Untitled/ Unfinished Novel. Part 1

This is the untitled and unfinished novel I've been working on for the past few years. I've written more of it, but didn't want to make the post a mile long.

Untitled/ Unfinished Novel

My two passions in life:

Motorcycles and Racing

So, I decided to move to Orland, Florida and go to Motorcycle Mechanics Institute (MMI) to learn how to work on bikes.
After a few months, I got a job, one that I hated with a passion…sales. After a while, I was going crazy, I had to find something else….anything else. Since I was going to school at night I had to find something that didn’t require me to get up early, I hate getting up early.
Friday night I was on my way home from school, I take a kick-ass road called Trade Port every night. It’s mostly curves within a 2-3 mile span with minimal lights; of course, I’m always speeding down it. The speed limit is 30 or 40 but I’m not really sure, I’ve raced and won a dozen or so races down this road. I’m good but it’s mostly because I’m crazy. I drive a Nissan Sentra, which isn’t the fastest car out there. It has decent bottom end and torque but it’s no Vette.
Anyway, like I was saying, I was coming home from school Friday night doing about 70 and weaving in and out of the little traffic that there was, when out of nowhere this person in a black Mazda 3 is up my ass.
I speed up, he speeds up, neck and neck thru the curves back and forth in the lead, I start to wonder, how is this possible? I’m good but his car can blow mine out of the water. I knew the light was coming up around the bend, I down shift and take off. As I sit waiting at the light, he comes rolling up and asks me to pull into the 7-Eleven across the street. I can’t explain it, but something told me to do it.


Getting out of my car he looked at me and said, “Damn you’re good”


“Thanks” I said.


“I’m Jack,” He said holding out his hand.


Shaking his hand, I said, “I’m Tayla, but you can call me Tay.”


Jack was about 6’3” with dark brown spiked hair and brown eyes.


“So why did you ask me to pull in here?” I asked him


“I’m impressed. One that you can take those corners so fast and two that you can do it in that car”. Also, if you pass the test, I want to offer you a job.”


“Um, Thanks”. Feeling just a little confused, but I wanted to know more.


“A job” I said “well I don’t know about that. I go to school at night and….”


“Yes a job, I know but don’t worry about school. Where do you go anyway?”


“MMI, it’s Moto-“


“Motorcycle Mechanics Institute, I know, one of my boys goes there too.” He said.


“Ok, so explain”


“Alright, I work for Mazda; well actually they’re my sponsor. Have you ever heard of the U.S.R.A.?”


“Yeah, a little bit. That’s the legal street racing league.”


“Actually, it’s the US Racing Association. So yeah, it’s basically the legal street racing association. At least that’s what everyone knows it by.”


“There are about 15 teams in the States and my team, The Dragons, is 100% sponsored by Mazda. We’re ranked in the top 5 and we are looking for a new member.”


Ok so now I am really confused. “And you want me!?! Why?”


“Well let me explain.” He began.


“There are four to six members to every team. We have three right now. There are four types of races. Type one is drag Racing. Type two is basically NASCAR, you go in a circle and there is a point system. Type three is the barrel race. Last, but not least, Type four is what we call the Twisty. It’s a lot like Trade Port but longer and with more corners.”


“Right now, my boy Chris is doing the Twisties and Drag Racing, which is hard. He’s the best we’ve got, and that’s where you come in.”


“So, you want me to race the Twisties?” This was turning out to be a good day.


“Exactly, I’ll write down the directions to the track. Can you meet me there say… tomorrow around 11 am?”


“Yeah that sounds good but I have some questions about this….”


“Yeah I figured but first things first, you gotta pass the test. Although, I’m pretty sure you will. After that we’ll go over everything, sound good?” he asked giving me the directions.


“Sure, I can live with that.”


“Sweet, my cell number is on there in case you get lost,” he said smiling “I’ll see ya tomorrow Tay.”


“Definitely”


Getting back into my car, I just couldn’t believe this was real. Tomorrow’s gonna be very interesting. I clutched that piece of paper all the way home.

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The next day I met Jack and the rest of his team at their track by I-4.


