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  Clash

  Madison Falls High Book 2

  Kylie Walker

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  Copyright © 2019 by K. Walker

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. K. Walker holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

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  Chapter 1

  I leaned against the car, my ankles crossed, and two girls, a blonde and a redhead, flanking me. Engines revved, and stone shards flew backwards as Megan brought her hand down and the cars sped off.

  “You’re up next,” Cindy said on my right.

  “I know,” I said through clenched teeth and slipped into my car. Cindy tapped on the window and I rolled it down. “What?”

  “You think you might need a second driver tonight?” she asked as she leaned inside the car.

  “I’m good,” I replied and smiled forcibly.

  “All right, bad boy,” she said and tapped the car. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

  The crowd parted as I hit the lights and crawled slowly to the starting point. The other race was already halfway over. I already had mine in the bag.

  “Hey, man, you good?” Zeke called out as his car rolled up beside mine.

  I gave him a blank stare. “Are you guys going to quit asking me that? It was one fuckin’ girl. Get over it.” I rolled my window up and pressed the accelerator as I tightened my hold on the wheel. The leather pressed into my skin, and I clenched my teeth so hard it started a slow vibration in my head.

  I looked to my right, just in time to see Brody turning his head forward. He had been watching me, too. I shook my head. It wasn’t as if I had never dumped a girl before. What was the big fucking deal?

  The cars were all in a line, and we waited for Megan to give the signal for the start of the race. I had my eyes trained on the dirt track that loomed ahead. I didn’t want to think about anyone or anything. I just wanted to race, and then to get the hell out of there. Maybe get some me time alone to figure out how to deal with Callie and this little mess she had now created.

  The bright light that hit my rearview mirror almost blinded me. “What the fuck?” I asked out loud as I turned to see which idiot had their lights on full beam. I couldn’t see shit, but I was mad as hell as I opened my door and got out.

  “Hey! Get those damn lights out of my eyes!” I shouted at the asshole. I still couldn’t see anything, and I started walking towards the light when it suddenly died. And I saw the car.

  The silver Mustang.

  I heard the gasps at the same time the blood rushed too fast to my head. I narrowed my eyes as my fists balled on their own.

  “No fuckin’ way!” I heard Brody say behind me.

  He was walking past me, and I grabbed his hand. “Brody!” I snapped and yanked him back. “Don’t. Not now.”

  “Welcome back, man,” someone said among the flock of people who swarmed the Mustang. “You gonna race?”

  “Who is it?” someone asked behind me. It was a girl, and clearly a newcomer. I kept my eyes on the driver as he exited the car and stared right at us. I wanted to think differently, but it was him all right – classic military pants, white tee, and a thin chain through his loops at the side. And the same cocky smirk.

  His eyes smiled, and I could tell he had something planned. He probably wanted Brody to go over to him. I knew better, so I held him back like a dog on a leash.

  “You’re kidding, right?” another whisper was heard. “How can you not know who that is?”

  “Sue me,” the first girl said in an annoyed voice.

  “Wesley fuckin’ Collingwood,” Zeke muttered as he came upon my right. “This guy has fucking nerves of steel.”

  I was finding it harder to hold Brody back. The closer he got to me, the more my arm itched, and the greater the images that flooded my mind. I wanted to leave a dent in Wes’ face, or rather, another one, and I started to breathe in short, narrow breaths, same as Brody.

  Cody jumped in front of us, always the mediator. I was glad in that moment. “Wes! When did you get back?”

  He never took his eyes off of me, and I felt incapable of removing mine. “Yesterday.” He smirked and folded his arms when he was two feet away from me. “So, you gonna race or not?”

  He was taunting me, but I wasn’t going to play his game. “Come on, guys. We’re outta here.” No fucking way was I going to race Wes Collingwood again. Not after what he did. Not after Robby.

  “Aww, leaving so soon?” he asked and clicked his tongue after I turned. “Seems my time away turned you all into pussies. Doesn’t matter. The king is back.”

  His words sent daggers into my back. I squeezed my eyes, fists, jaw, and every other part of me that could be clenched but I just kept walking.

  “You’re not copping out because of this fool, are you?” Zeke asked, pointing a thumb back at Wesley.

  “I’m not copping out,” I replied with clenched teeth. “But do you remember what happened the last time we raced with him?”

  “I know, and Robby was my best friend, Chad, but look at him!” Brody spat, his face all red and tighter than my ass.

  I turned, and I almost choked on my saliva. Wes was surrounded by both men and women alike. They hung onto him like he was royalty or something, when he was nothing but a piece of shit.

