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Chapter 3: War

"Yo, Em, I heard they're having an race down at the strip tonight. Winner gets two grand." Toby informed me as we walked into the garage.

"You in or not?" He furrowed his brows.

"Who's racing?"

"Noel wants a rematch against you, He claims he wasn't feeling right when you guys raced. That prick can't handle losing." He chuckled dryly.

"When's the race start?" I questioned.

"Eleven." He replied.

"Alright, set it up. I'll be there."

Noel wanted a rematch and I happily agreed. A immense crowd of people were gathered there, but Alison was indistinguished from the crowd.

Staring at me.

Tempting me.

Driving me insane.

"I'm about to kick your ass Fields." Noel taunted, revving his engine.

"We'll see how much you talk when you lose." I smirked at him.

One of the start girls stepped to the center of the starting point and we both moved our cars up to the line, Noel burning his back wheels in the process, the smell of rubber and smoke filling the night air.

At the signal, I slammed my foot on the gas pedal. Left everything behind, expect the pure fucking bliss of racing through the night.

Focused only on the feel of the transmission as I shifted gears, counting seconds by the pulse of my heart, a heated adrenaline pumping through my blood, feeding my euphoria as I sped until Noel wasn't even in sight anymore.

I reached the end, speeding past the finish line and easing down on the breaks, slowing down as I turned the car around in a sharp U turn. I smiled smugly, exiting the car.

Noel handed me my money, I pocketed the cash, not stopping as I walked past him, ignoring his trash talk.

"You made that look easy." Alison stepped in front of me with a light giggle.

"It was easy." I shrugged. I looked at her observing her flawless face but the red streak on the side of her cheek stole my attention.

"Who did that to you?" I clenched my fists at my side. "No one." She said avoiding eye contact.

"Ali, don't lie to me. Did someone hurt you?" I pressed.

"Let me guess Noel did it." I crossed my arms enraged.

"Em, it's totally fine. He didn't mean to. It was an accident." She said cautiously looking at me.

"He did that to you?" I asked, protective rage filling my entire body. I pushed past her enraged.

I moved through the crowd, looking around for Noel. I spotted him with two girls draped around his shoulders. I tapped his broad shoulder, waiting for him to turn around, before throwing a punch directly at his nose, blood spurting uncontrollably over his mouth and down his neck.

"You fucking bitch!" He cried out in pain.

I heard the chanting and hollering erupt through the crowd as I tried to hold myself together. He threw a swift jab, connecting to my jaw.

My vision split, blurred, and then came back into focus. Wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt, the smear of blood didn't surprise me.

He jabbed, and I stepped back, avoiding the blow. He then quickly followed it with a left hook.

I ducked and took a swing, my arm vibrated down to my bones as I landed the blow to his hard jaw. Before he recovered, I lunged towards him, swinging my fists skillfully.

Blow after blow connected with his head; the hard impact numbing my fingers. Each punch fueled another one, I couldn't stop.

Sweat and the metallic taste of blood burned my nose. I breathed gathering myself before standing up and taking a step away from him. Caleb stood watching, his feet wide and his arms crossed. His hard face remained like stone, and raised one eyebrow at me in question.

I ignored his cold stare and saw Alison standing there in front of me shaking her head. She gave me one final glance before storming off.

"Alison." I tried to stop her with a light grip on her elbow.

"Save it." She jerked her arm free and walked the opposition direction.

"Ali, please. He deserved that. He hit you." I shouted after her.

"Why are you involved in this?" She turned briskly, facing me. "It's just a really long story." I sighed tiredly.

"I have time."

"I had gpt involved a few years ago, I needed money and I could race."

"You're going to have to elaborate a bit more than that." She replied irritatedly.

"I left home when I was eighteen. I was struggling, in and out of shelters and foster homes. I tried to find a job but I couldn't. Then I met Toby. He was deep into racing, and when we became close friends, he started teaching me. Then he introduced me to the underground racing scene."

"It's complicated." I shook my head when didn't respond back.

"Please don't push me away. I'm not a bad person." I sighed, moving closer to her. She slowly looked up at me, trying to remain being upset with me.

