DOUBLE BETRAYAL

POV:BENTLEY

“Ugh! This red light seems to be taking forever!” I yell to myself, as I wait at the intersection. At least I’m in front of the cars on my motorcycle.

Taking off my helmet I take a drink of water, and wipe my brow, because of how hot it is out here, before putting the black helmet back on.

Suddenly feeling an extremely fast tapping on my shoulder causes me jump, and my heart to race. Turning my head I see the most beautiful tan girl, with layered long dark brunette hair, with piercing blue eyes, who looks to be about seventeen, which just happens to be my age.

Out in the open, I can’t lock the doors to my car, so I’m hoping she’s not a crazy person as I ask, “Can I help you with something?”

As she glances backwards, I can tell that she’s been running, not only because she’s using my bike to hold herself up, but by the way that she’s heavily breathing.

Looking back towards me she takes a deep breath before talking incredibly fast, “I know this is a big ask, but could you please give me a ride?” I’m about to deny her when she adds, “You can drop me off at that school just up there, but I really need to get away from someone. Please I know you’re a good person, and I really don’t want to get into any of these cars with people who I don’t know if they’re trustworthy or not.”

She glances at the light, behind her and that’s when I see the guys running after her, and then back towards me.

I usually wouldn’t do this, but in my gut I feel like it’s the right thing to do, so I say, “Just up to the school, and then you’re going to have to find your own ride.”

A huge smile appears on her face as she quickly puts her leg over the back of my motorcycle, and puts her hands around my waist.

Grabbing my extra helmet, I hand it to her. “Put this on. And quickly.”

She does as she’s told, and then I feel her arms around me again just as the light turns green, so I take off.

Turning into the high schools parking lot, I park and she gets off of my motorcycle, handing me the extra helmet, and I can’t help but to ask, “So why were those guys chasing you?”

“I may have punched one of them. But he deserved it if that helps at all. Only problem is he’s not the best of guys, so I had to get out of there before something worse happened to me,” she explains.

“And how do you know that I’m not a bad guy? You know jumping onto random people’s motorcycles is usually how people get killed, or worse.”

She retorts with a devious grin, “Yeah and letting random people ride on your bike usually ends in the same result, yet look at us, we survived!” And she puts her hands in the air briefly. “Plus I could’ve just jumped off of your bike, while as if I had gotten in a car, they could’ve locked me in, and that would’ve been a lot worse, don’t you think?”

She turns towards me. “Thanks for the ride Hockey Boy! And nice bike.”

Confused I watch her walk away with her black ripped jeans and leather jacket, I yell, “How do you know I play hockey?”

Looking over her shoulder, she answers, “That’s for me to know, and you to know if you ever see me again, which is unlikely. Plus just looking at you says hockey player.”

Even more confused I watch her unlock a 2014 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, but first she pops the hood and looks underneath as I stare at a huge black, gold and white firebird.

Once she’s satisfied with whatever she was checking, she gets in, gives me a wave, and speeds off. And I’m a little ashamed to say that I may be following her. Don’t worry I made sure that I was far enough back that she doesn’t see me, but after everything I had to know where she was going. And as I pull into a underground, closed down garage, with too many cars to count, and I see racing, which I’m willing to bet isn’t legal, I begin to have second thoughts about my choices.

Parking I get off, taking off my helmet, as I watch her laugh and hug a bunch of people before I hear an announcer say that the next racers are, ‘The Beauty’ against ‘King.’

Watching her get high fives from a bunch of people, before she walks over to—what I’m guessing is—her pit crew that are checking her engine. They then shut the hood of her car, and nod to her. I then watch as she gets in, and drives to the starting line.

After the flag is dropped they take off at speeds I’ve only seen in movies. But I figure since she’s no longer there I can go closer without her noticing that I’m here. So I run to the side where everyone else is watching, and I have to admit that she is an amazing driver. She really knows what she’s doing, drifting the corners, and blocking ‘King’ from passing her every chance he gets, once she’s fully in front of him that is.

She passes the finish line first, and I hear the squealing of tires as they both stop. Taking that as my cue to leave I run back to my bike. I smile as I watch everybody celebrating, and jumping around her. Kick starting my bike I’m about to take off, but I see her running straight towards me, and I know that she’s seen me; I’ve been caught.

Smiling the biggest smile, she walks straight up to me. “I would bet every dollar that I just made that this isn’t the place that you were driving to. So I have to ask: why did you follow me?”

Shrugging I admit, “Curiosity I guess. I’ve never had a random girl jump on my bike because she has no ride, just for me to drop her off at her car that turns out to be a Firebird. I had to know where you were going?

“You were amazing by the way. Who taught you to drive?”

She laughs a dry laugh. “Umm. I guess you could say it was my Dad, but he doesn’t want me racing…too afraid I’ll get hurt, so that’s why I do it here, instead of at a track. But since he was/still is a really amazing racer, I guess you could say it’s in my blood. I just happen to be a girl, and too fragile.

“Listen I’m going to need you not to tell anyone you saw me here alright?” She urges as if we run in the same circles.

“Okay I won’t. But I don’t even know you. So I don’t know how I would tell anyone that you—who I don’t even know your name by the way—was here, or that anyone would even care,” I add.

