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    Up to Speed

     

    Up to Speed

     

    Chapter 1 – Crash

     

    EPOV

     

    “OK. Edward you’re still in the lead, but Newton is closing in on you fast. I’m watching your back. One more lap to go.” Jasper spoke in my ear piece.

     

    I tightened my grip on the steering wheel pushing the car more. I wanted to go faster. The readouts indicated 218 miles per hour. I listened to my baby purr as I gunned it more. 

     

    “Edward he’s right behind you. Adjust when I tell you.” I gripped the steering wheel harder awaiting instructions. “Right, left, right, and left. Speed up he’s going for the wall.” I adjusted I wasn’t going to let him through. “Damn it Edward, he almost got you.” Jasper growled into my ear. Next thing I know my back end fished tailed and the last thing I saw was cement wall.

     

    I heard this infernal beeping sound nearby. I tried to fight the heaviness of my eyelids, but failed miserably.   I reached with my right hand to try to turn off my alarm, but felt nothing. I started to hear voices nearby, distant. 

     

    “Carlisle dear he’s starting to wake up,” my mother’s voice somewhere from my left.

     

    A warm hand touched my face. My eyes fluttered open to a blinding white light overhead. My eyes adjusted to my surrounding. I was in the hospital again. 

     

    All the events that occurred earlier replayed in my head. Damn! I wrecked my car again. I was so close to the finish line. Jasper is going to kill me. I groaned. I’m going to lose my sponsors. 

     

    BPOV

     

    I watched with anticipation the last few laps of the race. The speeds were mind blowing. I was itching to get behind the wheel again. I knew with some of the ideas in my head I get that car to hit 230 miles easy. Edward Cullen was in the lead, that cocky prick was going to win. He wasn’t about to let that slime-ball Mike Newton take the glory. Oh no, he over corrected. I flinched as I seen Cullen’s car hit the wall.

     

    I watched the news for hours that day for anything about his condition. Nothing major a concussion and a few bruises. He’s going to lose most of his sponsors for wrecking another car. A smile played on my lips. I can use this to my advantage. Rebuild and redesign a new car for Edward Cullen. Now, all I have to do is convince him to let me.

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