grin spread across her face as she walked away and continued to get ready so she could head out to the garage. She didn't feel guilt anymore. She didn't care if Jak saw the flowers. It's not like she would pursue a friendship or anything else with the fairly older man because after all he was Mizo's scum. She just wanted to keep the flowers that's all. It had made her morning a good one.
That afternoon, her long morning efforts had not gone to waste. As she had hoped, Jak won the race against Razer. Jak and Daxter did not return to the Inn by the time Keira had seen the news report hosted by G.T. Blitz. She guessed they must've been watching from over at the tracks. Keira sat at the edge of her bed while watching the TV in front of her. G.T. Blitz walked into view.
"And here he is ladies and gentlemen, the man who beat the mighty Razer. How does it feel to still be breathing?" Keira nodded at Blitz's usual annoying behavior. It was almost as if he really enjoyed mocking those who died and those who survived the races.
"I just want to win the championship, then we'll talk" There goes Jak, focused on the gold as usual. She couldn't be too upset with him. It wasn't like he was doing all of this for the pure fun of it. He had to do it so that they could get the antidotes.
"Why so truculent with the media, Jak? You're the next big star. The championship seems all but locked up. Of course, every star eventually falls" and that ended the news report. Keira stood up off the bed at Blitz's last comment, hands on her hips and slightly angered.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Every star eventually falls" and she moved her head side to side mimicking the blond announcer. She turned off the TV and stood up, searching the room as if to magically find something to occupy herself. She sighed in frustration. It didn't look like Jak was coming back anytime soon. She shrugged her shoulders and decided to go down to the lobby and wait. If she were lucky, Jak would come soon and wouldn't leave her waiting long.
The silver doors of the elevators opened and the turquoise headed girl stepped out into the lobby. The check-in counter was to her left, in front of a sleeping elderly man on a chair and down further was the lounge. It was a large hall with red velvet curtains dressing the long windows. Golden strings and embroideries surrounded the room along with matching seating areas. The mahogany hard wood floors looked recently waxed because of their shine and at the end of the lounge was a lone stage and a grand ebony piano sitting at the center. It seemed untouched and there just for decoration. She walked over to one of the sofa's and sat down, propping her feet up on the footstool in front of her. She opened the latest issue of "Popular Mechanics" magazine and tried to skim through the pages even though her mind was really elsewhere. She was distracted by the sounds of whispers and scurrying feet and when she looked up, she saw a small crowd of people, looking outside at something that had caught their eye. It seemed that something was going on and Keira wasn't usually the type to stick her nose in drama but she was bored enough to let the curiosity get to her. She walked to another sofa near the window so that she wouldn't seem so obvious and looked outside to see what all the fuss was about.
Her eyes widened at the sight. It was Razer, obviously fumed from the loss in the race, kicking the front bumper of his car. He was talking on a cell phone and once he noticed the audience that he had attracted, he simply ran his fingers through his shiny black hair with his free hand and leaned back against the side of his car, calm again. She nodded her head at the sight and began admiring his vehicle, red and black, sleek and sharp. She admired the curves and how clean it was kept even through the deadly races. Could be a Havoc V12 but I'm not sure, I need to get a closer look. It seems his tires are the newest brand, however they aren't the sturdiest. That's probably why he lost the race. Just because it's new doesn't always make it improved. Dazed in her admiration for the vehicle, she hardly noticed the approaching footsteps coming toward her.
"I see you like my vehicle" Keira looked up at Razer, slightly startled. He lit the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled, looking down briefly at Keira who now seemed to have adjusted to the situation and looked up at him, cringing in anger.
"Not really, I was just looking at everything that was wrong with it" she shook her head and stood up from the couch, about to walk toward the elevators. He called out to her, exhaling the nicotine trail from his lips.
"Heading back to your room with such haste? Hmm hmm hmm hmm" he looked around, knowing it would mock Keira, "My my, you're winning driver seems to be missing in action, again. What is wrong with this picture?" He raised a satisfied brow at her once he saw her body stiffen at his comment and she spun around.