Nodding her head, she pleads, “Even so. If you could keep this a secret from everyone that would be amazing. Like not even tell a soul that you saw anyone race, especially a girl, you would be a lifesaver!”

“I will on one condition,” I comment.

Folding her arms and leaning against my handle bars her whole demeanor changes as she asks with that sexy devious grin, “Oh and what is that?”

“Well this can’t be the last time I see you. I do have to find out how you knew I played hockey…Soo if you give me your number, then I won’t tell anyone.”

Nodding with pursed lips, she points out, “And why should I give my number to someone who’s basically blackmailing me for it?”

Smiling, I try to pursue, “Because I’m dashingly handsome. And I think you’re amazing, and would like to get to know you better. Plus the blackmailing was an accident. I’m not that kind of person; I promise.”

Smiling she rolls her eyes before ordering, “Hand me your phone.”

Doing as I’m told, she types her number into my phone. And then calls her phone.

Handing it back she says, “You should be happy, I don’t give my phone number to just anyone.”

I smile answering, “Very! Your name isn’t actually B though. What is it?”

“No, my name isn’t B. But to you, right now it is. I still don’t know you. If you get to know me better maybe you can find out my real name.”

I wait but she doesn’t ask, so I question, “Don’t you want to know my name?”

“If you really want to tell it to me?” B answers.

Looking at her with curiosity. “If you didn’t know my name then what would you put in your phone under my number?”

Shrugging, she answers, “I was just going to put Motorcycle Man and find out your name as we got to know each other later.”

Smiling, I introduce myself, “It’s Bentley.”

“Can I still call you Motorcycle Man, or maybe Bent?” She asks.

“If you really want to, but if people don’t call me by my name they usually call me Ben.”

“Yeah, but Ben is too common. And I like to be original.”

Smiling I comment, “I can tell. Nice car by the way!”

Briefly glancing back, she has a glint in her eye when she looks back towards me. “Oh that old thing. Yeah I love her like my own child.”

“So why were you checking under the hood before at the school parking lot earlier? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Chuckling she replies, “Are you sure you want to know? Because I think you might be deleting my number afterwards. It’s a lot of drama.”

Leaning on the gas tank, getting closer to B I retort, “Well now I have to know.”

“You know that guy I was running from?” I nod my head. “Well if you hadn’t noticed my car isn’t one that you see everywhere, so I was making sure either him, or one of his friends, didn’t see my car and decide to cut the breaks. I love, and value my life too much to have it end now. And I certainly don’t want my death to be because of him.”

Nodding I comment, “You do sound like you have some drama going on. But it doesn’t sound like it’s your fault.” With that her smile is so big it actually shows her teeth.

After a minute, she steps back away from my blue Harley. “Alright then Motorcycle Man, I hope to be hearing from you later. But I have some things to take care of over at my car. You have a good night, and stay safe!”

And then she turns and begins to walk away as I yell after her, “Hey shouldn’t that be my line?” I can tell by the way she shakes her head that, if she’s not laughing, she’s at least smiling.

As she reaches her car, I watch as she gets handed a wad of cash, I just shake my head wishing I had won that bet, and drive off, already extremely late.

Pulling up to my house, I park my bike in the garage, walking into the house, and seeing that everyone is already at the dinner table.

“Is there a reason that you are late Bentley?” My father scolds.

Nodding my head, I sit down. “There is. Practice ran a little late, there was a bunch of traffic, and then there was this thing with a girl. She needed help getting away from a guy that was trying to attack her…I really tried to be here on time.”

Grunting he says, “Fine! But next time if you could be here on time, we’ve all been starving waiting for you.

“So is the girl okay?” My father surprisingly asks.

“Oh yeah. I got her away from him and to her car that was parked a ways away. I’m guessing she went to the mall or something with someone else and they met, and drove in the other person’s car. But I made sure that she was safe before coming here.”

I see my father actually smile at me. “Now that’s the son I raised! Taking care of a stranger in need. I’m proud of you Bentley!”

Not knowing what’s going on, I reply, “Uh…Thanks Dad.”

I hate these dinners, but am forced to go to them once a week ever since my father married my new step-mother. She’s been trying to get all of us to be one big happy family, and I’d just rather be at mom’s. I think Sophie—my seven year old sister—feels the same way, but who wants to tell their father that they don’t like spending time at his house?

I even got invited over to a team hockey party, and my father still insisted that I come here instead.

I do have to give him credit though, he did say that I could leave early so I could still make some of the party. I just feel bad leaving Sophie with the step-twins; Doris and Dorine. They’re fourteen, and most of the time horrible human beings.

I’m about to leave and I look down into Sophie’s gray eyes, and long blond hair-looking a lot more like my father than I do-and I can’t bring myself to leave her here.

“Hey Dad how about I drop Sophie off at Mom’s house so you don’t have to make an extra trip tonight?” I offer.

Thinking about it for a second, he replies, “Okay. Thank you Bentley!”

“It’s no problem! Hurry up Soph, I have some place to be tonight.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen her run and get her things, as fast as she just did.

Giving a hug to father, and the rest of them, we walk out of the house, and Sophie instantly is squeezing me harder than she ever has. “Thank you Ley!”

Crouching down to her level, I give her a kiss on the forehead and say, “I’ll always do anything for you Soph you know that. Whenever you need me just call and I’ll be there!”