  I grew angrier the longer I looked at his frame. And when he glanced back in my direction and winked, that was it. I wasn’t going to back down from his challenge. Madison Falls High was mine, and he wasn’t going to come back and make me look like shit. I wasn’t going to back out of a race so he could look like the kingpin. No. Not today. This was for Robby.

  “On second thought,” I said to the guys and grinned. “Let’s race this mofo.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Zeke hooted and fist pumped the air.

  Cody gripped me by the shoulder. “Chad, don’t let him bait you, man. Wes is nothing but trouble.”

  I shrugged him off. “So am I.”

  He jumped in front of me to block me again, and I growled at him. “Cody, move!”

  “Chad, this ain’t going to prove a thing, bro,” he pleaded. “What if it happens again?”

  “It won’t!” I sneered and glowered at him. “Not again. But I’m racing this asshole tonight.”

  “All right!” Brody said and squinted while rubbing his hands together.

  “Let’s show him what he missed.” Zeke grinned, enjoying the challenge too much.

  I walked back to my car, careful to avoid him the entire way. I could still feel his face on the end of my fists, and just seeing him had brought back the
old sensations. I hated his guts, but I had a reputation to maintain.

  No way was Wes going to show up and fuck up everything I had accomplished while he had been gone.

  “Oh, they’re back,” he said aloud, and my car door came down just after I heard him chasing away the girls and hurrying back to his car.

  I revved my engine, and I saw the hoots and cheers from the others who knew they would be in for a treat. Wes and I had always been the best racers.

  My focus was keener than before as I stared down the track again, this time my fists tighter around the wheel—my knuckles turning white. Megan moved between my and Brody’s cars, and I turned my head slightly to the left when I noticed the Mustang pushing forward.

  I narrowed my focus on his car and held on to the wheel.

  Ready!

  I revved, along with the rest of the field.

  Set!

  I breathed steadily, never once taking my eyes off the track again.

  She brought the flag down, and it was all dirt, tires screeching, and dust flying around us. My R8 shot forward and I checked the mirror. I saw the lights behind me, but a turn was coming up. It was a three-lap race around a mini dirt track. A new track, since the old one had been shut down after the incident with Robby.

  I wasn’t going to allow Wes to make trouble for any of us again. If he lost, then maybe he would quit. Even before the thought completely formed in my mind, I knew that was impossible for him.

  I knew his style of racing, so I knew he would play it cool until half way through the second lap – that was when he would make his classic move. He was so fucking predicable.

  Whizz!!

  I wrinkled my brow when I saw the tail lights of the Mustang in front of me. “Fuck!” I said aloud and pressed harder on my accelerator. He’d shaken things up. No worries. I kept on him as we went around the first turn, and all the way into the second lap.

  He was always a bumper ahead of me, and I let him remain there. I inched closer to the front of his car as we entered the home stretch. The other lights were further back – it was just me and him.

  And he wasn’t going to beat me tonight!

  I was right next to him, and I glanced over. He grinned at me as his car inched forward.

  “Not tonight,” I said under my breath and hit the NOS button on my car. It shot forward, sailing to a cars length ahead of Wes’ as I crossed the finish line first.

  The fickle crowd rushed to my car as it screeched to a stop and I still gripped the wheel. I saw the Mustang in the distance and the shadow of Wes’ face as the smile crept onto my face.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Zeke shouted as he exited his car.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a quick shoulder hug. I clapped him on the back. “What did you expect?”

  “Nothing less, but you know that dude is fucked up. He’s not going to lose and then just let it go!”

  “I know he won’t,” I replied and turned back to the Mustang. “But for tonight, he’s going to have to suck it up!”

  “Get ready for what he’ll do next,” Brody said worriedly.

  “Don’t worry about Wes. He’s a lot of bark. He’s got nothing on us.”

  “Yeah,” Zeke finished. “But anyway, forget that fool. Let’s go get drunk.”

  “Right on!” I said as several girls crowded the R8.

  “Where’s the party at?” Brittany, one of the girls who frequented the racing scene, asked as she weaseled her way through the crowd. She stood in front of me, staring me down, like she wanted me to make her the belle of the ball.

  Looked like I wasn’t going home alone.

  “My place!” Cody grinned and called a few more girls over. They threw their hands in the air as Brittany headed for my passenger door.

  I opened up the doors and slipped inside the car. I caught her pushing her already huge tits upwards, like I needed to see more of them as they poured over her mesh midi top.

  “You don’t have to do anything,” I said and gave her a half smile. “I see you.”

  She bit her lower lip seductively and turned to the side. “Is that so?”

  “Yep,” I replied as the engine purred to life. Gravel sprayed on either side as the wheels turned and I headed for the beaten-down path that led to the main road. Wes still lingered and I saw Cindy close the door to his Mustang just before I hit the path.

