Second Chance Rival Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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Full Throttle: What did he do at lunch?

Rebel Rider: Remember how I was telling you there’s this biker gang in my town that’s getting in all sorts of trouble for their illegal street wars?

Full Throttle: Yeah.

Rebel Rider: I guess the person running it is from one of the high schools here. Nobody knows who it is, though. Things got crazy last night, and one of the members outsped the sheriff.

Full Throttle: No shit?

Rebel Rider: I know! It’s super crazy! Everyone at school was talking about it today.

Full Throttle: What does that have to do with what Tristian did to you at lunch?

Rebel Rider: They’re having another street race tonight. It was all over school. At lunch, my lab partner, Travis, invited me to go with him, and Tristian overheard. He came up to us and told Travis I couldn’t go because my bedtime was at eight o’clock and that my daddy has to tuck me in to read me my bedtime story. He said it obnoxiously loud, so of course the entire cafeteria started laughing. Including, Travis. He then backed away from me like I suddenly had the plague. It was awful. When I turned to go off on Tristian, he was gone. I avoided him for the rest of the day, but it didn’t matter. He changed the code on my locker again, and I couldn’t get my books for class. The janitor had to cut the lock off again, and I was late for 4th period.

Full Throttle: Why don’t you report him to the principal?

Rebel Rider: I can’t risk it getting back to my parents that he’s bullying me. They’ll pull me out of school, and I’ll be homeschooled for the rest of high school, which is probably what he wants. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Even though I’d love to get him in trouble, it’s just not worth it for me.

Full Throttle: No good deed goes unpunished.

Rebel Rider: Tell me about it. Whatever. I’m still going to the street race.

Full Throttle: What about your parents?

Rebel Rider: I told them I was studying with my friend Erica. She’s picking me up tonight.

Full Throttle: You’re becoming quite the little liar.

I laughed.

Rebel Rider: I’m a bad girl now, didn’t you know? What are you doing tonight?

Full Throttle: Might take my bike for a ride.

Rebel Rider: Ugh! I’m so jealous.

Full Throttle: You want to ride on the back of my bike, Rebel Rider?

I bit my lower lip. We’d become closer in the last month. He was my biggest confidant. I had told him more about my life than I ever had before. It was easy to confide in him. He was always there for me, and I didn’t have that with anyone.

Rebel Rider: Do you want me on the back of your bike?

Full Throttle: I asked first.

I rolled my eyes.

Rebel Rider: Maybe…

Full Throttle: Just maybe?

Rebel Rider: Your turn to answer.

Full Throttle: I’d love for you to spread your legs for me.

My eyes widened.

Full Throttle: On the back of my bike, of course.

Before I chickened out, I typed back.

Rebel Rider: Just on the back of your bike?

Full Throttle: Don’t ask questions you aren’t ready to hear the answer to.

Rebel Rider: What if I am?

Full Throttle: You’re not.

Rebel Rider: How do you know?

Full Throttle: I know a lot of things about you, Belle Montgomery.

I jerked back, almost falling out of my chair.

Rebel Rider: How do you know my name? I never told you that.

Full Throttle: You didn’t have to.

Rebel Rider: What’s that supposed to mean?

Full Throttle: Be careful tonight.

I went to reply, but he logged off. He did that sometimes when he didn’t want to respond to my questions.

I rolled my eyes again. “Great.”

I ignored the looming feeling in the pit of my stomach and jumped into the shower instead. After I was done, I grabbed my faux leather leggings and a crop top. Throwing on a flannel next, I stepped into my black combat boots, finishing off my outfit. Letting my hair flow loosely around my face, I then applied a light layer of makeup. Some mascara, blush, and lip gloss completed my vibe for the night.

My parents were at some charity event. I didn’t have to worry about running into them as I made my way downstairs to the front door, where Erica was waiting in my driveway.

“Look at you, babe! You look like a rebel!”

I smiled wide, loving that she’d called me that.

We hit it off pretty quickly in chem class, but this was the first time I was hanging out with her.

“Are you excited?” she asked, driving.

“Is it that obvious?”

“You’ve never been to one of these?”

I shook my head. “My parents would kill me if they knew where I was going.”

“You’re in for a wild ride, Belle. These races are crazy! I’ve been to a few, and I’ve never seen anything like it before.”


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