"Wow that was....", I say. "Amazing, incredible, awesome", asks one of the riders. "You took the words right out of my mouth", I say.
"Percy", he says extending his hand. "Charlotte", I say taking his hand in mine. He couldn't be older than 17, yet he was here.....racing.
"So did you enjoy it", Dylan asks me. "Yeah, it was really cool", I say.
"I should probably get going. My 'Jefa' is probably waiting for me", Percy says referring to his mom.(Jefa means boss or mom in a sort of hood Spanish)
"Yeah we should probably get going too", Dylan says grabbing my hand. "I didn't get to see. Who won", I ask once we're back at the parking lot. "Bose, it means evil in German", he explains handing me a helmet.
"Oh", I say totally not understanding. "I don't think we can make it back to your house. We can crash at my place though, your dad won't get mad, right", Dylan asks starting the motorcycle. "Let me ask", I say pulling out my phone, walking a little away.
RING!RING!
"Hello", my dad's hoarse voice answers from the other side. "Hi dad, I was just letting you know I was staying at a friends house. The storm already started over here", I say looking at the thunder filled clouds.
"Charlotte.....you know how I feel about you staying over at other peoples houses", he says, I could already sense the long speech he was ready to give. "I'll be home early, bye love you", I say hanging up.
"He actually let you. You must be one good hell of a convincer, your dad seems like the type to not let you", Dylan says. "Yeah of course he let me, he knows I need to study hard", I say, lying. My dad would never let me, if he knew my "friend", was actually Dylan.
*****
"Home sweet home", Dylan says opening the door. His house was huge. What would I expect, he was 3 consecutive year derby winner. With that type of money what couldn't he buy.
"You can change in my room. Just grab some of the clothes from my closet", he says showing me to his room. The storm had started sooner than expected, so we got soaked.
"Okay", I say shutting the door behind me. Once I was finished drying off, I grabbed a loose T-shirt and threw it on. Leaving on my soaked shorts.
"Hey Dylan where do I put my wet clothes", I say stepping out of the room. "Dylan", I say looking in every room. "Dyl-", I say being stopped mid way.
I really didn't want to think like this. I really didn't, but when you see a guy soaking wet.....shirt less. Where else can your mind go.
*I'm sorry. I know it's been more than an month but i'm finally back....Yay! If your enjoying this story don't forget to comment and click the collection star and bull tag. And also read my other stories, which you can find on my profile.