My best friend crush

Mia

If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary.

I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed.

However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused.

Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost.

I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

It's a week now, and damn it, stalking Cole is like stalking a celebrity because he is a rare gem.

That's what you get from crushing on the most populous boy in the academy.

Here I am, in the boy's restroom, eavesdropping and holding a camera just to send her pictures of this Cole.

I'm suffocating in this helmet which I wear to conceal my face.

"I'm not racing coach" his voice eluded my thoughts and I widened my eyes, stunned.

Cole must race, it's his dream...no our dreams now and I don't mind fulfilling it for him.

I stood on the toilet seat to peep at him but all I can see is his dark, perfectly ruffled hair.

He was on a call and I could hear the caller's voice too. My heart skipped a beat as sweat bath me.

"My legs, I don't think they can hold up"

He grunt and then I heard a flush. I place my ear closely to the wall, to listen to even the slightest sound.

"Cole, please, this is the only chance you've got to get picked by the international..."

The more I tried to listen, the words blur out and the door of his restroom got opened. Which means he was leaving.

Hastily, I ran out of the toilet to trail after him like a flash not until my head rammed on something hard.

I almost scream, cussing my life for getting into this mess, though I swallowed the pain while massaging my forehead.

Slowly, I tilt my head to have a look at what my head ran into.

My breath cease for a moment and my eyes gaze up and up. 

The line of his jaw, strong and covered with warm tawny skin and when he folds his arm across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms ripple which makes me swallow.

And his eyes, they were dark brown, he was startling, his features itself were astonishingly perfect.

The infamous miles.

If there's anyone to avoid, it's him, the devil and more famous than Cole. I wasn't even reaching him on the collar bone.

He hauled me back, his eyes farrows at me and I melted softly. It felt as though he could see through me.

"We have met before haven't we?" He mutters and I was trembling ducking my head back.

My heart was in my throat as I recall his last words to me when I stole his bike to chase after Cole.

"You're dead, you better watch your back misty"

Those words still hits me like I was cloth in them because the incident happened two days ago.

I shook my head, trying to break out of his hold as Cole has gone and I need to convince him to race.

Nicole would be waiting for a video about him. Today she'd be having her surgery and she isn't getting inside the operation theatre without watching the match.

Miles haul me aside and then placed his hands on my helmet to take it out. He wants to see my face.

Out of repulse, my leg went flying and I hit his dick hard that he whimper and crouch while his breath came in short.

"Fuck!"

"I'm so sorry" i yelled in a sober tone while recommending he place ice on it.

I pull out some cash from my jacket and drop at his feet while racing out of the restroom.

I couldn't find Cole and time was counting.

My feet hasten to the dressing room, trying to find Cole's locker. I've made up my mind without thinking though, I'd be representing him.

Fortunately, it was empty here and so after much search through the lockers, I found his track suit which I wore, gloves and my helmet isn't leaving my head.

Like a flash, I dash out of this dressing room to hit the track. I didn't even have his keys but I do have my way of getting in or breaking in.

My gaze dart between the sleek machines speeding around the track.

The roar of engines, screech of tires, cheering of crowds. It's electrifying and my heart raced in anticipation.

I approached the cherry-red car with a spoiler and racing stripes. That's his. He wasn't even here but probably reminiscing over his life.

Without much eyes on me, I took a pin from the leather pant I wore and began to unlock the car.

"Cole? You're racing?"

I threw my gaze at the cold voice that called out to me and realized it was...

Miles!

He was running towards me, his one hand goad his balls and his other hand holding a bouquet of roses.

I glued my body to the door of the car, he was so close now that I forgot how to breath.

Why is he everywhere? He took my hand forcefully and placed the roses like they were for me.

It's the first time I've held such and from a guy who wants me dead. 

I was getting emotional with the way he stared at me even though he can't really see my face through the tinted helmet.

"Hey man, I was thinking I'd come first this year but it's still cool to have you on the team..."

I didn't let him finish when I dump the roses at his feet, unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat before slamming the door at his face.

I swallowed hard, tensed and then drew my attention to the car. Miles was still outside, quite puzzle as he kept knocking at my window but I shun him to concentrate.

The car is beauty itself.

The leather creaked softly beneath me and the dashboard gleamed with a soft, golden light.

I ran my hands over the steering wheel and then closed my eyes to feel the moment.

A sharp memory ran through my mind and I saw her. My mother, covered in blood and holding my hand as my chest was pressed against a seat in a car.

"Promise me Mia, you'd never get behind the wheel"

"Answer me!!!"