“Hey” Jack said as I was getting out of my car.


“Hey” I replied.


“You ready for the test?” he asked.


“Yeah, but I got one question, what kind of test is this exactly?”


“Well remember I was telling you about my boy Chris?


“Yeah” I said nodding “He’s the one who races both the Drag race and the Twisty”


Smiling he said, “Yeah, you’ll be racing him. If you win you get the job, are you up for it?”


Trying to hold back my excitement, I said, “Of course I am. When do we start?”


“Right now”


We walked up to the entrance of the track and Jack opened the door for me. As I walked in, I noticed that the room was huge, with a big screen T.V. on the wall to left, with leather chairs and a couch in front of it. To the right was a Safire blue velvet pool table and four bar stools around it.


Jack led me forward to where the elevator was and hit the up button.


“What is this room?” I asked as we waited


“This is our relaxing room when we need a break from everything. You know how baseball players have a clubhouse?”


“Yeah” I answered, looking confused


“Well this is our clubhouse and compared to theirs, ours is the Ritz.” He said laughing as the elevator door opened. We stepped in and he hit the button for the third floor.


“Damn, how big is this place?”


“Big” he answered, “When you get the job I’ll give you the grand tour”


“Cool” I said, as the elevator doors opened


We walked into what looked like a conference room. It had a huge table with fifteen chairs around it and four guys were already sitting at it. I’m starting to get a little nervous at this point and I start to think, what have I gotten myself into?


As we got a bit closer, everyone stood up.


“Hey Jack, What’s up?” one of the guys said. He was about 5’9” with dark brown hair and green eyes.


“So where is this new guy you were telling us about?” another one asked, he had to be 6’ tall with dirty blonde hair underneath a Fox hat and grey eyes.


“You mean girl, and I know I told you she was a girl. She’s standing right next to me.” Jack told him. “Don’t be an ass Chris.”


“I thought you were joking, dude. A girl? Really?” he asked skeptically.


I looked back at Jack and said, “Wow, he’s an observant one isn’t he? What gave me away, the long hair or my boobs?”


Everyone but Chris busted out laughing.


“What, are you saying I’m stupid?” Chris asked.


“No, I’m saying it’s the 21st century, women can do anything men can do. And usually we do it better.” I said and smirked.


“Well, why don’t you put your skills where your mouth is and get this interview over with so I can prove you wrong.” He told me.


I looked at him over my glasses and said, “Well lets go big shot, I can’t wait to see you lose your second job.”


“Ok, ok, before we start that, can I at least introduce you to everyone?” Jack asked.


I looked up and smiled, “Yeah, sure, go for it.”


Jack just shook his head, “Ok, this ass to my right, as you’ve figured out is Chris. That (He pointed to the guy with brown hair and green eyes.) is Matt, he does the NASCAR type race. The guy to his left is Mac, (Mac looked to be about 5’7” with blonde hair and blue eyes.) he’s our manager. And well… James apparently didn’t feel like showing up today. Guys, this is Tay.”


“Hey, how’s it goin?” Matt asked.


“Hey, pretty good. Thanks.” I replied.


“Nice to meet you.” Mac said


“Ditto” I told him.


“Oh, Jack, by the way, James said he had an appointment and will be by later.” Mac informed him.


“So, when can we get this over with so we can start looking for a new member for real?” Chris asked.


Jack rolled his eyes and sighed, “Well let’s start now,” he looked at me and asked, “You ready?”


“As ready as I’ll ever be. One question though, what am I racing?” I asked him


“A car, duh.” Chris answered.


“Oh, wow really? I thought we were racing go karts.” I said sarcastilly, “No shit, I meant, am I using my car? Cause then it’s not quite fair, since my car isn’t up to par with yours.”


Jack shot Chris a look before he could open his mouth, “No you’ll be using my car. It’s exactly the same as his. This way it’ll be 100% fair. That work?”


“Yeah, sure.” I told him.


“Ok, lets get to it then!” Mac said enthusiastically.



To Be Continued….

He said, She said. Circa 2005

He said, She said.

