Motocross Me by Cheyanne Young

Author:Cheyanne Young [Young, Cheyanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Romance, young adult
ISBN: 0615826059
Publisher: 336Love
Published: 2013-06-12T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Shelby stands pigeon-toed staring into the full-length mirror in my closet. She lets her shoulders slouch and the silver strap of my Chanel camisole slides down her arm. She doesn’t bother to pull it up, but she does sigh for the millionth time.

She tilts her head to the left, then to the right. Then she tousles her hair and groans. “This isn’t going to work.” She pulls her hair back and examines both sides of her head in a ponytail before letting it fall around her shoulders again. Now she looks down at my pair of incredibly expensive jeans she’s wearing and curls her lip.

“I’ll thank you not to look at my three hundred dollar jeans that way.” I shove her to the left with my hip so we can share the mirror. I can’t decide on a pair of black flats or black strappy sandals, so one of each are on my feet. I twirl and look at my dainty feet in the reflection. Well, the left foot is dainty. The right one is, at best, meh. Black flats it is.

Heels would have been perfect, as Ash is incredibly tall, but Shawn’s welcome home party is in the Carters’ backyard. I’ve learned the hard way at the track that heels and Texas ground don’t mix well. I nearly ruined a pair of leather heels on the rocks and thorny weeds last month.

Visions of those thorny weeds make me kick off the flats and step into rain boots. I pose and pout into the mirror and then fake-punch Shelby when she laughs at me. Ridiculous face-making in front of mirrors is one of my favorite pastimes. Plus I look amazing in these dark blue skinny jeans and a black slouchy tank top with a hole in the back that goes down to the waistband on my jeans.

I had us dressed in casual yet sexy outfits, perfect for a barbeque party half of the racers of Mixon MX Park are attending. I only care about one of those racers. At the moment, his identical counterpart watches me through the mirror, upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her.

She talks to me through our reflection in the mirror, looking at my outfit and then hers. “I feel ugly. I can’t pull off this look.”

“You look great.” I put my arm around her and grab her chin with my other hand. “You look exactly like Ash.” I nudge her with my elbow like the dork that I am. “And I know for a fact that boy’s not ugly.”

“I look stupid. But I am happy you finally came around about my brother.”

It’s been a week since the fundraiser race. Ash spent his days working at the shop and his evenings with me. He would stop by the track if I was working and hang out with me until dark. Two days ago, we sat on the bridge in my back yard and talked about motocross. He has a lot of free time now that he isn’t riding.

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