“Do I know you?” he asked.
Her big grin was instantly replaced by a wobbling bottom lip, and tears forming in her eyes.
“Carter!” she whimpered. “We had sex just last night!”
Kaitlyn frowned and looked at Carter, whose face had such an expression of fear on it.
“Uh,” he said, his eyes darting around the room. “Katie, we need to go. Now.”
Kaitlyn almost giggled. He looked so terrified of this crying girl in front of him. His face was priceless.
“Ok,” she said, tugging on his hand. He turned around and raced to the back door, the fear never leaving his face. When they had made it outside, he breathed a quick sigh, before running around to the front of his house.
He was not impressed when he found that his car was nowhere to be seen.
After the extremely long walk back to the abandoned warehouse, both Carter and Kaitlyn were overjoyed to find his car where they left it, and all in one piece.
“Thank god!” he muttered. Kaitlyn felt just as relieved. Carter’s car was his life.
“I’m not letting my baby out of my sight ever again,” he told Kaitlyn, unlocking the car. She just rolled her eyes, knowing he meant the car, and not her.
“Are we going to the all-girls race at Mangere tonight?” she asked him.
He looked at her and shook his head. “No way, Katie,” he told her. “You’re not racing. You don’t need to. I make enough for both of us.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to do it because of the money . I want to race because I’ve never done it before. I’m surrounded by racers; I go to all the races, so why shouldn’t I try racing myself?”
He sighed and looked her in the eyes. “Katie, if I promise to take you to the race tonight, will you promise me that you won’t race?”
She shook her head. “No way, Carter. I want to try. If I’m no good, then I won’t race again. But all I want is one chance.”
He smirked and shook his head and turned the car on. “Katie, trust me, once you’ve started, you’re hooked.”
Of course, using her powers of persuasion, a.k.a flirting, Carter agreed to take her to the race.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he sighed as he picked her up from her house.
“Because you love me,” she replied cheekily. Carter just rolled his eyes and smirked.
“I wish I could say that I did, Katie,” he sighed dramatically , one hand over his heart . “But, to be honest, you make it so damn hard.”
Kaitlyn just laughed and flipped him off.
As Carter drove the fifteen minute drive to Mangere Town Centre, Kaitlyn could hardly keep still in her seat.
“God you’re jumpy,” he teased, amused by her eagerness.
“That’s because I’m excited,” she replied happily.
“How come you’re never this excited about going to my races?” he asked jokingly.
She flipped him off. “I’ve never been to an all-girls race before,” she replied seriously . “And at your races, I’m always scared you’re going to bet me again. I’m not a piece of meat, you know.”
He rolled his eyes and focused on driving.
“Oh, you should know,” he announced after a while. “I love you. So, I’m never going to bet you again.”
“You’ve said that before,” she muttered angrily, too low for him to hear.
The next thing she knew, Carter was pulling into a small parking lot in front of a row of shops. People were milling around, and she could see cars lined up on the road. They seemed to be surrounding a blue muscle car. They both got out and wandered over to the muscle car.
“ W hose car is that? ” Kaitlyn asked.
Carter just sniffed dismissively. “Bekah’s.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “That is so cool.”
Carter shrugged. “It’s just a muscle car.”
“Excuse me?”
They turned around to see Rebekah, the owner of those words.
Carter rolled his eyes. “Hey, Bekah,” he said casually. “I think Katie like’s your car.”
Bekah grinned. “Well, she should. It’s a
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