I Hate You...I Think (13 page)

             
"How could you choice that over me?" Roxanne howled running back in front of us. She pressed her boobs out toward him. Did she just call me a 'that'?

             
"Tell her off, Ever. It would better if you did than, Oliver," Jake whispered in my ear. I didn't normally like confrontation but she was drawing attention. Oliver couldn't exactly be mean to her or someone might do something.

             
"Hunny turn around at start walking," I threatened. Roxanne looked at me shocked.

             
Roxanne recovered quickly. "I'm not going to listen to you, bitch," she told me throwing her nose in the air. I was getting more annoyed by the minute. This stupid bimbo is about to get her ass kicked.

             
"I'm only going to tell you once. Get out of the way. Oliver, clearly doesn't like you, so move."

             
"That's not true, Oli loves me. You’re just some trailer trash he picked up, but I will forgive him," Roxanne smirked at Oliver. Okay, that does it, she's so dead.

Oliver released his grip from my waist as I stepped forward. I snapped my hand back and brought it to her face in one swift move. She hit the ground, her head bouncing off the hard packed dirt. She just lay there in shock. Oliver wrapped his arm around me again and we stepped around her. Looking around we had drawn quite a bit more attention.

              "Oli?" I said in a mock whinny voice like hers.

             
"That's enough, Ever," Oliver told me with a smirk.

             
"We should start calling you, Oli," Jake snickered.

             
"No, you shouldn't," Oliver grumbled clearly annoyed by the nickname.

             
"But, Oli. I like the nick name," I told him in a mocking voice. He leaned down pressing his mouth against the side of my head.

             
"If you don't stop I'll smack your ass in front of everyone," he purred into my ear. I looked up at him in horror. He just smirked.

             
"That is unless you want me too," he chuckled his lips still against my ear.

             
"I most certainly do not," I told him embarrassed. We made it to the group of people. A guy abruptly turned around and almost ran into me. He stopped and looked Oliver and me over.

             
"Sam," Oliver scowled. I looked the guy over. He had a red cap on sideways and mostly all red clothes.

             
"Oliver," Sam greeted in disgust. Then he looked me over. "Hey Babe, why you hangin around trash like this. If you want a real man come with me," He smirked pop his head up at me.

             
"No, thanks. I don't hang around with scum bags."

             
Jake snorted and laughed.

             
Sam frowned. "You’re the bitch from the other night, eh?"

             
Oliver looked pissed. "Get out my face jackass before I take your head off."

             
Sam sneered. "Yeah, yeah. Talk all the smack you want. Jason's going to be the one taking your head off."

             
"And, take this fine piece of ass from you," Sam leaned closer to me and Oliver tensed, Jake stepped forward.

             
"Even if it's by force," he smirked and chuckled turning he walked away. I was clinging on to Oliver's side. This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come. Freaking' psychopaths, whores and rapists. Of course I get myself into this crap.

             
"Oliver!" Another guy greeted. He walked up. Oliver let go of me and clasp his hand giving the guy a man hug.

             
"I was just wondering where you were. We're about to start. Iron clads first," the guy said shaking his head.

             
"Noobs," he scoffed. Then he took the time to look over Oliver's shoulder at us.

             
"And, who is this beautiful lady?"

             
I opened my mouth to tell him I was just a friend

             
"This is my girlfriend, Ever," Oliver said putting his arm around my shoulder. I stared at Oliver stunned. He just introduced me as his girlfriend!

             
"Well, hello, there Ever. That's an interesting name. I'm James," the guy said taking my hand and kissed it. My cheeks went a darker shade of red if that was possible.

             
"Err...it's nice to meet you, James," I smiled and gave Oliver a quizzical look.

             
"Well, you’re all marked down in the motor races,"

             
"Not all of us are racing this time," Oliver told him. James eyes shifted to me.

             
"Aww...gotcha. I saw the thing with Sam just now."

             
"Yeah, been having some problems with Jason and his clowns lately. After tonight's fight I'm sure things will change," Oliver smirked.

             
"Hopefully you crack his skull open. Trust me no one here is rooting for those sleaze bags," James said sourly. Hmm...Jason's really made some serious enemies. What an idiot.

             
"Well, I got to get things going. Maybe I'll see you later on the track, or at the ring. It was nice meeting you, Ever," James smiled. Oliver and James fist bumped then James left. Oliver spun me around and we headed back to the bikes.

             
"Oliver," I started.

             
"We'll talk about that later, Ever," he muttered pressing his lips to my ear. I shivered.

             
"Are you whispering sweet nothings into her ear?" Jake laughed. I reached out and hit him across the stomach, my face probably glowing red.

             
"About time. What took so long?" Alex asked as we walked up.

