If trust is lost (Fall in love and other problems 2)

Chapter 7: "Racing"

   Today is already Saturday and I'm going to go with Damián to ride a motorcycle, I am so, so happy, obviously they are not illegal as I used to do and I think that is most of my happiness for some strange reason, I would like to start doing the things well from now on.

   On the other hand, Cameron has tried to get closer and I think he is succeeding but I don't want him to be my boyfriend again, not my best friend, not even an acquaintance for now.

And that's okay, once trust is lost ...

   It's hard to get it back, I know.

   I have a backpack with a couple of things to spend the day there, things like food, or rather sweets, and I am in the hall of the rooms to meet Damián. We're going together, well, I think that's clear, but I'm dying to want to go, on top of that I think they're going to give us those racing suits and well I always wanted to wear one.

"Hello" the aforementioned greets me once he reaches me in the hall. "List?"

"Ready for what?" I hear his voice behind us, is it really God? Is it serious that he has to show up at all the most inopportune moments? It is as if you only listen to the parts that you may misinterpret.

You just remember that you didn't do anything wrong.

   I know, I know.

"To go to a place" I answer as simply as possible.

"Seriously?" he asks in an ironic way.

"Look Cameron, I don't owe you any explanation. Let's go jogging in ..."

"No" he gets "firm", he is not the one to tell me what I can do and what I cannot do.

"Sorry? No what? Dont leave me?" he nods totally serious answering his question and I get closer to him every time I speak to him. "Look Cameron, I didn't ask for permission and I know what I can or cannot do".

"Do you remember the accident?" and I can't believe he's doing this to me now, I don't understand how it affects him. Why do you want to make me feel bad? If I remember the accident every time I go out, I would never ride a motorcycle again and that is not the solution.

You have to face your problems and fears, right?

   That's true Sarita, and if I don't ride a motorcycle because I had an accident once, I won't achieve anything in the end.

"What ac ...?" Damien starts but I interrupt him.

"Yes, and do you remember why it was?" Cameron bows his head defeated, my intention was not to hurt him but he asked for it.

"Good, go. But if you get hurt or something, don't come crying ..." I got tired, I interrupt him this time because I can't believe what he's doing again, do you really think that if something happens to me I'm going to call him ?

"Believe me and rest assured that I am NOT going to do it, it would not even cross my mind, you are no longer anything to me, not even an acquaintance" I turn around and I practically dragged Damien from there.

   He had his motorcycle and I had mine already in college so we could go directly to the place, to which we went while I followed him on the road. We got to the place and seeing it I realize that it was totally beautiful. There were some riders but they told us that we could be the same, and they even told us that we could compete with them, who were professionals but were practicing at the time.

   When we finished putting on the suits, which by the way they gave us right after we entered and I totally loved them because I repeat, I had always wanted one, but hey, when we finished putting them on and taking us to the motorcycles, Damián stopped me to talk to me.

"What accident was Cameron talking about?" he asks me seriously, he wants me to tell him and I'm going to do it, he is my friend and I don't want to have secrets with him, because the truth is he is the only one who is taking care of me at the moment so I feel that it is practically the only thing I have.

"Last year I had a very strong fight with everyone, with my friends, with my family, with Cameron mainly and well, I was bad, I was really bad. I would go to illegal races literally not caring at all, and I had my own apartment since I didn't feel like putting up with anyone. In fact, what he earned from the races he used to pay for the department, so with more reason he should go".

>> "One day my mother sent me a message saying to go to the house because there was someone who wanted to see me there so I went, and that someone ended up being Cameron, who a few months before had gone to live in another country, to another continent , and without having told me before, being that we were best friends for as long as we can remember".

>> "From what you see, it was with the person who fought the most and when I saw him standing there in the middle of the dining room of my house, or well, my parents' house, I went back to my motorcycle and started it without thinking anything , with a totally blank mind. I needed to run, I need that adrenaline that only this beauty gives you. Then I ended up in the hospital and I think that's it".

"Are you going to run the same?" asks with concern reflected on his face to what I nod.

"Would you stop doing it?" he shakes his head and we laugh. "Let's go to the motorcycles".

   Damien had a blue and white Kawasaki Ninja H2 and I had a black and purple Honda CBR1000RR. Among those who raced there was a Ducati 1299 Panigale, a BMW S 1000 RR, a Suzuki GSX-R1000, among others.

   Nobody knows that I am a girl, this reminds me of the first time I ran illegal with Chad, but I still like this.

   The first race was won by the Ducati, the second by me, the third by the Suzuki, the fourth by me and the fifth and last were won by Damián.

   I hadn't run in a long time, I hadn't forgotten how good, energizing and fun running was, but I needed to feel it again.

   When we finish fifth, everyone gets off their motorcycles and we go to the cafeteria, none of them had their helmets off yet.

"I congratulate you friend" one says to me, I think it's the Ducati.

"Right, friend" the others agree, taking off their helmets.

   When Damien takes it off he is practically bursting with laughter, I don't think I can take it anymore.

"That, FRIEND" emphasizes "friend" and laughs again.

"What are you laughing at?" asks the BMW.

"Of that" he points to me just when I'm taking off my helmet.

   Everyone is shocked looking at me with their mouths open, but they laugh with us.

"I think I fell in love" they all say at the same time, and it causes us much more grace because they are all over 35 years old for sure.

"I'm Carlos Jiménez" He's probably Spanish, he's the one from the Ducati.

"I Gastón Germán Hernández" when he finishes saying it I almost fall out of laughter, he rhymes his name.

   Well, and they continued with all their names, there are many and the truth is that I paid attention only to half.

"You had a great time?" Damien asks me once we get to the university and we are climbing the stairs.

"Yes, and a lot. Thank you, thank you, thank you" I hug him.

   The first thing we do is go into the cafeteria because we were very, very hungry.

When do not? Also, not to be hungry if you took only sweets.

   Hey, a little respect Sarita.

I'm sorry, you're right. We have to feed ourselves right?

   Exact.

   Well we were entering and all my friends are sitting at a table. When they see me they get up but they all stay still looking at me.

   And what happened to these?

POV Cameron

   We were waiting for Sara when suddenly she arrives with Damián, how cute by the way.

   While Sara and Damián were away, I took the opportunity to tell the boys everything. To tell them about the race, about our fights even though they already knew them, about what I found under his bed and what he was probably doing. They were totally surprised, because the truth was the last thing they expected.

   None of us know how to approach the situation, how to tell her that we know, how to make her understand that we really want to help her and not how she thought last year that we were against her wanting to hurt her.

   We don't know what to do or say so we just stand there for a few minutes looking at each other.