  Figures, I thought, and shook my head. My phone started to vibrate, and I picked it up and tightened my jaw when I saw who it was.

  It was a text message from Sophia. Maybe the hundredth one. I knew what it would say – same as all the others: What’s going on? Please talk to me! Why won’t you answer? I don’t understand! And the list went on.

  But I didn’t want to talk to her. What was there to say anyway? It was over. The more I stayed away from her, the better it would be for everyone.

  There were more girls out there. I would just have to focus on another one so I could get her out of my head.

  I felt Brittany’s hand groping my thigh and I looked down and then over at her. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were glassed over like she’d had one too many mollies.

  “Maybe not tonight,” I told her and removed her hand. “Where do you want me to take you?”

  She pulled back and her eyes widened. I wasn’t in the mood for whatever shit she was coming with.

  “Are you serious?”

  I kept my eyes on the road. “What do you want me to say? I’m not interested.”

  She clicked her teeth. “Whatever. Just let me off here. I’m fine.”

  “Brittany, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” I told her sternly. “Not leaving you here.”

  “I can get a ride from someone else,” she whined.

  “Damn, did you want to get fucked that badly?” I asked in disbelief. “Just chill, all right? Plus, you’re all fucked up already anyway.”

  “What do you mean by that? I’m not high. I know what I’m doing. At least I thought I did when I got into this car. Such a fucking mistake,” she lamented and threw her full weight against the seat.

  Like I said, I wasn’t in the mood for her shit. I hit the brake and the tires screeched. “Fine. Go!” I told her without looking over.

  She huffed and then she climbed out of the car. “Fuck you, Chad!” she screamed as the car drove off again.

  My phone started ringing again. That time it was Deven. “Chad, was that Brittany on the side of the road we just passed?”

  “Yeah. She wanted to get out.”

  His laughter rocked the car and tickled a smile out of me. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

  “Suit yourself,” I told him.

  “I’ll grab her,” Deven offered.

  “Don’t bring her to the house, Deven. Just make sure she gets home.”

  “Got ya.”

  The car hit the interstate a couple of minutes later, just as another message came in from Sophia. I sighed. The weekend was fast coming to an end, and I would have to face her again.

  Her and Wesley Collingwood.

  All of a sudden I was no longer in the mood for drinks and company.

  Chapter 2

  “Still nothing?” Amanda asked as she pulled her legs up under her.

  I tossed the phone aside. “Nope.”

  “Did he answer any of your messages?” Her brown eyes peered into mine, and my chest started to swell as the hurt rushed forward again and spilled from my eyes.

  “Nope.” I couldn’t even seem to find more words than that.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” Amanda replied as she shuffled closer to me and pulled me in for a hug. “Boys can be jerks. It’s got nothing to do with you.”

  I pulled back and reached for the box of Kleenex, the one I had just opened the day before that was almost half empty. I didn’t even understand why it hurt me so much what Chad had done. It wasn’t just the fact that he had dumped me. It was how he did it.

  No warning.

 
No reason.

  Like he’d gotten a taste and it wasn’t good enough.

  And then the insufferable silence afterward. I had no clue what happened. I thought we had been the perfect couple.

  “I just don’t get it,” I told her and rubbed my puffy eyes. They were beginning to get scratchy.

  “Who gets boys?” she asked and rolled her eyes. “Let’s just paint our nails, do our hair, get drunk later, binge on Game of Thrones, anything other than me watching you cry,” she said and pouted her lower lip.

  I smiled. “Thanks so much for being here, Amanda,” I told her. “I didn’t want to be alone.”

  “That’s what friends are for. Oh, in other news, and not to be insensitive, we have our first game this Tuesday. Think you’re up for that?”

  I felt an instant relief at the thought of volleyball. “Really?”

  “Yep.” She beamed. “I thought that would put a smile on your face.”

  “It did. I’ve had a rough year, Amanda. I don’t know why I even let Chad in. And look what he did! Guess some people just don’t learn.”

  “Come on, hun, you know that ain’t your fault. Do you want me to kiss his ass for you? Because I can do that.”

  I laughed. “I’d love to see that.”

  “Yeah,” she giggled. “I would get my ass kicked for sure. And then be the laughingstock of Madison Falls.”

  “No, I can’t let you do that. I would rather cry alone in my room.”

  She jumped to a standing position in the middle of the bed and pointed at me. “Oh, no, Miss Daniels. You are not wallowing in self-pity on my watch. Chad doesn’t deserve any of that mess. You know what? I’m calling Alexi and the others. We’re going to have our own little party up in here.”