 I watched her as she walked into the room, drawing attention like a rock star, though I know she hates getting that much attention. Her hair was down and straightened with her sunglasses on top of her head. She had on a blue tank top with a black button down shirt over it. She wore her faded jeans and her gray three inch heel boots. As she walked into the room, she looked around for anyone she knew, she saw me, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. And she smiled that gorgeous smile of hers too. I was happy she could make it, since she was one of the only people I really wanted to be able to come. She was amazingly beautiful, but if you told her that, she’d think you were full of shit. Trust me, I’ve tried. But I love the fact that she’s beautiful and amazing and doesn’t even know it. I mean she’s smart and funny and amazing in every way. Some guys may think that she’s not that attractive, but they’d be dead wrong. She has this beautiful curvy full figured body, shoulder length, chestnut brown hair and these brown eyes, that when she looks at you, she makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room. And I have no idea what I did to deserve such an awesome girl.


~*~*~*~*~


He was leaning against the wall in the back of the room waiting for someone. Was it me? No probably not, it’s probably one of his friends he’s waiting for. He looks so hot tonight…not that he never didn’t look hot. He wore his black Bruins hat backwards and had on a dark blue quick silver t-shirt on. He wore faded baggie jeans, that he’s probably had forever, and gray sneakers. I was so happy when I saw him; it was his idea for me to come to this anyway. As I was walking over, he saw me and smiled that smile that made my heart melt. He was amazing in every way, shape and form. Though he never thought he was all that special. He was dead sexy, smart, and sweet and always made me laugh. And he always made me feel like I was the most special girl in the world. It’s weird how the most special guys, never know just how amazing they really are.

Courtyard Ass. Circa 2004

Courtyard Ass


He was leaning against the brick wall that was our school on the north side of the court yard. He had his legs crossed, ankle over ankle and his arms crossed over his chest. His platinum blonde hair practically glowed in the sun. He was talking to one of his friends but his intense emerald green eyes were searching the court yard. He saw me and had a smug little smile on his face.


He was an ass, plain and simple, and I hated him. But I was the only girl in school that didn’t drool over him. Just because he had a penis and a car, he thought he was the shit. Sometimes I just wanted to beat that stupid smug smile off his face.


He was on our school football team but didn’t get much playing time. No one noticed, or cared, he was popular, rich and hansom, and that’s all that mattered to them. It was amazing what looks and money could get you.


The only good thing about him was that he was fun and easy to make fun of. Especially when he tries to hit on me. Apparently he hasn’t figured out that I hate him, I’m bi and I have a girlfriend.


He walked over, confidence radiating off of him like heat from the sun. I wonder if he’ll just take a simple ‘No way in hell would I ever go out with you.’ Or if I’m actually going to have to hit him to get it through his thick head. Hmmm… maybe I’ll bring Sam into school sometime. Maybe if he actually sees that I do have a girlfriend he’ll get the hell away from me.


“Hey Cass, How’s it hanging?” He asked, giving me, once again, his stupid smug smile.


Do other girls actually fall for this crap?


“Oh Brad, what are you doing on this side of the court yard? Your ego too big for one side?” I asked, being as sarcastically nice as I could.


“Good one Cass, I just wanted to come over and say Hi, and to see if you needed a ride home. Did I tell you my parents got me a new Jeep for my birthday? It’s fully loaded, leather seats, a CD player, everything.”


“Oh wow, don’t you feel special. Thanks, but no thanks, I’ve got a ride.”


“My car isn’t the only thing fully loaded, you know.”


Did he really just say that? Please, where does he get this shit? What does he Google ‘lame ass lines to get her into bed with you’? Actually I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.


“That’s great and all, but one, I don’t give a shit and two, I’m taken. So take your pathetic sorry ass, and go fuck some freshmen.”


“Oh Cass, that hurts, it really does. So who’s the lucky guy?” He asked all curious.


See this is his problem; he can’t stand to know that there are girls in his small world that would actually pass him up.


“Girl.” I told him, with one of my own smug smiles.


“What?” He asked puzzled.


Maybe if he got his head out of his ass, he’d know I had a girlfriend.


“I have a girlfriend.” I said rolling my eyes.


