"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.


25. Chapter 24

  We left his house in a black 1969 Boss Ford Mustang. The engine purred and sent vibrations through my body. As soon as we pulled out the driveway, he shifted gears and sped off. We pulled into my house and all the lights were off. 

   I went to go run inside, I turned around "What do I wear?"

He smiled, "Something sexy, but not too revealing. I don't want any guys getting certain thoughts." his face got serious with the last sentence.

   "Got it." I shot him a flirtatious smile and shut the car door before he could say anything else.

I ran upstairs and tried to find something. I didn't really have any "sexy" clothes. I never really dressed in that way. I put on a black skirt that stopped at my upper thigh, I matched it with a white cami, covered myself with a green military jacket and some black heels. I left my hair down and touched up my mascara and eyeliner. I put on a little bronzer to emphasis my features that I was already blessed with. I ran downstairs, locked the door, then hopped in the car. 

   Justin's eyes were big, he licked his lips, dropped his head down and chuckled. He began to drive the car in reverse to pull out of my driveway.

   "What?" I looked at him, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing..." he smiled playfully.

   "Then why are you laughing at me?" I mocked a little girl and crossed my arms and began pouting.

"Because your so damn cute."

   My heart dropped. Did he just call me cute? My hands and legs went numb and began making every other part of my body numb until it reached my heart, it then felt like it burst into a million pieces. This was going to be a good night.

   We pulled into the race loop. It was off of a farm. It was a dirt track with cars parked all around it. There were teenagers up against the cars drinking. Carrying on conversations about who knows what. All the girls were dressed the same. Slutty. And all the guys ate it up. The guys were comparing their cars as their girlfriends leaned against them trying to get more of the attention than the car.

   "I don't think I'm gonna fit in here..." I began 

"Yes you will, don't worry." he rested his hand on my thigh as we pulled through the people and their cars.

   "You sure?"

"Of course. But listen. If I act a little differently, don't get upset, it's just a different vibe here ok?"

   "ok." I didn't really understand what he meant.

He dropped me off with Ryan as we leaned against his old camaro.

   "You excited?" he asked.

"Yeah, little nervous." I said crossing my arms across my chest feeling revealing.

   "No need, Justin is amazing. Alfredo is good too, but not all the time. Sometimes he's better than others, just depends..."

"Hopefully he's not his best tonight." I began to chuckle.

   "Oh, here they're starting." Ryan stayed leaning against his car, I ran up to the edge of people, I wanted to see it all. 

   They revved their engines. A girl wearing booty shorts and a crop top walked to the center. Guys began to whistle. She held a flag that met her thigh high boots.

   "Ready?" Alfredo was licking his lips, pervert.

   "Set?" Justin's face was hard as a rock.

   "GO!" They sped off.

 Justin was in the lead, Alfredo right behind him. They made their way to the first curve, Alfredo tried to slide on the inside of Justin, Justin backed off so they would hit. Justin sped back up on the straight away and caught up to Alfredo, they were at the second turn. Dirt was flying everywhere. Justin gained the lead back by a little. They rounded the last turn and Alfredo tried everything to get Justin to go off the road. Justin slowed down to go around him. They both passed the finish line.

   People began running to the cars as Justin and Alfredo turned them off. Justin and Alfredo climbed out of their cars and began arguing in the middle. Ryan ran down and I could see them all talking in the middle.The guy in charge of the race made his way down to the middle. He looked about 26 and dirty. He needed to shave and his hair looked all messed up. He looked like he needed to shower. There was some sort of discussion going on between them all. Alfredo looked pissed and began throwing his hands in the air, yelling and pointing at Justin, Justin just stood their and listened to the dirty man. When the decision was made some people began yelling excitedly and others out of being mad. Justin and Ryan began walking towards me...

    "So...." I held my hands out then began sliding them in my jacket.

"Lots of people made bets that they don't want to lose. Everyone called it a tie." Justin said.

   "Ok...?" I looked at him confused, "How are they going to settle the tie so the people get their money?"

"Their girlfriends have to race for them..." Ryan said.

  I looked over at Alfredo, he was already in the car with his little girlfriend in the front seat teaching her, or yelling at her, how the car works.

   "But you don't have a girlfriend." I looked at Justin.

He slowly looked up at me, "Will you drive for me?"

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