The good girls secret lift

Chapter 1

I gasp for breath, finally slowing to walk after a five mile run. I had only meant to run two but got carried away. My rib cage aches something fierce and every breath causes a new ping of pain in my side. I check the caller I.D as my phone vibrates before answering. "Hey Rick I know I've been gone longer than what I said I was going to be. I just got caught up in the moment. I'll be there soon."

"That's quit alright Amy. Martha and I were just wanting to make sure your alright. Try to get home soon. The neighborhood may be safer than most but still, its dark." With that he hangs up.

I remember the first time he called and hung up without a bye, I thought he was being rude, but over the past six months I realized that he just doesn't say bye. It was the beginning of many problems when staying with the Martin's.

Its not like I don't like the old man or his wife, in fact I wouldn't mind living with them forever, but I don't know if i'm settled in just yet. Its hard being moved from foster home to foster home every year, so I don't know if I can trust settling in and actually staying for good.f

My mom died when I was eight from breast cancer and my dad died two years later. After that I was put into foster care with my older sister. At ten we were split up without an explanation. She was sent to Tennessee and I was sent to the worst fosters ever. The male was abusive and the female was on more drugs than I can list in a day.  I was out of there in six month and have been in four different foster homes all together in the last 8 years.

I have lived with Martha and Rick for six months and they have asked me to stay for good, I think. The longer I stay the more comfortable I get not only in the house but around them and other adults. Maybe now that they're getting to know me they may find that I'm not fit to be in their home, but I can hope that they'll still like me.

It had become a habit of mine to not participate in the family so they wouldn't ask me question's, but Martha and Rick are a bit different. They like to know where I am at all times though they never try to restrict me from doing what I want. I haven't told them much about anything in my life, but I am considering telling them about how I have been secretly running my dad's company with my sister's help. Of course I would never mention any of my extracurricular activities.

No one knows that I do illegal racing except my sister, who does it with me, and my best friend, Jacob. when I found my sister, a year and a half ago, we both agreed to open a garage for our babies and further our training in the streets.  When we combined the money we had enough.

Alana, my sister, lives on her own which helps considering there are not many people in the world that can handle her explosive attitude. She graduated last year, and I go to a different school for what i'm zoned for to make things easier on myself.

I like to live a little ways away from everyone so people don't know about my life. People  at school think I'm a goody two shoes. People in this neighborhood know me as the orphan girl with no family, and that fine.  At our garage the guys know about pretty much everything there is to know about us. They know everything from our daily work schedules to our favorite and not so favorite foods.  

They are the mechanics and all of them use to work for my dad. They offered to adopt both my sister and I once, but we declined. In the beginning I regretted that, but now living with Martha and Rick I think things are going to be just fine.

The guys take care of everything business when it comes to face to face meetings, but everyone in street racing knows I own it. Of course they never know my name or even what I look like. 

My  breathing begins to return to normal as the cool breeze blows against my sweaty skin. I smile closing my eyes to enjoy the sound of night animals coming out to play and the rustle of the leaves as they sway with the night breeze.

I gasp and grit my teeth as I fall hard into a rock. I braise myself for a impact that never comes and I open one eye to find no one other than Aiden f*****g Wolf underneath me. I glower at him even as he tries to figure out how he ended up on the hot asphalt.  I've never actually spoken with him before, though I have plenty of classes with him at school and we both race. I avoid him at all cost knowing he may be the only one that could uncover my secrets, and that doesn't mean just racing.

When he fell he pulled me down with him causing me to not be able to breath. I mean I couldn't breath before, but now its for a totally different reason. He's ripped in all the right places with tan skin that belongs in Cali not Tennessee. His shocked green eyes stare up at me. What the hell is he doing here, I ask myself as I stand up dusting of small pebbles from my hands, and rapping my hands across my chest in hopes of being able to cover my body from his roaming eyes.  He plasters a sexy smirk on his face, one that I've seen him use countless times on countless girls. I scoff at his obvious perusal of my body.

His smirk only growing as I tighten my arms around my body. His eyes scan me once then twice. "Take a picture, it'll last longer. " I snap. After another minute  of silence. I was expecting an apology but it's obvious that he's not planning on giving me one, so instead I ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I live here actually," he says and its the only response I get from him.

I turn to leave not caring about him and wanting a shower after my run. "Hey wait, " I hear him say before there is a rough jerk on my arm. He immediately lets go like he didn't mean to do it that hard. "I'm not sleeping with you, so no. Go away now, shoooo," I say, waving my hands like i'm trying to fend off a dog.

" I wasn't going to suggest that. I..I...Uh never mind." He turns around as if to walk away and I do the same. Funny I don't believe i've ever heard Aiden stutter or sound unsure about anything. It's just not with in his character or so I thought.

 When I hear him cuss a few short second later I turn at the porch to see him looking at his phone then at the houses around us. The helpless look on his face as he try's dialing a few number on his phone causes pity to blossom in my heart. By the look of his jeans and lack of shirt he must've either gotten kicked out or he just left on his own. 

" Sneak in threw the back gate and go to the furthest window to the left when looking at the house. Climb the tree. The window will be open." I holler before quickly turning to open the screen door.

