Supercrossed.
I don't own anything.
I started this the other night but then fell asleep on my laptop, sorry. But I managed to finish it, finally, and now it's up.
Real sorry about no update yesterday, that's when it was supposed to be up.
Sorry if this chapter is not very good, total writers block =[
Enjoys =] x
Chapter Forty-Five.
Arizona POV.
Taking hold of my inner thoughts, I focus on nothing but the bike I'm sitting on, the sound of the engine as I centre myself. My eyes drift up to the track in front of me. I think ahead of me. The next 30minutes of my life dedicated to the compacted dirt and machine I'm riding.
I rev, the engine roaring to life beneath me.
I look up, taking in the surroundings, the blood pumping through my veins as my heart beats in my ears, drowning out the cheers of the enthusiastic crowd.
I re-fix my gloves as the 30second board goes up, shake my to body loosen up and re-position my hands on the bars. My grip twisting to rev the engine and my other squeezing the clutch tight.
I start the mini count down in my head.
5... 4.. 3..
2...
1.. I tap my toes down, shifting the bike into gear, releasing the clutch I fly off the line. Not one of my best starts, but I've got 15 laps to get into first.
My eyes take in the riders ahead of me, my brain churning out different routes to get around them as quickly as possible, all the while, telling my different body parts to do their jobs correctly.
Several laps in, I see a gap emerge as we come out of a corner. I pull the clutch in, hit the gears and shoot between to riders. Coming in-between the two riders, I notice my mistake almost immediately.
This is April and one of her 'friends'.
I see her shift positions, her hands moving in a way that shows she's about to do something.
I sense the two people start to close in, me being the filling of an engine and dirt sandwich.
I think.
My brain going a million miles a second, trying to form a plan to get out of this situation.
I chance a glance behind me. Seeing no one in close range, my mine forms a plan.
The two riders close in further. I see April clench her fist as it leaves the handle bar and come swinging out to the her left side. It's not aimed at anything specific, just me.
It's almost like slow motion as both outer bikes swerve in, one blocking me, the other attacking me.
My hands and feet move simultaneously, knocking me out of gear, into neutral and locking the rear brakes on. I immediately drop back causing April and the other rider to wobble and collide into each other, unfortunately, they both stay up. Sensing more riders approaching, I shift up another gear and slip to the right, taking the outside for the next corner.
A few laps later, April still right on my tail, I see Teddy up ahead, enduring her own, less hate filled, battle, of trying to get to first place.
Deciding not to put my friend in danger, like in previous races, I hang back, not wanting April to harm any one else in her vendetta against me.
As the race progresses and we hit the final lap, April is trying everything she can think off to take me out, luckily that's not all that much. She's tried punching, kicking, pushing me off in mid air and even tried ramming me on the last lap. I have no idea what her problem is, it's not like I've ever done anything to her, except beat her in every race we've ever been in together. Thinking to myself that maybe that's it, thoughts run through my mind as to whether I should throw the race and let her win. But then I think that if I do that, it's not going to stop her from trying to practically kill me, and it will probably get her starting rumours or something. So instead I continue the race, focusing on winning.
I shift up a gear as we come into a long straight. I've got Teddy and another rider a few feet in front of me, battling it out for first. I slide up behind them, taking the inside of the other rider and the outside of Teddy as we all enter the corner.
Thinking I'm in the clear from April, I forget about her as we enter the last corner, the three of us going head to head for first and those all important points.
Half way through the corner, I start to feel as if something is about to happen, and not the good kind of something.
Taking a look over my left should I see April gunning it for all three of us, she enters the turn way to fast, her bike almost uncontrollable from the speed.
There's no way of stopping what is about to happen, as April purposefully straightens her bike, directing it as us. My mind goes blank as I see her hit into the rider next to me, forcing that bike into mine.
As the bike strikes me, I twist the accelerator, trying to at least get out of the collision.
Teddy swerves right seeing the hit, her bike crosses the line as we are all thrown from our machines. I hit the dirt full force after being thrown by the impact, my bike sliding away from me, not knowing where I am, I think that, that race was pointless as I didn't cross the line, thanks to April, and therefore wont get the points.
Moments pass as I lay on the dirt, facing the sky. The bright sun blocked out slightly by my tinted goggles. I slowly reach my left hand up to my chin, undoing the strap holding my helmet in place.
People rush around me, my eyes trying to focus but unable as everything continuously moves around, never slowing down.
I feel a hand take mine and a familiar face appears before me. I squeeze the hand in mine as Teddy's voice infiltrates my ears, as people remove my helmet and cradle my head. I focus my breathing, and my eyes on Teddy, as a pain in the back of my head drums away.
And that's when I hear it.. That voice.