☠ Prologue ☠
▲Supersonic: being, having, or capable of reaching a speed in excess of the speed of sound. ▲
➳ ZAYN’S POV
I shift the car into gear and hit the gas pedal even harder. The addictive adrenaline is flowing through my veins, but not like it used to. I’m so used to the adrenaline by now, it’s not even a high anymore. There was once a time when it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced, but now I found myself chasing the feeling; I was speeding faster, I was driving more dangerously, I was wagering more money. It was both as addictive and as dangerous as drugs.
That’s not to say that I didn’t still crave the feeling of being behind the wheel. I don’t think there’s anything else out there that could feel as good as this does. There really wasn’t anything else I wanted to do with my spare time other than sit behind the wheel of this car.
My surroundings are whirring past me. I don’t even bother to take in the trees, buildings, cars, and the people. I just push down even harder and I focus on gripping on to the steering wheel, and watch the other cars in my rear-view mirror. The sound of engine fills my ears and my heart rate picks up.
I had to win this, there wasn’t any other option. I didn’t lose. I can’t remember the last time I ever lost a race. This was what I was known for.
Racing has always involved intense concentration because of the hard breaking, the sharp corners, the hard acceleration, and all of the unexpected things that could happen at any moment that I always had to be prepared for. Physically, it was exhausting. Mentally, it was absolutely exhilarating.
My car is highly responsive to my movements – its temperament was something I’d had to learn to deal with. At high speeds every little bump or curve in the road once caused the car to jerk and it was a struggle at first, but once I’d figured it out I was unstoppable. We are an unstoppable force together.
When I drift around the next corner I can see the familiar orange Mitsubishi Eclipse drafting my tailgate. When he finally pulls out from behind me and attempts to make a pass, I push down harder on the accelerator, but don’t pull away from him, much to my disappointment. Liam’s car was fast, it’d always been, and he was famous for doing the most reckless things possible to win . . . but he didn’t always win. Engine to engine my Skyline couldn’t keep up with him though I’d never admit that to him.
We both drift around the next corner, and all focus was on the finish line which was a few hundred yards in front of us. We both look at each other, despite the speed and then turn back towards the finish line. We were neck and neck, all I needed was a little help. There was a small crowd of people waiting for us, cheering and screaming. A half-naked woman stood on the direct finish line, waving around what I presumed was her top as the flag, considering she was topless.
I looked over at Liam. He was focused on winning this, and when he gave me that wicked smirk I gripped my hands tighter on the wheel. There was no fucking way he was winning this one. I flipped the prick off before reaching down between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat, twisting the nozzle on my NOS bottle ever so lightly. It was just enough to push my car faster than Liam’s. Everything’s passing me so quickly that I can barely tell where I am. After a few seconds of blur, I slow down and fly past the woman at the finish line.
She waves her shirt viciously in the air, and both Liam and I slam on our breaks, coming quickly to a stop. I quickly turn my car off, and hop out. “Well, well, well . . .” I say cockily as I walk up to Liam with my arms extended on either side of my body.
He was still getting out of his car, and so I walk up and slap my hand harshly onto the roof of his car. He jumps a little, the sound startling him. “Told you I’d win,” I say, rubbing it in his face greedily.
“You raced good, what can I say mate?” Liam steps out of the car, and pulls off his jumper, carelessly tossing it onto the passenger’s side of his car. He stands before me in a jet black muscle shirt, and for a moment I feel intimidated by his size, but then I remember just how badly I beat him.
“I kicked your ass,” I retort.
He chuckles lightly, “I almost had you and you know it.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of money, counting it before placing it in my hands, “here.” I finger through it, checking that it’s the three hundred he bet me. “You won’t be so lucky next time,” he comments before opening his car door, getting in and driving off. He never stuck around after these things, and he was always smart to leave . . . it’s only a matter of time before the cops arrive.
The crowd begins to gather around me, and the half-naked woman steps up to me. “Smooth ride,” she purrs to me. She steps towards my car, and I follow away from the crowd. Her ass is perfect in the small, tight jean shorts she’s wearing. I shamefully watch her hips sway as she walks.
She walks up to my car, and throws her t-shirt to the floor haphazardly, and leans back on the car. She’s trying her best to seduce me. She takes a manicured fingernail and puts it up to her lips, biting it seductively. She fixates her gaze on me and slowly sucks on her finger. She spreads her legs and runs her one hand up and down her thigh.
I don’t make a comment, and after a few moments she decides to speak up, “I’m sure you’re just as smooth to ride,” she steps forward and wraps her hand up in my shirt. She grabs my arm, and turns herself around, pushing her ass right into me. A moan falls from her lips and she reaches a hand backwards and she touches my beanie, nearly pulling it off my head.
I lean forward and whisper hotly in her ear, “well now, you’ll never know, will you love?”
She turns around immediately in my arms, scoffing. “Get off me,” I say harshly.
She rolls her eyes and covers her chest, “dick,” she comments before walking away from me.
The crowd gathers around me again, and I’m swallowed up in a sea of people congratulating me. Strangers are slapping my back, people are paying one another their bets, and there are copious amounts of women laying seductively on the hoods of cars, wanting to be taken home.
When the noise of sirens becomes apparent to everyone, I scramble to get back to my car. I hop into my baby, and she purrs to life. The sirens are getting closer and closer, and I hit my foot down on the gas, accelerating quickly. The smell of burning rubber fills my lungs, and I leave the sea of people to scramble from the cops. I don’t even bother looking at the people around me who are furiously trying to get out of the area. I’m sure more than one person won’t make it out of the area in time, but I won’t be one of those people.
I look into my rear-view mirror and notice the police arriving to the finish line, where I was moments ago. The police spot my red Skyline driving away from the scene. Immediately they recognize the car, I know they did. We’ve been introduced on more than one occasion. It only takes a second before one of the cop cars hits its accelerator and he’s immediately on my tailgate. I push down on the gas, and slowly watch the sirens as fade in my mirrors.
This is what I live for.
A/N: a pre-warning that this story will have scenes of sexual content, violence, mature themes, drug use, as well as foul language and all that. so if you’re not comfortable with any sort of mature themes, i suggest you don’t continue. although it’s up to your discretion. i don’t give pre-chapter warnings when mature themes appear, as it ruins the surprise :)
there’s also a trailer, so feel free to view that. it’s been reposted several times due to errors on youtube’s behalf (but that’s beside the point). it’s there for you to view.
hope you all enjoy the journey we’re about to take together! x