"I don't need your comments Razer. It is none of your concern," she lashed out at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and took another puff of his cigarette, then he lightly tapped the residue on the floor, calmly as if they were having a conversation between friends. "You're right. It isn't my concern. I just couldn't help but notice how such a talented mechanic like yourself who is blessed with both skills and beauty, would be left sitting in the lobby, waiting on her driver, hoping he'd give her at least a thank you"
She quickly stomped over to him. She had reached her boiling point. She pointed up to his chin and he stepped back slightly, smiling deviously at her knowing he had pushed a nerve, "For your information, I wasn't waiting for him. I was simply reading my magazine in the lobby until I was rudely disturbed by your disgusting behavior outside. Then you have the nerve to come in here, pissed off because Jak won against you in the race and decided to take it out on me. Well let me tell you something, I am not the one and I'd appreciate it if from now on you'd just butt out" her brows were furrowed as she stared up into his dark emerald eyes. Without warning, she felt his free hand brush against her jaw line and his smile had faded. He seemed to be searching for her weakness in her eyes. She snatched her face away from his grasp and stared down at the floor. He walked past her, slightly brushing against her shoulder. She stood there, unsure of what to do or what to say now. It was an awkward moment.
She heard his voice behind her, " For your information, I wasn't taking anything out on you. I was simply pointing out a fact. Feel free to take a look at my vehicle anytime. At least then, you're efforts wouldn't go unnoticed" and she expected to hear his arrogant laughter after he had said that but she didn't. She felt as if she had been slapped in the face. She just stood there, speechless, fumbling with her fingers at her sides. She finally decided to turn around and head back to her room. She had left her magazine behind but she didn't care. Her eyes slightly burned. What Razer had said to her hit her and it hit her hard. No matter how much she flirted with Jak or no matter how many upgrades she gave him, he barely ever seemed to notice. He was always so wrapped up in the races or everything else that was going on, and yes, even though he had no choice but to think only of the races because of their poisoning, why couldn't a part of him leave some room for her? Why couldn't he at least give her a thank you or come to her room at night. She would think that with the thought of them possibly dying because of the poison, that he'd want to spend some time with her. Then again she knew Jak was confident, she was sure he didn't think he'd lose the races and that is why he didn't see the point of acting like he was going to do.
You're not invincible Jak. You shouldn't take things for granted. These thoughts burned rage into her as she walked out from the elevator and down the long green hall. When she got to the end of the hall, she turned right. Her room was two doors down. Just as she was fumbling with the golden key in her pocket and looked up in the direction of her suite, she saw him. Jak was sitting on the floor next to her door, his arm leaning on his knee and it seemed he had fell asleep waiting for her. He was still in his racing suit, blond hair slightly messy and his cerulean eyes were closed and peaceful. His chest slowly rising in and out as he breathed. They must've just missed each other when she went down to the lobby. Usually she would've felt unbelievable joy that Jak was there waiting for her return, instead she rolled her eyes and the sight of him angered her more. She quickly walked over to her door and jammed the key into the lock. She didn't care if he woke up seeing her like this. She heard his groggy husky voice beneath her.
"Keira?"
She didn't turn to him and responded calmly, "Yes?"
"Can I- talk to you for a bit?"
"If you'd like" and she opened the door. She held it open so that he can walk in as well and closed the door behind him. Without a word she walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She didn't need to give him permission so that he could make himself comfortable. She saw the light streaming from underneath the door and the voices from the TV. She took a deep breath to relax herself and splashed some water on her face. She grabbed one of the royal blue hand towels on the rack behind the door before opening it to enter the suite. The towel was still rubbing on her eyes before she had brought it down to see something she wished that she hadn't. Fear shook her body causing her hands to tremble as her jaw slightly dropped. Jak was standing by the vase of Calla Lilies between the windows, with the small white card in between his fingers. His jaw was hanging just like Keira's and his eyes were widened with shock. He didn't seem angry, or at least not yet. He just seemed very confused. He turned to face her slowly, she was still clinging the hand towel in her hands, and he met her eyes for what felt like an eternity. He lifted the card slightly as if to show her.
His voice was low and but stern. She thought she had heard him slightly lose his voice and his eyes were lost while looking at hers, "Keira…wha-what is this?"
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AH HAH! CLIFF HANGER! Haven't done THAT to you guys in a while huh::Clunk: Oww: rubs her head from the unidentified object thrown at her head: Sorry. So Jak has found flowers from another man in her room! An older man whose also a racer and works for Mizo! (By the way Razer is 31, it's on his profile on Jak X, Keira is 18) Run Keira run! So what's gonna happen now? Also you'll be happy to know that this story looks like it'll turn out just as long as my first fic or longer. Review!
Let me know if you spot any errors or typos in the last two chapters because I didn't get to proof read them as much as I should've.
