Heartaches

Chapter 80

By Kellyq

The racetrack was dry by the time it was to race. The arena was crowded, and Team 5Ds and Team Ragnarok were ready. MC glanced around, feeling high energy in the air. The roar of the crowd sounded like waves hitting along the shore.

"Good afternoon," his voice boomed. "Now it's time for the next part of the race!"

Brave smiled as he looked at Dragan to see that he was concentrating. "Well, this is it."

Dragan straightened up and glanced at his red-haired teammate. "I should thank you guys for putting up with me. You Brave, have been a really good friend and supporter," Dragan paused when his eyes shifted to his boyfriend. Harald had a confident expression and the look in his eyes Dragan that he wasn't going to lose. Dragan closed his eyes. "Especially you, Harald. You've been the greatest. I'm glad that you came into my life."

They gave each other knowing look...

Harald glanced around and spotted a teen a foot taller than himself. His back was turned to Harald, so that he couldn't see his face. Harald walked over to the beverage stand, picked up two glasses and made his way over to make idle conversation. Footsteps reached Dragan's ears as he turned to see Harald walking toward him, with two glasses in his hand.

"Congratulations," Harald started, handing a glass over. Dragan took it. "Your father must be proud of you."

The comment caught Dragan off guard before he took a sip. "Who are you?"

A slight smirk made its way to Harald's lips. He took a gentle hold of Dragan's hand and brought it to his lips. "My name is Harald," he introduced himself, "I've wanted to meet you for a while now, Dragan. May I request a quieter place to talk?"

Dragan nodded his head, not minding what just occurred. The atmosphere and the way Harald was dressed gave Dragan the impression that Harald was raised to be a 'ladies man', or in this case a ' man's man'. Harald let go of Dragan's hand and took his glass. He placed them on the nearby table.

"Come. Follow me," Harald gestured toward the back door. He grabbed their glasses, and they made their way. The evening air was calm, and there were no clouds in the sky. A couple of empty chairs and a table or were ready. Harald placed the glasses down and pushed Dragan's chair in after he sat down.

"What did you want to talk about?" Dragan finally asked, after Harald set across from him.

"I would like to make an offer. You don't have to agree with me now, but I like would like us to be friends."

Dragan took a sip from his glass. "I'm fine without having any companions."

"You're fine just the way you are, Dragan," Harald reassured, knowing there was a hidden message behind what Dragan meant. "Do have pride and strength ..."

"Pride? Yes. Strength. No," Dragan admitted, taking another sip from his class.

Harald nodded his head. "You would be surprised by how much strength you have, Dragan. I've watched your races, you do have strength, and I'm sure your father is proud of you. I would be too if I was much involved with someone I believe in."

Dragan stared at Harald for a moment before he looked away. "My father and I are close."

"There's nothing wrong being close to a family member. I was once like that before my parents were killed. Their butler - Sebastian took care of me after that," Harald pointed out.

Dragan looked at the light-haired teen to see that Harald wore an aspect of respect on his face. That makes sense with the way Harald approached me, Dragan thought. "Sure. We can be friends. You seem to know me but I don't know you," Dragan said, not minding Harald's presence.

"I traveled a lot when I was young. Sebastian told me that it was my fate to encounter great things to show people fate."

"Fate?" Dragan repeated slowly, confused.

Harald nodded his head and smiled, remembering the talk when he was ten. The one thing that got Harald's attention, as was Sebastian told him that he needed to find someone.

"Young Master!" Came Sebastian's voice, snapping Harald out of his memory.

Dragan and Harald turned their heads to see the Butler walk up. Dragan could tell that Sebastian was a kind person. The butler nodded his head to acknowledge that Dragan was there.

"We should get going, young master," Sebastian finally spoke up.

Harald nodded his head and turned his attention back to Dragan, as he rose to his feet. Dragan rose to his feet too, so he could face Harald. "It was nice to talk to you …"

Harald took Dragan's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed his knuckles. "It's Harald," he repeated casually, knowing that Dragan was still trying to understand what was being offered.

Dragan nodded his head. "Harald …" He repeated slowly. "Let's meet at the racetrack tomorrow?"

"Shall I arrange for the racetrack to be closed so that you two can race each other?"

Harald pulled back and smirked lightly. "That's a good idea, Sebastian," Harald said giving his butler a quick glance before he turned his attention back to Dragan. "How does noon sound?" Harald asked casually.

Dragan nodded his head, and smiled. "I'll be there."

Sebastian and Harald turned and made their way to their limo. "I'm proud of you," the butler complimented, "he seems promising."

The voice of MC snapped Dragan out of his memory asking if he and his competitor were ready.

To Be Continued