"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.


10. Chapter 9

    We drove to the back side of the dirt track where a garage was. Justin and Ryan hopped out of the SUV and walked into the garage. I assumed that I followed them, so I slowly exited the SUV and walked into the garage.

    Justin flipped on the lights and there were cars lined up, everything from a Ford Mustang Boss 492, all blacked out, to a all matte black Mercedes Benz SUV. These cars had to be worth thousands, even into the millions.

   Justin walked over to the Boss and opened the door and revved the engine. The engine was loud and smooth, chills started from my head went slowly to my toes. Ryan opened the big garage door and Justin slowly drove out in front of the garage. I sat and just admired the car, everything from the black rims, to the black paint. It was beautiful.

   "Sam?" Justin had his head popped out of the window. I walked over to him with in five steps.

"Yes Justinnn..." I slurred out his name as I leaned over and rested my arms on the window. I was looking up at him.

"Ryan will give you a ride down to the track ok? Um, I will meet you down there. There is a lot of, um, what's the word, interesting people. So if you could, stay close to Ryan for now. Ok?"

I smiled and looked into his eyes, "You, Justin, finally showing a shred of compassion towards me Sam? Mark. It. On. The. Calendar. Hallelujah!" 

"Sam," he cut me off grabbing my hands, "Trust me when I mean there are interesting people. There are whorey girls, and horny guys. And I just don't- never mind." he cut himself off, "You're right Sam, if you want to 'experiment' feel free, but I warned you. And gave you a safe route like you asked."

   And with that he drove his black ride into the night and towards the track. I turned towards Ryan, he was walking towards the 1951 Corvette.

"At least he is honest." he was holding the door open for me.

"At least one of you are nice."

We drove down the to the track where Justin had his car parked next to a orange Camaro. Justin sat in the car, looking off into the night while the guy in the orange Camaro was gladly enjoying the women around his car.

   "ALLLLL RIGHHHHHT all you beach bums, red necks, or just wanna beeess welcome to the Race Track sponsored by the one and only JB and RB. We have JB racing tonight against Charlie Kinter. Time is up to put your bets in. The odds will not be revealed until after the race. Will the starter please make her way to the starters line?"

   Justin looked at me, for the first time taking his off the track. I walked onto the line getting whistles from plenty of men watching. The flag was lying on the dirt road in front of me. I decided to have fun while being the starter. I leaned over sticking my butt out, just a little motivation. The orange Camaro revved his engine more. Justin's grip got tighter around the wheel.

   "On your marks...." I yelled lifting the flag.

The Camaro revved his engine.

   "Get set..."

Justin didn't flinch.


I waved the flag from left to right, the dirt flew up around me. After the cars were off I ran over to Ryan to watch the race and find out who would win. I looked up at Ryan.

"Who did you bet on?"

Ryan grew a smile, "Who do you think?"

"How much?"

"Ten grand."






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