- Are you going to the track, Alex? The race is about to start - I'll recognize him without even looking back. A herd of goosebumps went down my back, and I turned around to finally see Artiom close up.
- Thanks for the warning, Artyom, I'm out of here. I'll see you later, kid," I was beaten on the head and left. And I didn't care about the whole world anymore. He was standing so close, raise your hand and you can touch it.
- What are you doing here? Stefan, isn't it? This is not the place for people like you. Go back to Ravinsky's cafe. - He looked down at me from the top, evil, irritated. I looked down, swallowed my eyes. He doesn't know anything about me, why can't I be here?
- I love motorcycles, so let me see," whispered, biting my lower lip. In my world, the omegas, although a lot of things are allowed, but it's almost impossible to go against the words of the alpha, too much pressure. And when I heard Artem, it felt exactly like the real alpha.
- What are you saying," said Artyom, "since when do people like you wonder about something other than a penis in the ass?
It was a shame. I didn't say anything bad to him.
I turned around a hundred and eighty degrees and ran to the track. I'll prove it! I'll prove him wrong!
Finding a guy with dreadlocks was easy, so I ran to him. I think Artem called him Alex.
- Oh, baby, you want to touch my hair again? Or maybe... Hey, what are you crying about? Who hurt such a cutie, huh? - smiled at me. I wiped tears off my face and laughed. His easy flirting was so relaxing.
- Can you help me get back at the offender? Please let me drive for you. All the money you won will be yours.
- Won? Are you so confident in your victory? You're asking for serious things, kid," said the alpha. That is not an alpha, boy.
- Yes. I will win, trust me. I've been skating since I was fifteen.
He thought for more than five minutes and suddenly jumped up, pulling a helmet over my head.
- Okay! I will believe you, angel. Bring me victory.
I nodded and got on his Yamaha Super Tenere motorcycle, which was a little behind Artem's but still good.
Artem pulled up on the right.
- If you crash, it wasn't my fault to your brother.
I didn't pay attention to him, focusing on the race. The girl got off to the start. She swerved her ass and raised her hand and everyone was ready to go.
A jerk!
If Svyatoslav lived by cooking, I lived by speed. The sound of the roaring engine, the smell of rubber and an unimaginable feeling of freedom. Here, on the track, there was no father, who always expects too much from me, no husband, who takes me as an addition to my work, no problems about who I am and what role is assigned to me in this life. Only the speed, only you rule your life now.
On the last lap, already at the finish line, I opened my hands like a bird, without noticing how I smile in my mouth. Victory. I won.
Stop. I take my breath away and take off my helmet. Alex runs to me, picks me up and circles, looking at me with delight.
- You're gorgeous, damn it! It was a rooftop race! You are a star, baby!
- I told you I would win," I shook my shoulders. I looked back. Artyom was still standing by his motorcycle, looking at me with the same serene gaze. And I remembered his hurtful words again, and his unwelcome tears appeared again. I was such a rag.
- I want to go, sorry, good luck to you, - hugged my new acquaintance to say goodbye and ran to someone who understands me better than anyone else.
Why am I so clumsy in life? Rubbing a bruised leg, so wanted to cry into a voice, releasing all the resentment. I didn't go to the cafe at all, but I tripped and broke my knee.
- It was like a tweet," he knelt down, sniffing his nose.
- Like twenty-one years, but you act like a child.
Once again slowing down, I watched as Artyom approaches me and, having squatted down, examines my leg. And I couldn't breathe from such intimacy. A little later, it became clear that he had just called me a child with no brain.
- So what? Can't I just fall down and cry? What do you care? Maybe I'm looking for someone who's there...there...you know, - I couldn't repeat his words out loud. It was too dirty for me.
I pushed his hands away with titanic force and got up myself. He stood next to me and kept me out of it. He stood like a wall, stood up and kept silent. And I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I couldn't help it anymore.
- Gaaaad! Poggy gaaad," he wailed in his voice, saying that damn letter again, "hurt me for nothing. Fool, Aghtey. And your name is stupid, here!
And instead of beating him, I wrapped my hands around him and put a sack in his chest, waddling tears and sniffles on his shirt. He tried to unhook me, but who let him?
He roared with resentment at him, roared with happiness that he had touched him. I was carried shorter.