Page 58 of Deceit

“We’re about as safe as you can get. Grab onto that if you need it,” I say before firing up the car.

My baby roars to life once again, and I put her into gear before creeping through the quickly dispersing crowds as all of the cars line up for the night. Usually I know everyone here, but a blacked out WRX pulls up beside me too tinted to see inside. I know I’ve never seen them before, though. They rap their engine, edging the starting line as Anthony comes to stand at the front. There are five of us tonight. It’s only a three mile loop, but it’s full of sharp S turns and even a dirt path for a quarter mile. Normally, I’d say my odds were more than fair, but tonight? I have no choice but to win. I have a hot date to impress.

When Anthony drops his arm, we all take off. I’m smashing through gears, that twin-turbo treating me real nice as we come into the first corner. Everyone is clean, keeping their distance from one another as me and the WRX maintain the lead.

On the third S turn, I glance over to check on Skyla only to find her grinning. She has an excited gleam in her eyes as her right hand holds onto the oh shit handle.

“Want to help?” I ask.

“Help?” she balks.

I grin at her, grabbing her left hand and resting it on the shifter, before dumping the clutch and laying my hand over hers. Together we grab fifth before whipping out of the turn and heading down the straight stretch. The speedometer is practically maxed as we push my baby for all she’s worth.

We lose two of the cars on the dirt. Both of them spin out one after another followed by the Supra in the final stretch, effectively taking out the WRX.

“C’mon! Hurry!” Skyla squeals, as we approach the makeshift finish line.

I grin at her as I force us to shift into sixth and give us the extra push to finish. I don’t bring up the fact that everyone else is miles behind us. She is too into it, why spoil the fun?

When we cross over that line the crowd erupts, bouncing and shouting wildly as bets are quickly paid. We come to a stop as Anthony jogs over to me, tossing a brown paper bag through my rolled down window. I nod my thanks before we take off again and this time, Skyla doesn’t even try to take her hand out from under mine. Instead, I feel her hand grip the top of the stick shift tighter like she wants to do it all herself, and it’s fucking adorable.

Before I know it, I’m pulling up to my favorite look-out point. I’ve actually never brought anyone here before. It’s just been my place, to come and escape from the world for a little while. Something told me she’d be able to appreciate it just as much, though.

I shut the car down and before I can say anything, Skyla is out of the car and jumping up and down shouting in celebration.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe that. The rush. My god, that has to be one of the most exhilarating things that I’ve ever done in my life!”

“It’s an adrenaline high like no other, right?” I smile as I get out of the car.

She nods quickly as she spins in a circle, her arms outstretched by her sides in a carefree way that has something stirring inside me. I gotta be honest, I did not think she was going to have this much fun. I’ve taken a few girls drifting before, most of them are so scared shitless they never come again. Which is fine since double-dipping isn’t really my thing, anyways. I wasn’t expecting her to enjoy it so much, Iwasn’t expecting to enjoy tonight so much.

A huge piece of why I wanted to go out with her was for the challenge of it. She seems so uncrackable, and she was a challenge I happily accepted. It was a bonus that me taking her out would drive Asher crazy. He’s been more of an asshole than usual lately, and one of my favorite pastimes is to fuck with him.

Though, all ulterior motives dropped, I’m having a really good time with her.

Probably too good.

Pushing away from the car, I decide to say fuck it and get out of my head. I wrap my arm around her waist and put my other hand into hers as I lead her through a very dramatic slow dance, spinning and dipping her as I do.

“How does it feel to be on a date with a winner?” I ask, as she spins in my arms.

“I’m a Parris, I wouldn’t be out with you if I thought you were anything less than.”

“Well, thank god I won,” I laugh.

She nods her agreement, tilting her head to the side as she speaks.

“Can I ask you something?”

I nod.

“So, are you bi? Or do you label yourself? Obviously, you’ve been with plenty of women but I hear plenty about you being with men, and then there was that day that I walked in on you.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I didn’t expect her to ask that. I must take too long to answer though because she quickly scrambles to speak again.

“I’m sorry. That was really rude and invasive. Ignore me. Can we blame my lack of manners on the adrenaline rush? Lets,” she cringes, as she shakes her head.

I can’t help but chuckle at her panic as I shake my head.

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