Born Rider

I'm hanging out with my sister Kylie like usual on a Friday night. Tonight, she decided she wanted to see street bike race. She knows I hate it but at the same time I love spending time with her, so I went. All the racers were lined up engines roaring to life. The flag drops and they take off down the road. My sister is really into it which upsets me a little. The race ends and everyone flocks to the winner. My sister being the loudest and pulling me behind her. Kylie: Jax that was amazing! Jax: Thanks. First time here? Kylie: Yeah! And I'm so glad I came. Jax: Me too. He grabs my sister's hand rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. I pull her away from him. He's trying to use my sister fangirl garbage as an excuse to get in her pants. He's just her type too. Green eyes, spiky black hair, slightly tanned, tatted, and muscular. Me: You saw the race. Now let's go. Kylie: I want to stay! Me: This is our time. I did what you wanted. Let's go. Jax: If she wants to stay, then she can stay. Me: This is between me and her. Jax: Listen, you can leave. But she is more than welcome to stay. He pulls my sister towards him and places his hand on her hips, which makes her all excited. He smiles at me because he thinks he won. Me: You think you're all that because you won a race? Jax: I'm the best damn biker around. Me: Says who? Jax: Me and everyone that's here to see me. Everyone starts laughing at me. Even my own sister. Her laugh hurts the most. Apparently, he was laughing so hard he teared up. He wipes the tear away. Jax: Are you a comedian? Me: No, I just know you can't outride me. Jax: You know what? Ill humor you. Pick a bike from anyone so I can smoke you. Now I start laughing. I'm browsing bikes when my eyes finally land on the perfect bike. I point to it and the guys get off. He hands me his helmet, but I shake my head. Jax: You should wear a helmet princess. Don't want you to mess up that pretty face. Me: Wanna make a bet? Jax: If I lose, I'll eat my helmet. Me: If you lose, you back off my sister, and I get you a for a day and do whatever I want. Jax: Deal. You lose, I get you a for a day and do whatever I want. Can't wait to have you alone. I shoot a bird at him and start the bike up. Revving the engine until it purrs. It's a nostalgic feeling being on a bike again. The girl stands in front of us. I put my hair into a ponytail and then grip the handles. The flag drops and off we go. We are speeding down the street, weaving through traffic. A semi-truck pulls out in front of me. I drive into oncoming traffic, weaving through and cut back over the median. Jax looks over at me. I pick up speed and cross the finish a few seconds before he does. I swerve to a stop. He takes his helmet off. Jax: What the f**k was that? Me: A girl beating your ass. Now a deal's a deal. Kylie let's go. Kylie: No! I'm Staying. Me: Seriously?! Kylie: Yes! Me: You know what?! I don't care! Stay here. Just don't come crying to me when he f***s you and never calls again. Jax: Wait! How'd you learn to ride like that?! Me: None of your damn business! Jax: You can't just do that with no experience! Me: Just shut up. I'm leaving. I leave to my car and drive home. I change into something more comfortable and get a glass of wine. I sit on the couch and start playing video games. Something I picked up over the last few years. About an hour later, Kylie comes storming in the house. Since she was so willing to throw me away, I don't even ask what's wrong. Kylie: I hate you! Me: What the hell did I do? Kylie: You just had to race him, didn't you? Me: What does me racing him have to do with anything? Kylie: After you left, you're all he talked about. Me: Yeah, that's what happened when a random girl beats you. You talk about it! Kylie: No, it was you! He was fascinated with you that all he talked about. I was basically handing him my p***y on a silver platter but all he wanted to do was keep asking about you! Telling me how awesome you were and s**t like that. Me: I don't want him! Kylie: Yeah! Well, he seems to want you. Me: Again, how is that my fault? Kylie: Wouldn't be this way if you never raced him! Why can't I have something for myself? Me: You know what Kylie?! f**k you. Tomorrow, I want all your s**t out the house! Consider us sisters no more. Kylie: Fine by me. Tired of living in your f*****g shadow all the damn time! She storms upstairs to her room. She packs a bag and comes back downstairs. She picks up a picture sitting on the hallway table and throws it at the wall. Kylie: I f*****g hate you! I'm staying with mom and dad. Me: Why are you still here?! Get the f**k out! She opens the door and slams it behind her. I stand up walk over to the picture. I pick it up and look to see it was us on a fishing trip we took with dad. We had caught our first fish together. I go and sit back on the couch and start crying. I love my sister more than anything but her getting mad over a guy has happened time and time again and I'm over it. I don't try to show off but I hate when people look down on me and she is the number one person that does it to me the most. I clean up the glass and pour myself another glass of wine.