began to feel left out and made to move away, but Carter’s arm gripped her closer to him.
“Bekah, I want you to meet Kaitlyn, my girlfriend,” he announced. “Katie, this is my baby cousin, Rebekah Hawke.”
Rebekah looked offended at that, and slapped him on the arm. “Carter!” she cried. “I wish you’d stop calling me that.”
“You’re right,” he said, smirking. “You’re no baby. You’re a monster.”
She huffed angrily and turned her attention to Kaitlyn.
“So, you a racer too?” she asked. Kaitlyn shook her head and Carter laughed. “ What? What’s so funny? ” she demanded .
“Katie isn’t a racer,” he said smugly. “She just wishes she was.”
“Yeah, I do actually,” Kaitlyn announced. “But Carter’s too mean to let me. He doesn’t like it when I drive his car, even. He doesn’t trust me.” With the last sentence, she shot a puppy dog look at Carter that she knew he couldn’t resist. He groaned and pecked her on the lips .
“Well,” Bekah said thoughtfully, “you should steal it when he’s asleep, and come and race in an all-girls race. We’re having one tomorrow at Mangere Bridge. You won’t be ready for it if you’ve never raced before, b ut you can come and watch. And then maybe, you could race with us next month. If you can get a car that is.”
Kaitlyn nodded and grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll just have to steal Carter’s car. I stole it today, and he wasn’t too happy.”
Bekah laughed. “Good one! Anyways, I have to go. People to see, things to do, you know. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”
Kaitlyn grinned and watched her walk off. When she looked back at Carter, he was scowling.
“What?” she asked him.
“I don’t want you racing, Katie,” he s aid protectively. “I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”
She scowled. He was just afraid she’d be a better street racer than him. “Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “You’d be sweet. You’d find another girl to screw in no time.”
She stalked off to the bar angrily, leaving a grumpy Carter behind in the massive throng of people.
Chapter 4
She woke up with a pounding head.
“What happened last night?” she groaned, pulling her blankets over her head.
“Would you just shut the hell up?” an unfamiliar voice snapped. She quickly pulled the blankets off her head and sat up, taking in her surroundings.
She let out a relieved sigh.
She was fully clothed, thank god, and Carter was sound asleep next to her. The unfamiliar voice belonged to one of the guys on the floor; there was a small group of people left over from last night’s party.
She shook Carter awake.
“Carter? Where are we?” she whispered. He sat up and looked around. He frowned.
“You know what?” he asked. “I don’t actually know. I can’t even remember what happened. Can you?” He looked questioningly at her.
She shook her head. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.”
He continued to frown and shrugged. “Let’s get out of here.”
She nodded and grabbed the hand he was offering her. “I agree,” she said. “It’s kind of freaky, not knowing what happened last night. Do you think we were drugged?”
He shrugged, but looked sceptical. “I dunno. Maybe. I think we just got wasted. I f we were n’t wasted, my head wouldn’t feel like someone’s driving a jackhammer through it.”
He towed her out of the bedroom, and down the hallway.
“You know,” he said casually, “I think this is T-Man’s place.”
“What makes you think that?” she asked.
“Dunno,” he replied. “But it makes sense. He was throwing the party, so we were more likely to go back to his place.”
She nodded and chewed on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. She was about to reply, when a naked young woman ran up to Carter.
“Carter! You can’t leave yet!” she whispered as she giggled. “We never played that game of Truth or Dare you promised!”
He gulped and took a step back.