I climbed into a Go-Kart with Quarra, allowing her to drive. “I wanna win.” I told her.
“Oh trust me. We will.” She laughed.
A guy stood in front of us, unfazed by the fact two sets of band-member sat in Go-Karts in front of him.
He held up a checkered flag, and when he brought it down, our wheels screeched on the cement track under us.
“Quarra! Holy poop!” I shouted, and them we were screeching away, past the guy and around the track. I grabbed onto the seatbelt and hung on for dear life. There was nothing else to hang on to in this stupid cart, so I also grabbed onto Quarra’s arm.
“Lyrica, damn!” she said, laughing. “You won’t die, I swear!”
The beeping of Go-Kart horns made me look up. Niall and Zayn were on one side of us and Harry was on the other.
“Don’t let them pass us!” I yelled and grabbed onto Quarra for dear life.
“Lyrica!” Quarra laughed.
We managed to cut off Niall and Zayn, but Harry got in front of us. “Clear the way, loser!” I shouted when he pulled in front of us.
Over the engines I could hear him laughing.
“Pull in front of him!” I shouted, laughing maniacally.
“You are scary.” Quarra said to me, pulling beside Harry.
I made a face at him as we passed and glared playfully at me. I stuck out my tongue as we flew away, down the track.
Lap after lap, Harry tried to get ahead of Quarra and I, but we managed to keep him back.
“We are queens!” I yelled, hugging Quarra as we passed the finish line in first place.
“I am the queen.” She corrected. “You are my mentally challenged assistant.”
I scoffed. “Excuse you, miss. I am the least mentally challenged one in our band.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to stand up to get out of the cart, but my leg started hurting. The scar flared with pain and I cried out, falling back into the cart.
“Hey, are you okay?” Quarra asked, standing above me.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I attempted to get up again but gasped and clutched at my leg.
“Your leg hurts?” Quarra asked.
I was about to answer when a pair of arms grabbed me under mine and lifted me up, out of the Kart.
“Thank y-” I turned and found Harry. “Oh. Uh, thanks, I guess.”
He raised his eyebrows and shook his head, walking back to talk to Niall.
I turned back to Quarra and she shook her head before leading me back to the bus.
“I want ice-cream.” I said, laying on the couch upside down.
Everyone piled onto the bus. “Hey, Irie?”
“I want food.”
She laughed. “You always want food.”
“I deserve it. I was living on the streets forever and I only came with you guys because you promised me food.”
“So you really did live on the streets?” Liam asked. “You said your mom died; what about your dad?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want food.”
“Were you-” Harry started but I cut him off.
“No! I’m fine.” I cut him off.
“You’re obviously not okay, Broken Heart! I touched you and you had a freaking panic attack!”
“I’m fine, Harry! Just leave me alone!”
“No! Broken Heart, tell me what happened! I can help you!”
“Go away!” I shouted. I grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a shoe, and threw it at him as hard as I could.
It hit him in the eye and bounced off.
“Just leave me alone!” I shouted, and sprinted away from the bus.
“Lyrica!” He and Quarra shouted at the same time. Harry was off the bus first and sprinting after me as I crossed a busy road.
I looked back in time to see Quarra and Crow running out into the road, and I also saw the truck.
I turned just as Harry grabbed me. “Look out!” I screamed, my voice cracking.
Crow reached Quarra just as the truck was upon them and I saw them try to jump out of the way.
“No!” I screamed, as their bodies flew across the road.