Falling For The Biker - Chapter 83: Chapter 83
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Sierra’s POV
They didn't seem to have noticed me as they looked away, taking their seats like royalty.
How could they be so smug about ruining their own son’s life? I always thought it was a rumour that Arthur’s parents were unsupportive of him. I didn’t think it was true in any form, but I was wrong. They truly weren’t supportive, hurting Arthur. I heard his pain through his voice.
If only they could feel it.
“Let’s go, Sierra,” Jackson said.
We walked back to her seats, Elvis beside me. He held onto his gift bag, eager to give it to Arthur if he won, but right now, I doubted he would be able to. My eyes went to Arthur’s parents yet again.
They were being given premium treatment. I didn’t hate that, but I hated how calm they were. Only because of Arthur would I not match over there. I could never imagine parents being cruel to their children, all because of their own benefits.
“Let’s welcome our racers!” the commentator said.
The audience screamed and clapped in excitement. “Standing at number one on the line, we have one of the greatest bikers, Dexter!” the commentator said.
“Woo! Dexter!” someone screamed below us through the clapping.
Dad scoffed with a roll of his eyes. Dad sure was petty, but I understood his resentment for Dexter. The commentator announced other contestants. Some weren’t professional bikers, but it was fine. “The last of our contestants is…”
I could hear my heart beating rapidly as we waited for the name to be called. I wished it was Arthur. The man had the build of Arthur, but that was all. Everything else seemed different.
The bike was not Arthur’s, as I would have recognized it since I had seen his bike collections. His tracksuit was also different from any of the ones Arthur rides. “It is a surprising entry. He has never partaken in mini races but has achieved a great feat in just three years of racing. Let’s welcome Rider K!” the commentator said.
Each of us slummed on her seats at the mention of the name. A few people clapped while others murmured. It seemed they all were just as expectant as we were. Most people were eager to have Arthur on the racetrack today. They seemed disappointed.
“Who is he?” I asked Jackson.
“A new rider. He came into the industry three years. He only partakes in huge races, never has he been seen in small races. His face has also been kept hidden. Once the pictures leaked but it was wiped off the internet in seconds. He lacks a manager, yet he is exceptional in his thing, which gives him a lot of recognition,” Jackson explained, then sighed.
“I didn’t know he was part of our village. He sure knew how to keep a low profile, but this only means Arthur is not partaking in the race,” he added.
I nodded, a knot forming in my stomach. Not to put Rider K down, but I expected Arthur there. Where really was he? I looked around, hoping he was in the crowd somehow, but even I could not spot him anywhere.
Everyone watched the screen as they read out the countdown. “… three, two, ONE!” they all yelled, and the whistle was blown.
The riders went into action, Rider K at the last of them all. Dexter led, and the people roared out his name. “Dexter! Dexter!”
Dexter loved this as he made his engine roar, moving with controlled speed. The others seem to be falling short and Rider K, he seemed as calm as ever. It felt as though he wasn’t even trying, only riding as the last.
“Only two miles left for the race and Dexter is still leading. It seems we might have our winner!” the commentator said, and the audience roared a clap.
With this, Rider K’s engine roared. In an instant, he overtook five riders, causing the crowd to echo a sound of shock. Minutes in and Rider K overtook all the others, tailing Dexter.
Dexter looked behind him, then pressed the accelerator to get Rider K off his back. But it wasn’t so easy. “It seems there is a head to head between Rider K and Dexter. Who do you think will take the lead?”
Just as the commentator finished, Rider K overtook Dexter, leaving him in the dust. It was quick as he took a curve. For a second, it felt as though Dexter could overtake, but Rider K beat him to it.
“Only a mile left!” the commentator said.
The crowd turned silent, all eyes on the two bikers on the screen, ignoring those who stopped halfway and others who were barely catching up to them. Dexter overtook Rider K half a mile in and the crowd roared in screams, but before they could relax, Rider K was close to the finish line, Dexter a few paces behind him.
I was focused on watching Rider K. My eyes moved from his well tinted helmet to the gloves on his hand as he rolled the throttle of his bike. His movement was steady, precise and relaxed, like he knew he had this in the bag.
My eyes went to Arthur’s parents' seat, and they seemed to have gone missing. I looked around to see if I could spot them but they were nowhere close. Did they feel bad halfway for what they did to Arthur?
I could not stay here. I needed to find Arthur. I rose, heading out of the roll of seats. Just as I got to the staircase, I turned around to the racers and my eyes spotted something. Something I had missed all this time.