             
"We ran into Roxanne," Oliver said disgusted. Alex clicked his tongue and looking like me might throw up.

             
"Yeah, and Ever, decked her in the face," Jake grinned. Alex looked up at me startled.

             
"She called me trailer trash," I shrugged.

             
They looked repulsed. "She is the trailer trash," Oliver scoffed.

             
"Yeah, and apparently Ever and Oliver are dating," Jake smirked. There were a few startled remarks.

             
"Speaking of the, Oliver. Why did you tell him that?"

             
"I told you we'll talk about it later," Oliver told me scowling at Jake.

             
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm your student, hello," I told him.

             
"And, you have only know him a week," Jake put in.

             
"Jake, love ya, but butt out," I told him off handedly.

             
"You love me," Jake gave me a look of awe.

             
I groaned. "In a brotherly way."

             
"So if you love him in a brotherly way, do you love me?" Alex smirked.

             
"I love all of you okay," I groaned. How could two simple words dig me a hole so deep?

             
"But, how do you love us? In a brotherly way or otherwise," Oliver asked now smirking looking completely amused. I rolled my eyes and looked up.

             
"Wow, the clouds sure are pretty aren't they," I said. They laughed rolling their eyes at me. Jake smacked me on the back.

             
"Oww...” I smacked him back.

             
"I think we'll keep you. You’re just so easy to pick on," Jake messed up my hair and I smacked him again.

             
"Fighting already and the night hasn't even started yet," Alex snickered.

Chapter Eight

              Two cars were getting lined up on a line spray painted in the dirt.

             
"These first races are normal drag racing," Oliver told me. "Whoever gets down there first wins." He pointed down the line of cars. I glanced down and scene another spray painted line.

             
"That sounds easy," I frowned.

             
"We'll it all depends on how fast the car takes off. If ones slower taking off then they aren’t winning. It's all about the engine power. In this one you can only have a certain car and try to make the engine better than your opponents," Oliver told me.

             
He looked like a kid in a candy shop watching the cars getting ready to go. One of the cars was silver it looked like metal plates where painted onto the front of it. The other was yellow with a black cobra on the front. Some girl in a sports bra was in the middle of the cars. She jerked her hand down. People erupted into screams and cheers as both cars took off.

Dirt was flying, engines howling.
I watched in awe as they flew past the line gaining speed. They blew past us the wind snatched my hair blowing it across my face. I pushed out of my eyes. It was clear who the winner was; the yellow car pulled out ahead of the silver one and crossed the finish line. More cheering sounded around me. My heart soared. It was kind of exciting. As soon as the first two cars cleared out the next two took their place.

             
"How does it work? The yellow car won so is that he just wins?"

             
"No," Oliver shook his head. "See he won the next spot. Twelve cars race. There will be six winners from that, then there will be three and the last three winners will race for the first spot. The twelve chip in a bit of money at the start. Whoever wins in the end gets it all. The amounts usually about 30,000."

             
"Dollars?" I asked bewildered.

             
Oliver chuckled. "Yes, dollars."

             
"That's a lot of money," I muttered. Dang, with 30,000 I could pay for my whole college and apartment.

             
"That's why I said earlier I don't mind if I lose my job. I can still support myself, clearly," he smirked.

             
"Then why do you teach?" I asked him curiously.

             
"It's a long story. I'll tell you later," Oliver told me.

             
"You want to sit down?"

             
I nodded. I didn't like standing for long. He moved and helped me on his bike. I leaned over resting on it and watched the few races. They went by quickly and I was so excited. I was even cheering as well.

             
"It's the last race to determine the winner. Who do you thinks going to win this time?” Jake asked me.

             
"The orange one. The bluish purple is to slow," I told him leaning on the bike watching intently as the sports bra girl dropped the flag, she had magically found somewhere. The cars took off. I was right the orange one was in the lead.

             
"Yeah!" I yelled and jumped up and down. Suddenly the bluish purple cars wheel exploded and the car veered off the road. Good thing it had passed the line of cars. The car hit a dirt hill and went nose up into the sky. Flipping a few times it came to a gut wrenching stop.

The arena was dead silent.
The gang that owned the car bolted out to the mangled wreck. I held my breath watching. The seconds felt like hours as I watched them trying to pry the car door off. Finally they got it off and the driver popped out unharmed. The crowd roared in applause.

             
"Damn," Jake breathed. "That has got to suck."

             
"At least he didn't get killed then we'd have to stop the whole thing," Alex muttered. I looked back at him. How could he be so heartless?

             
Alex looked at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he apologized.

             
"So Ever," Oliver started. I looked up at him. He was leaning on the bike next to me.

             
"Are you going to be riding with me in the race?" He smirked.