Innocent love of a bad boy

Third Person’s P.O.V.     There was a deafening noise throughout the ground. Everyone was screaming like a maniac. Two cars were on the track and were trying to leave the other one behind. They were driving above 300 mph which were not half of their maximum speed. Yet, one could hear the roaring of their engines, screeching of their wheels on the track from afar.   Both the drivers were trying all their tactics to get past the other one. Both hit the paddle at the same time and increased their speeds that made the crowd cheer more aloud.   Tyler was driving his Lamborghini Aventador SVJ and was not so stressed as the other drivers. He was playing with the wheel in his hand and started driving in a zigzag motion with a speed of 350 mph now. His opponent was freaking out now as he was not getting any room to get past Tyler. The other driver was driving Ferrari Monza, and he had already reached the speed of 350 mph. He was head to head with Tyler but Tyler’s tactics were making him nervous. They were almost near the finish line.   Suddenly Tyler paced up and his car accelerated to the speed of 450 mph and ran straight to the finish line. Before the other driver could decide what to do next, Tyler crossed the finished line and suddenly his car took a 180-degree turn and was now running backwards on the track swiftly. The crowd cheered for him more loudly now.   He stopped his car near their point and came out from the car with a winning smile on his face.  His tall figure of 6 feet 1 inch with a right amount of muscles at their right places waved his hands to the crowd. He came to his friends with a huge smile on his face. His blonde long hairs flew a little in the air that made him more hot, attractive and sexy.   “You won again”, his best friend Neil made a comment on him and Tyler bowed his head a little in appreciation. They both looked at each other and then high fived. Neil was of the same height of 6 feet with a well-built body. A group of girls were looking at them hungrily as if they would eat both of them any soon.   “Hey guys”, they both heard a voice from behind and looked behind. A man in his early 40s came to him. “Hey Mr. Roberts…. I guessed that tonight you made a good sum”, Tyler said to him with a smirk on his face and Mr. Roberts nodded.   “You two are my best bet and I know that I will never lose my money on you”, he chirped and both chuckled. “But you two know how much risk I take for both of you. You two are underage and I will be doomed if anybody knows this”, he pointed out towards them and they both looked at each other while tilting their head a little.   “Relax Mr. Roberts. This is already an illegal underground battle. You will be doomed if anybody comes to know that you run this show every night here… at the outskirt of the city with teenagers”, Neil put his arms around Mr. Roberts’s shoulder as he was almost a foot shorter than Neil.   Mr. Roberts gave him a panicked look and Neil chuckled again. “Don’t ever try to threaten us Mr. Roberts. You earn a lot from us and it will be better for everyone if you keep your mouth shut”, Tyler gave him a cold look with threatening vibes.   Mr. Roberts looked at him scared and suddenly he started laughing nervously. “Chill guys”, he said in between his laugh and both scoffed. “I was just joking. Here…(he took out two packets from his jacket pocket)… your part of today’s win”, both of them snatched packets from his hand and gave him a warning look.   They both went to their cars. They both looked at each other in their way and burst out in laughter. Some girls tried to approach both of them but they shrugged them off. They disgusted them. Those were spoilt brats and could do anything to get the attention of hot rich boys. Most of them were minors but behaved worse than pr*******s.   “Let’s head to home, Tyler. Tomorrow is a school day”, Neil said to Tyler while opening the door of his Aston Martin DBS. Tyler rolled his eyes in frustration.   “Tell me again, why we need to go to school?” he said to Neil while opening his car’s door.   “This is because we are in our last year of senior school and need to complete our schooling to get admission in UNI”, Neil stated the fact and Tyle knocked his head lightly on the roof of his car.   “I hate school”, he made a disgusted face and Neil chuckled. “I love you too… now get in the car”, Neil said to him and both of them entered in their car and then sped up while having a light race between them.     Gwen’s P.O.V.     I was taking my shower while singing aloud “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever by Taylor Swift” that was running my room right now. I love Taylor Swift’s songs. They were awesome. I knew that I can’t sing but love to sing. So, here I was….. Singing in my bathroom while having my bath.   I came out of the bathroom in the towel while moving my hips in light movements along with the beats of another song that was of course again by Taylor Swift.   It was my first day of the last year of school and I was so happy. I will be out of this s**t hole that we called the school.  It was not I hate school. I was a nerd with a sharp knowledge of technologies and had a keen interest in automobile engineering.   Yeah… I was not other girls in school who loved their manicured nails and couldn’t bear dirt on their dress. I am everything that these high school b***hes couldn’t be.   I wore my faded blue jeans with an off white tank top. It was starting of summer and there was amazing weather here in Westchester. So, no need to wear anything warm right now. I looked at the mirror and winked at myself.   “Girl… how dare you to look so hot”, I spoke myself while posing like a professional model and then laughed. I was just 5 feet 4 inches with waist-length dark chestnut hairs that had little curls at the end. I had pale skin that made me an average teenage girl. I am lean but not skinny. I have the proper amount of flesh at proper places but still, I felt that it was not enough to make me attractive or something like….   I put my nude lip gloss on my thin lips and then made a pout while looking at my reflection in the mirror. I put my nude heels and picked up my phone and earplugs and started playing my favourite playlist. I took my glasses from my study table and put them on my face. Though my eyes were not weak, but I like wearing glasses.   I gave myself one last look and then went out of my room. It was already 7:30 A.M. and my first class was at 8:30 A.M. I still had an hour to reach school. I went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen.   I found our caretaker, Ms. Nathalie, in the kitchen preparing breakfast for me. She was in her late 40s and was taking care of me since I was of 2 years. She was a very cheerful soul with a short height of 5 feet and a chubby figure. I sniffed the air and my mouth water instantly with the delicious smell of pancakes.   My parents had very well paid jobs and both were successful in their respective fields. I was really proud of them. They were very hardworking and were doing well. They gave me everything except their attention and time that I needed the most.   “Good Morning Nathalie”, I greeted her and she looked all smiling while flipping the last pancake.   “Good Morning Sweetie… how was your sleep”, she asked me nicely. I picked up a plate and put some pancakes.   “It was good and I had very peaceful sleep last night”, I told her while stuffing my mouth with a pancake.   “That’s good. It’s your first day of last year. So, excited?” she was looking at me hopefully and I sighed.   “Well… yes… and no….”, I said to her while pursing my lips in annoyance. She chuckled while looking at me. She knew me very well. She knew how eagerly I wanted to complete my year here and then I will fly off from here.   “I don’t know why … but… I was having a feeling… that… this year will be different for you”, she said to me while looking a little up and then back to me while having a mischievous hint in her eyes.   I just shrugged my shoulders and finished my breakfast. I took my glass of juice that she had given me and drank the whole content.   “I will meet you in the evening Nathalie… bye”, I waved at her while picking up my backpack from the table and jogged out.   Let’s see what this year has brought for me.