“Oh so you really are a fag, Hun, I bet one night with me and you’ll never want anything else.”


Oh shit, he so did not just called me a fag. Pete, who was standing a few feet away from me, observing the scene, as he usually does perked right up when he said that.






“Oh please, I know bananas that could do a better job than you. And I’m not a fag. Call me that again and I’ll kick your ass.”


“Oh please baby, I’m a hundred percent all man…”


A hundred percent all man? What the fuck does that mean? Where does he get this shit, honestly?


“…And you couldn’t kick my ass even if you wanted to.” He said with a smirk.


“Well, I could, I want to, but I don’t have to.” I told him.


Pete started to walk over to us, who also happens to be my best friend. And for these comments, he’ll kill him. He’s a hundred percent supportive of me, has been and always will be. Pete’s the man; he’s smart, funny, and nice and could bench press a truck if he wanted to.


“What do you mean you don’t have to?” He asked confused.
Pete’s also on the football team. He’s the number one line backer in the state. And you don’t want to get on his bad side, which includes pissing me off.


“That’s just what I mean, I don’t have to kick your ass, and I already know someone who wants to kill you.” I said.
Pete’s the captain of the football team, which is one of the main reasons why Brad doesn’t get much playing time, and the fact that he sucks. Pete’s not your stereotypical dumb jock. Actually he’s nowhere near dumb. His favorite class is AP chem and his GPA is like a 3.9. He’s still pissed about not getting that 4.0 yet.


“Who’d wanna kill me?” He asked smiling.


“Me.” Pete said, he was standing right behind me, his arms crossed over his chest.


“Good timing. Do you always have to make a big entrance?” I asked, looking up and smiling at him.


“Yeah, you know me, always.” He said smiling.


“Why do you want to kill me?” Brad asked.


It was never a good thing when the captain of the football team wanted to kill you, especially when he’s 6’4”, 250 pounds and practically all muscle.


“Well that’s an easy question. You called her a fag, you suck at football, when you think you’re like Tom Brady or something, you’re annoying and act like a total dick head. Is that a good enough reason for you or should I go into more detail?”


“Uh…no, no that’s ok. Well now I know how you really feel…” He actually looked bummed, weird.


“Oh don’t act like no one’s ever said it before. Well, I guess never to your face anyway.” Pete said.


And at that he just walked away, like a dog with his tail between his legs.


“Wow I figured he’d at least say something before retreating” I said.


“Yeah me too… that was weird.” Pete looked confused, me too.


“Well, maybe he finally figured out it wasn’t worth getting his ass kicked over.”


Pete just looked at me with his head cocked and one eyebrow raised.






**~**~**~**~**~**






She laughed at that look, as she always did. It was amazing how I could get her to laugh with just a simple look.


“Please the kid isn’t that smart.”


“Yeah I guess that’s true” she said smiling.


“What’s his problem anyway? There’s like a hundred different girls in this school who want to be with him, and he picks the one girl that hates him. Man, that’s just fucked.”


“That’s his main problem. He wants what he can’t have, and he actually thinks he might get it.” She shook her head making her pony tail hit both sides of her head.


“Yeah, I guess guys are just dumb that way.” I said with a smirk.


It was true too. Some guys just didn’t get that there are girls out there who don’t like them for reasons you never knew. I learned that the hard way, and it wasn’t fun.


“You mean you’re actually dissing your own kind?”


“Ha.ha.ha…yeah, well you know it’s true for girls too.”


“Yeah what is up with that anyway? I mean, the girls that should have a great guy don’t, and the bitches that don’t deserve them, have them.” She said, again shaking her head.


“We both know life never makes sense.” Just then the bell, that sounded more like a church bell, went off. Time for class.


“Ah shit, is it really time to go back to that hell hold?” She asked.


“Yep”


“What do you have first by the way?” She asked.


“Um….let me think….” Not art, I have that second….


“Insert jeopardy theme song here.” she said to me sarcastically.


“Yeah bite me, it’s early, I’m not fully awake yet. And I think I have Spanish.” I told her.


“Cool, I have history…I think…maybe….”


“Good I’ll walk you"