I run inside for a quick shower. Rick and Martha, the people I'm staying with, stop me at the foot of the stairs until I promise to be in at a more reasonable time unless I tell them where I am. After apologizing for scaring them I take a quick shower and get ready for bed before doing my homework.

It takes Aiden longer then expected to get in, but I fill that in on him debating on just how bad he needs to stay here. I hear a thump and roll  over to see Aiden getting up from the floor. He prances over to me smirking. I give him my best flirty smile which he takes as a good sign as he sits on the side of the bed. taking his time with looking me over in my silk pajamas.  I sit up to rest on my elbows and he leans down presumably for a kiss. That's when I really do smile and raise my hand.

His shocked expression is enough for me to laugh like a hyena and decide it was totally worth the sting in my hand as I see the red hand print forming on his smooth cheek.

I should question my actions as his face morphs into murderous rage but I can do nothing but continue to laugh even as I try to find some room in my heart to feel bad, but I hate it when people smirk like they know every little secret of your life and are going to expose you to the world. As he rubs his cheek and I calm down I quickly go over a few ground rules before he has time to talk.  "I already told you there is no way in hell you are making a pass on me. I hate you, okay? I don't know why you don't have a  place to sleep and I don't care. You can stay here one to two nights. Be lucky you got that much. Try anything whether that be drugs, stealing, or trying to sleep with me and your going to be missing a few limbs. Got it? Great. There are blankets in the closet over there and shorts in the middle draw of the blue dresser to sleep in. Don't worry they'll fit."

II don't wait for him to ask question or tell me he understands. Instead I roll over with my back facing him and continue to read. I hear shuffling and assume he's getting ready for bed as he mumble about girls, and snicker with pride as I see his mirrored reflection rub his burning cheek.  

He stays in the room to change and I take a peak as his shirt slips over his head, but I've seen him in fights enough not to be bothered by it too much. I find that its easier to look as long as you don't touch. Just as Aiden reaches into the closet to get a few blanket Rick walks in to check on me and Aiden jumps into the closet. Finding it hard to contain my laughter I quickly think of something to distract me.

  "Hey Amy,"

"Hey Rick. What can I do for you?"

"I was just making sure everything was going okay?"

"Everything's great. I'm just finishing up my homework then going to bed." Rick smiles, says okay, and closes the door.

"Wait, I- I was wondering if I could maybe paint my walls." There this ugly yellow that no one on the house likes, but neither Martha nor Rick wanted to paint it.

"Of course you can. You can do whatever you want to make it your own." He pauses for a moment as if thinking something over. "How bout me and you go down to the store tomorrow and look at paints."

After Rick closes the door Aiden waits a moment before coming out and throwing a few blanket to the ground . I can't help but let out a little laugh "Used to hiding in girls closets, are we?"

"Shut up. If I didn't do that we would both be screwed."

"Doubt it but thank you for thinking of someone else other than yourself." I say finishing up the last page of reading and putting it on my nightstand.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean? " I don't bother with a response though I feel as if I should apologies. I don't know him and even though there strong proof that he's a player and a jack ass they could all just be rumors and I could be a really big b***h.

Aiden settles in shortly after me and we lay in silence. I'm not really tired, but I don't want to talk to Aiden or make things awkward. After an hour or so I finally get comfortable, but am to strung up to fall asleep. What was I thinking letting him stay here. I am so stupid. Who does that? Who lets a random dude with a bad reputation stay in her room? I tense even more when I hear him get up.

He starts to climb onto the bed, but I can practically see the smirk on his face.

"I don't know what there hell your doing, but get back on the floor. "When he gets back on the floor without trying anything else I roll over to look at him. "Your not as I imagined you would be." I say without thought.

"Oh so you've been thinking about me have you? Its okay don't feel bad. All the girls do and even some of the guys." I throw a pillow at him for being so arrogant and say, "That's not what I meant. There's a lot of rumors about you going around school. I figured you would be worse." He's not nearly as mean as People say he is and I wonder why someone would spread those type rumors.

"Would be worse? Your imply that I'm bad. I'll have you know that I haven't ever had a complaint," I roll my eyes when he puts his hand over his heart like I wounded him.

"That's because you havn't stuck around long enough to hear one, and that's not what I was talking about. Whatever. Night." Silence descends for a while and I am able to settle down again. Of course Aiden just wants to get on my nerves tonight.

"Wait you said rumors going around school. Am I really famous enough to have rumors about me in other schools." At first i'm confused by how he doesn't know who I am and yet he still hasn't even asked me who I am, but then i'm just a tad bit hurt that i'm really that invisible to him. Of course then I just wonder why i feel anything at all by that comment. It shouldn't surprise me.

" You should know that I go to your school and have been for over six month now. " His face morphs into concentration as he looks at me.

"We don't even pass each other in the hallway. How was I suppose to know who you were even if you were in the gossip a lot . I don't listen to that girly crap. " 

"We have the same classes mofo." Mofo? What type of insult is Mofo? I ask myself as he thinks.

"Whats mofo mean and what classes?"

"Nothing and we have AP Bio, AP math, and Honers English."

"Whats your name then because I don't remember anyone looking like you."  Ouch that stung. I don't bother with an answer. Maybe he'll notice me tomorrow.