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A sight for sore eyes, that's what this place is.
A frisson of sheer excitement shoots down my spine. This place is euphoric. There are people all around, like hundreds of them in leather jackets, piercings and tattoos. Bikes and sports cars are lined up on one side, and oh my god those bikes are gorgeous. This is definitely my scene. I've always wanted a tattoo but never had a potential companion, but now I have Ridge, so we'll bully him and make him get a tattoo. *cue the evil laughter*
"Why do you have such an evil glint in your eyes? You know that we are not here to kill anyone here, right?" Ridge's question brings me back to reality.
Oh right, I got carried away. Again.
"Shit, I was thinking about killing a few people and take them with me to fill the guest bedroom with dead bodies. You ruined my plans." I fake a dejected expression, my eyes downcast.
He chuckles, then takes my hand. "Come on, keep you killer instincts to yourself for one night. Neil just texted me saying they'll be here soon so let's head inside till then. And please, be with one of us the whole time. Don't go anywhere alone, please."
"Okay." I nod, not really paying attention, my eyes wandering around.
He stops abruptly, then faces me. "I'm serious Lydia, do not roam around alone. When I said that this place is not safe, I meant it. Please be with the group all the time, okay. Don't go anywhere alone. Anywhere. Promise me?"
He looks at me expectantly, his hand holding my wrist. "I promise Ridge. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Good, now let's go." Together, we walk inside, where the race is going to start. This place is very crowded. So, it takes us a few minutes to get inside. Out of nowhere, a dark figure steps in front of us. The guy is tall, but still a few inches shorter than Ridge. He is wearing a red leather jacket and a dark wash jeans. He is cute up close but he looks like a loser so fuck off buddy.
"Ridge Meanders, what a pleasant surprise," He smirks, looking me up and down.
Ridge sneers, his hold on my hand tightening. "Samuel Dickward, wish I could say the same."
Dickward? Heh.
"You know it's Rickward." His smirk falls off, his teeth gritting together in anger.
"Whatever you say, Dickward." Ridge smirks this time, his eyes shining with a challenging, murderous glint. "I don't have time for your petty issues with me."
"You think so high of yourself, huh. But let's see who wins tonight," he scoffs, his eyes on me. "Let's see who wins the prize tonight. Keep her close. She looks a little ferocious. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her, right?"
Confused, I look at Ridge who is busy glaring at this Dickward guy, his grip around my hands tightening. I can feel him lose control but I squeeze his hand to stop him. What prize is he talking about? And why is he looking at me like that? Who the hell does he think he is, threatening us like that? Threatening me like that?
I'll give him a piece of my mind.
I take a step forward, jabbing his chest with my finger. "Listen here Dick, you do not just threaten me or my boyfriend and get away with it so why don't you run away before I break those long legs of yours and throw them in the bonfire I'll be having after Ridge wins?"
He gives us a menacing look, before muttering, "This is not over." And then he walks away.
Good!
I look at Ridge to find him staring at me with a surprised look. "Wow. That was so hot."
"I try." I flip my hair dramatically, winking at him.
He laughs lightly, shaking his head.
"So, who was that guy?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
"My opponent for today and a complete dick," he answers, short and abrupt.
"And what prize was he talking about?"
"You don't have to worry about that. You'll find out about is soon enough," he replies, the corners of his lips lift up in a smirk.
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"Will someone tell me about the fucking prize the winner gets already?" I ask everyone, getting frustrated about the fact that I'm the only one who's clueless about this damn thing. Everyone just ignores me, completely engrossed in their own thing, which is nothing except for observing their surroundings and Ashton and Erica making out.
Okay. Enough is enough. I walk towards Bruce angrily and take hold of his ear and pull him away from everyone.
"Ow, ow, ow, jeez woman," he winces, but let's me drag him anyway. "It's hurting."
I stop when we are a little far away from others. "I don't care, just tell me about this damn prize before I lose my mind."
"You are one dominant woman. Ridge is gonna have his hands full with you," he grins cheekily, sliding his hands in his pockets.
I punch him in the stomach. "Start talking."
"Ow." He frowns, rubbing his stomach. "Ridge is so gonna kill me after this but if I don't tell you, I'm pretty sure Ridge won't have any part of me left to kill."
"You pick up fast. Now speak." I glare at him.
"It's nothing significant. It's just that the winner of the race gets to kiss one guy/girl of his choice after the race ends," he tell me.
What? Kiss?
Yes Lydia, kiss. You know, when one set of lips touch another. That's called a kiss.
But wait, it's not necessary that Ridge will kiss me. Wait, he will, because I'm his girlfriend. Shit, shit, shit, shit. We never talked about kissing. And that too in front of so many people. Holy crap. I'm screwed. But what if Ridge doesn't win?
Let's see who wins the prize tonight.
That Dickward Samuel!