Without thinking, I rushed to towards the finish line.
They didn't seem to have noticed me as they looked away, taking their seats like royalty.
How could they be so smug about ruining their own son’s life? I always thought it was a rumour that Arthur’s parents were unsupportive of him. I didn’t think it was true in any form, but I was wrong. They truly weren’t supportive, hurting Arthur. I heard his pain through his voice.
If only they could feel it.
“Let’s go, Sierra,” Jackson said.
We walked back to her seats, Elvis beside me. He held onto his gift bag, eager to give it to Arthur if he won, but right now, I doubted he would be able to. My eyes went to Arthur’s parents yet again.
They were being given premium treatment. I didn’t hate that, but I hated how calm they were. Only because of Arthur would I not match over there. I could never imagine parents being cruel to their children, all because of their own benefits.
“Let’s welcome our racers!” the commentator said.
The audience screamed and clapped in excitement. “Standing at number one on the line, we have one of the greatest bikers, Dexter!” the commentator said.
“Woo! Dexter!” someone screamed below us through the clapping.
Dad scoffed with a roll of his eyes. Dad sure was petty, but I understood his resentment for Dexter. The commentator announced other contestants. Some weren’t professional bikers, but it was fine. “The last of our contestants is…”
I could hear my heart beating rapidly as we waited for the name to be called. I wished it was Arthur. The man had the build of Arthur, but that was all. Everything else seemed different.
The bike was not Arthur’s, as I would have recognized it since I had seen his bike collections. His tracksuit was also different from any of the ones Arthur rides. “It is a surprising entry. He has never partaken in mini races but has achieved a great feat in just three years of racing. Let’s welcome Rider K!” the commentator said.
Each of us slummed on her seats at the mention of the name. A few people clapped while others murmured. It seemed they all were just as expectant as we were. Most people were eager to have Arthur on the racetrack today. They seemed disappointed.
“Who is he?” I asked Jackson.
“A new rider. He came into the industry three years. He only partakes in huge races, never has he been seen in small races. His face has also been kept hidden. Once the pictures leaked but it was wiped off the internet in seconds. He lacks a manager, yet he is exceptional in his thing, which gives him a lot of recognition,” Jackson explained, then sighed.
“I didn’t know he was part of our village. He sure knew how to keep a low profile, but this only means Arthur is not partaking in the race,” he added.
I nodded, a knot forming in my stomach. Not to put Rider K down, but I expected Arthur there. Where really was he? I looked around, hoping he was in the crowd somehow, but even I could not spot him anywhere.
Everyone watched the screen as they read out the countdown. “… three, two, ONE!” they all yelled, and the whistle was blown.
The riders went into action, Rider K at the last of them all. Dexter led, and the people roared out his name. “Dexter! Dexter!”
Dexter loved this as he made his engine roar, moving with controlled speed. The others seem to be falling short and Rider K, he seemed as calm as ever. It felt as though he wasn’t even trying, only riding as the last.
“Only two miles left for the race and Dexter is still leading. It seems we might have our winner!” the commentator said, and the audience roared a clap.
With this, Rider K’s engine roared. In an instant, he overtook five riders, causing the crowd to echo a sound of shock. Minutes in and Rider K overtook all the others, tailing Dexter.
Dexter looked behind him, then pressed the accelerator to get Rider K off his back. But it wasn’t so easy. “It seems there is a head to head between Rider K and Dexter. Who do you think will take the lead?”
Just as the commentator finished, Rider K overtook Dexter, leaving him in the dust. It was quick as he took a curve. For a second, it felt as though Dexter could overtake, but Rider K beat him to it.
“Only a mile left!” the commentator said.
The crowd turned silent, all eyes on the two bikers on the screen, ignoring those who stopped halfway and others who were barely catching up to them. Dexter overtook Rider K half a mile in and the crowd roared in screams, but before they could relax, Rider K was close to the finish line, Dexter a few paces behind him.
I was focused on watching Rider K. My eyes moved from his well tinted helmet to the gloves on his hand as he rolled the throttle of his bike. His movement was steady, precise and relaxed, like he knew he had this in the bag.
My eyes went to Arthur’s parents' seat, and they seemed to have gone missing. I looked around to see if I could spot them but they were nowhere close. Did they feel bad halfway for what they did to Arthur?
I could not stay here. I needed to find Arthur. I rose, heading out of the roll of seats. Just as I got to the staircase, I turned around to the racers and my eyes spotted something. Something I had missed all this time.
Without thinking, I rushed to towards the finish line.
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