"Why are you so fucking stupid? Look at your face." She reached up, touching the cuts on my face. I winced in pain.

"It might get infected." She gently examined my face.

"My house is just around the corner. I'll take care of it." She grabbed my hand, leading me down the empty street.

The walk was filled with uncomfortable silence. I stood there awkwardly as she unlocked her front door.

"Nice place." I commented as we walked through the door.

"Thanks." She mumbled.

"Let me go get my first aid kit." She called over her shoulder causing me to inadvertently glance in the direction of the sound and my eyes go wide when I was met with the sight of her very round and accentuated ass right before me.

She returned back with a first aid kit and pushed me down on the couch, sitting right beside me.

She reached out to the first aid kit and grabbed some antiseptic wipes. She slowly pressed the antiseptic wipe onto the cut. I sucked in a breath of air and I reacted by grabbing her small hand, pulling the wipe away from my cut.

"Don't be a pussy." She shot me a sultry smirk. She placed the wipe back over my cut and I whimped in pain again.

"Do you have to keep doing that?" I asked through clenched teeth, hiding the pain. "I'm sorry, I just don't want it to get infected." She batted her eyelashes innocently and continued cleaning the cuts.

I felt a soft piece of gauze being placed over the gash above my eye and I glanced up to peer into her cerulean eyes.

"There, that should keep away an infection and everything but you're likely to have a scar."

"Thanks." I wet my lips and nodded.

I reached over, claiming my mouth gently with hers. I brushed my nose against hers as I slanted my mouth, my tongue seeking out hers. A moan from deep inside escaped her and my hand shifted from where it was next to her head to tangle my hand in her hair, massaging her scalp.

When I pulled away, I licked my lips before beginning, "Ali, I—" my phone started ringing. I groaned, reaching in my pocket for my phone.

"Shit." I grumbled. Caleb's name visible on the bright screen on my phone. I hung up the phone.

"I have to go." I let out a harsh sign.

"Right now?" She sucked in her lower lip, her eyes imploring mine.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry babe."

"Do you have to?" She asked quietly, although I she knew that the question was pointless.

I let out a short laugh and nodded my head, running my slender fingers through my hair, tousling the long tresses.

"I have to go, babe. I have to handle things with my crew." I said gently.

"I don't wanna be alone." She mumbled dejectly.

"I know. I wish I could stay, but I have to go." I said sympathetically.

"Can you come by later?" She murmured, staring at me intently.

My eyes flared in surprise before I nodded, cupping her jaw in my hand and swiping a thumb lightly over her lower lip.

"You make me want to forget this whole thing and stay with you." I replied genuinely.

"I know." She smiled lightheartedly.

"Bye, babe," I smiled at her, kissing her one last time before I got up left.

"Where the hell were you? You know how this goes, Emily. I told you my fucking rules. You want to race for me. You. Follow. My. Rules." He seethed vehemently.

"Caleb, chill-" He cut me off.

His eyes narrowed, thick lashes sweeping down as he stepped closer, his body heat penetrating across the small space between us.

"You started a goddamn fight with another crew over some stupid whore!" He shouted lividly.

"She's not a whore." I spat angrily, the words scraped against my throat.

"I don't give a shit." He argued.

"You probably just trigged a fucking war with Noel's crew." He shouted in angish.

"I know that." I sighed warily.

"You haven't been thinking. Not with your fucking head. That's been clear since you've started chasing that girl. This is your last chance. Prove to me that I should let you stay here." He warned his voice low and serious.

"Okay." I walked towards the garage's side door.

"Meet Toby back at The Spot. He's waiting. I have to go clean up your shit." He ushered me off crudely.

"Emily." He called out.

"What?" I swiftly turned around to face him. "Don't fuck with me." He implores with a look that told me he wasn't joking around. I slowly nodded at him and walked out distraught.

Caleb was right. I haven't been thinking straight.

I was in a mess that I would never had predicted for myself. And it probably would have been the smart thing to duck out—or to get out now. Maybe it wasn't too late. But I didn't want to. The way I felt about Alison wasn't anything I had felt for anyone before. She was making me feel alive.