A Quarter Mile Away

15 - The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fun fact about me: I don't like ice-cream or cake as much as the average person does. I can go without eating any of it. What about you guys?

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Please listen to The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez for this chapter

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"It's always held Friday or Saturday nights at 11pm up near Mount Louise, corner of King street and Spencer street" the voice on the other line clarified.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips "Isaac, you are a legend! Thank you." Isaac was my right-hand man when it came to racing.

He was originally friends with Noah, practically brothers, something came between them and they started to drift but after everything that happened between Noah and I, Isaac pretty much chose me and told Noah where to go.

It was a risk calling him but thankfully he confirmed that he was not friends with anyone back home since I left, so at least I knew my secret was safe with him. He would always remind me saying "You're my sister from another Mr."

"So you back full time? You practically took over the streets here after beating Noah."

"Please don't remind me. And no, it's just one race. This stays between us ok?" My tone became very assertive. I didn't need anyone knowing about this.

"You know I love ya and got your back boo bear, I'd never help that shit head look for you or know where you are!"

I smiled at the anger in his voice and the little nickname we have for each other.

"I love you too, you rock my world Isaac!" We said our goodbyes before ending the call. After I ended the call, I couldn't help but think back on some of the times I had shared with Noah, some weren't all that great.

I was sixteen when I met Noah through school. He practically owned his year level which was the one above mine. Noah was gorgeous in every sense. He had perfect short brown hair that always stayed in its upright position, a full teeth boyish smile, beautiful pale blue eyes, dark thick eyelashes, perfectly shaped jawline and a toned body. He was a dominant individual, both emotionally and physically. Everyone wanted to be him, be his friend or date him.

At the time, I was innocent and naive, he took interest in that and took interest in me. Typical cliché story, we fell in love, I was head over heels for him. After all, he was my first love. My first in everything to be honest.

One night Noah took me to the street races where he was competing, he wanted me to be there with him because he wanted to "share this side of his life" with me. Of course he won, big!

After a few weeks of going and observing him, I became obsessed with it. He saw that I took interest in the race and offered to teach me how to race and how to win.

Of course I took that opportunity up, he taught me everything I needed to know about racing, when to break, drift, accelerate etc. We started off with cars first and then eventually moved to motorbikes, which I enjoyed a lot more.

On my 17th birthday Noah brought me a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R.