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classic.”
    “What kind of car is it?” Kaitlyn asked, leaning against Carter’s car.
    “It’s a nineteen sixty-nine Shelby GT-500,” Bekah replied proudly. “I rebuilt it myself.”
    Kaitlyn had to admit it; she was impressed. “So, where’d you learn to do that?”
    Bekah smirked. “My dad taught me, before he and my mum went to jail, and before I got chucked in juvie.”
    Carter’s eyes bugged out of his head. “When did you got to juvie?” he cried, astonished.
    Bekah smirked. “When I stopped writing to you, you dumb shit. I stole a car, remember? Took it for a sweet as joyride. It was a cop car. ”
    Kaitlyn was secretly impressed. Bekah was a real badass chick.
    “So, do you wanna come for a ride?” Bekah asked Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn bit her lip and Carter scowled. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her waist.
    “No way, Bex,” he growled. “I like my girlfriend in one piece.”
    Bekah laughed. “Down worry, Carter boy, she’ll be fine with me. I’ll look after her.”
    Carter scowled. “It’s almost ten. Shouldn’t you be getting ready to race?” he asked pointedly.
    Bekah sighed. “Yeah. I’ll be back.” She ran off to the back of the building, leaving Kaitlyn wondering where she was going.
    She turned to Carter. “I wanna go in the car with Bekah.”
    He snorted. “No, Katie, no way. Bekah’s been in more near misses than I can count, not to mention her habit of breaking the rules. She’d get distracted with you in the car, and you’d both be killed.”
    She frowned. “So? You’d find some other chick no problems.”
    Carter looked down at her angrily. “If that’s really what you think, then why are you still here?” he snapped, before storming off.
    “God, what crawled up his ass and died?”
    Kaitlyn turned around and saw Bekah standing behind her, in a completely new outfit. Bekah’s ripped jeans, form-fitting tank top, and fingerless gloves looked intimidating, compared to her own outfit of short shorts, loose long sleeved white top and Nike high tops.
    She sighed. “He thinks if I get in the car with you, I’m going to die. He also got angry when I accused him of not caring.”
    Bekah snorted. “That boy needs a good kick up the ass. But about him not caring?”
    Kaitlyn looked up at Bekah. “What?”
    Bekah sighed. “Listen, Katie, if Carter didn’t really care for you, he wouldn’t have made you his girlfriend. Yes, he’s a loser who wants what he can’t have, and yes he’s a tool, but that’s only because his father is an abusive   dick   who always reminded him that   ‘real men don’t have feelings’ . He had to be a heartless dick growing up, and he’s just gotten stuck that way. Don’t worry. Those close to him can tell that he loves you. So, you coming or what?”
    Kaitlyn shrugged. “Do you think I should?”
    Bekah smirked. “Yeah, I do. Carter needs to learn to trust people, and let them do their own thing. You need to experience what it’s like to be in a race, before racing yourself.”
    Kaitlyn let out a huge nervous breath and nodded. “I’ll come.”
    Bekah grinned. “Awesome, now let’s get going.”
    She led Kaitlyn over to her muscle car and jumped in, motioning for Kaitlyn to do the same. Kaitlyn got in and Bekah started it up.
    “Nervous?” Bekah asked. Kaitlyn shook her head. “I bet Carter’s never taken you in one of his races, has he?” Kaitlyn shook her head again.
    “Well,” Bekah laughed. “Enjoy the ride.”
    It was odd, Kaitlyn thought, to be inside of a car, instead of starting the race, like she normally did. As she sat inside, she could feel the engine running and the grunt of it when Bekah revved the engine.
    “Ready…” the race marshal cried.
    Bekah revved the engine, earning a few impressed looks from onlookers. She ignored all of them.
    “GO!” the race marshal cried.
    Kaitlyn had to hold onto her seat as Bekah planted her foot and shifted up the gears, whipping quickly past the