Falling For The Biker - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Sierra’s POV
I opened my eyes to meet the back of Arthur’s head. He was seated beside me on the bed, but looked the other way. “Arthur,” I called out, grabbing his attention.
He turned around, giving me a warm smile. “You’re awake,” he said.
I sat up, watching his expression. His brows were furrowed, but he kept a smile on his face. “Breakfast just came. Come,” he said, helping me out of the bed.
He led me to the living room, where the table was already set. I took a seat and only found one plate served. “Wouldn’t you have some?” I asked.
“No, I have a race later. I do well with an empty stomach. Could you come? I’ll like it if you were there,” he said.
I didn’t want to, considering I was meant to end whatever fantasy I had in my head for him. But maybe instead of sitting around at home, I could watch the race. I heard about the race while at the party. It was meant to happen yesterday, but I guessed the blizzard postponed it.
“Sure,” I simply said.
I returned home, glad to hear the blizzard did not cause any casualties this time. Mum and Dad prepared to attend the race. From what they told me, it was like a practice race in preparation for the Christmas race that would be happening in only a week.
I helped Elvis get prepared. “Uncle Arthur is so cool, Mommy,” Elvis said with a big smile.
“Oh, really?” I said.
He hummed. “Grandpa showed me his videos. I want to ride a bike, Mommy,” he jumped.
“No,” I firmly said.
He pouted. “Why, Mommy? I really want to,”
“It’s dangerous. You are not grown enough to ride one,” I told him.
“Can I ride with Uncle Arthur then?” he asked, but before I could answer, he ran out of the room. “I’ll ask him,” he yelled.
I sighed. Elvis was certainly not going to get on that bike. We all drove dad’s truck to the racetrack. I could not get my mind off the look on Arthur’s face. He tried to hide, but he wasn’t very good at it.
I knew I should not be worried about him, but then I feared it had something to do with me or was it Maria. Maybe he was tired of me already. It was expected, but it still hurts. I overheard him talking on the phone last night.
I could not hear much, but it had something to do with Maria. Was he thinking of getting into a relationship with her? I shook my head, trying to force those thoughts off my mind. “Mommy,” Elvis’ voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I looked around and found we had arrived. “I’ll take Elvis,” Jackson said.
Elvis ran off. “Come, uncle,” he yelled from afar.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jackson said, running after him.
Mum and Dad were nowhere to be found, and I was left alone. I felt a little thirsty and grabbed a bottle of water before heading in to find our seats. I stared down at the ticket in my hand, indicating our seating arrangement.
I wasn’t very familiar with the environment and I kept finding myself in the same spot. “Hey, isn’t it that chick?” I heard someone say at the side as I looked around but I didn’t think I was the one.
“Yeah, the Sierra chick?” another responded.
“She’s not all that, you know.”
“Not every city girl is,”
“Then what attracted Arthur to her? I heard he has been defending her lately. It seems he really wants to hit,”
They both laughed. “Neil told me they did a few days ago,”
“It seems she will be out the window soon,” they laughed once again.
“Hey,” I heard Neil’s voice.
Only then did I turn in their direction. “Forgotten about his warnings so soon? Don’t mess with her,” Neil said.
“What? He’ll forget about her soon,” one of the guys argued, passing me a condescending look.
Neil turned to me, giving me an apologetic look, but I walked away, ignoring them. I spotted Jackson and the others. “Mommy,” Elvis yelled, waving at me.
It caught the attention of a lot of people, and I tried my best to ignore their gazes as I found my way to my seat. I noticed a few of them whispering to themselves. I held my skirt, trying my best to act unconcerned.
“I heard he is going to cut her loose her after tonight’s game,” I heard a lady whisper behind me.
“Ignore them,” Jackson whispered beside me.
I nodded even though I could not. A few of them were more focused on me than the game that was about to start. “The game is about to start,” the commentator began.
I could barely focus on what was being said. The sounds of people cheering, clapping, and screaming filled my eardrums, yet it wasn’t enough to drown out those words I heard earlier. I tried to hold it all together, to focus.
The bikes roared to life and my eyes quickly landed on the one person I knew was Arthur. I had seen that bike once but I could tell it was his. The trumpet blew, and the race began.
“As expected of our international champion, Arthur is leading seconds into the game,” the commentator said.
The crowd cheered. The next minute, another biker overtook Arthur with a sharp drift, sending a gasp through the crowd. “Who is that?” someone asked.
“That bastard,” Dad cursed.
“Dexter is leading with Arthur only a few distances away. Would he be able to overtake in time?” the commentator said.
The tension was high, with only a few distances left for the finish line, yet my mind was dancing all over the place, unable to feel anything aside from the internal turmoil I had been subjected to.
“He is close to the finish line!” the commentator announced.
And a surge of regret burst through me. I jolted up, rushing out up my seat and out the bleachers. Just before I crossed the exit, I heard another gasp from the audience. “Arthur crashed!”