It's fine Lydia, it's just a kiss. Ridge will win, he has to win or I'll kill him. I'm not kissing that dick. And that came out wrong!
You don't have to freak out about it. You are Lydia Herrington. You never back down from a challenge so just go with the flow.
"Hello, violent woman?" Bruce's voice breaks me out of my inner battle. "Dreaming about the kiss?"
I glare at him. "No, I was thinking about different ways to kill you. You up for choking?"
"Kinky." He winks, then adds, "But leave the kinky part between you and Ridge."
"Shut the fuck up."
He chuckles. "Come on, let's go. The race is about to start."
Nodding, I follow him where the rest of our friends are.
Erica runs towards me. "You excited, hun?"
My frown turns to a full blown grin. "Very."
"Great." Trish pipes in from my side. When did she even get here?
"Guys, it's starting." Neil's voice catches our attention. We all huddle together, right by the race track. Ridge and Dickward stand by each other, both of them glaring at one another.
I make my way towards Ridge who looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
I stand right in front of him and bend a little so my mouth is aligned to his ears and whisper, "Just remember that you'll be the only one I'll kiss tonight if I have to so make sure that you win."
"I plan on winning everything tonight. Just wait and watch." He grins wickedly, placing a feather light kiss on my cheek.
Smiling, I turn around and walk away and stand right by my friends, who are gawking at me. "What? I was just wishing him good luck."
"Sure you were." Eric smirks.
I just roll my eyes at him and focus on the scene in front of me instead. Ridge and Dickward get ready for their races, wearing their helmets and climb on the motorcycle. A girls steps in front of them, speaking to them softly, probably explaining the rules. Both the boys nod their heads at her. She gives them both a pat on the back and steps aside before picking up the microphone, tapping on it twice.
"So, are you guys ready for the big race of tonight?" She yells, giving the spectators a big grin. "GIVE IT UP FOR RIDGE AND SAMUEL!"
Everyone around us start cheering and hooting.
She takes out a gun from the holster, attached to the back of her jeans and lifts it in the air. I'd like to believe that she know how to use one, or else it will not be very safe for any of us around. Or the gun is not a real one. But anyways, she looks at Ridge and Dickward and signals them something. And then, we hear the gunshot. Both the bikes zoom past us in full speed and then the crowd starts to go in a state of frenzy, cheering.
Trish takes my hand and drags me somewhere with the rest of the group. "Come on. We can see the race on those big screens." She points to a big screen on which we can clearly see the race. Currently, Dickward is in the lead but after a few seconds Ridge increases his speed and overtakes him and moves past, leaving him behind. Both the boys move through the obstacles, Ridge in lead by a few metres. The distance of the race is not too much, only 5 miles, so the race will be over in a few minutes. My eyes light up in excitement as the race comes to an end.
"THE WINNER WILL BE HERE IN A FEW SECONDS GUYS. KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED."
Involuntarily, I cross my fingers tight, hoping that Ridge comes before that bloody Dickward. A bike moves past the ribbon and stops right in front of the girl. I scream in excitement when I see the bike.
It's Ridge!
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER! GIVE IT UP FOR RIDGE MEANDERS GUYS!"
He removes his helmet, and gets off his bike. His eyes meet mine through the crowd that has gathered around him to congratulate him. He makes his way through the mass of people, shaking hands of everyone in the way and stands right in front of me, giving me a crooked smile. "So, are you impressed?"
"Very," I whisper, giving him a full blown grin, my eyes twinkling with relief and happiness.
His arms snake around my waist, bringing my body close to his. Very close. My arms go around his neck, threading through his untamed and sweaty hair, but I don't care right now. His eyes bore into mine as he speaks, his voice low and husky. "How about I claim my prize now?"
My heart skips a beat at his statement.
His lips brush against mine. Not in an innocent way, but in hot, passionate and demanding way. Like he's been craving it for weeks. My brain is warning me to pull away, but my heart wants more. I forget about my surroundings and lose myself in him when he slams his lips on mine and knocks out all the air in my lungs. I hardly have a moment to gather, before his tongue touches the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. Our lips move against each other, demanding yet gentle. His fingers weave through my hair, tugging at it slightly. I skim my hands up, though his chest, settling on his neck.
We break apart when we realize that our lungs need air to breathe. He rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes, breathing deep. I take deep breaths to calm my racing heart. He opened his eyes after a few seconds, his lips stretched up in a big smile. I sink into his hold, smiling softly.
"Looks like Ridge was more into the prize that the race itself!" The girl's voice through the speakers breaks our little moment. Everyone around us laughs and cheers for us.
"He's whipped Lina. Don't mind him," Bruce yells, earning chuckles from our group and others around.
"Shut up Bruce." Both Ridge and I say at the same time.
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Brb, currently obsessing over the kiss.