I really couldn't believe this was happening.

I was tempted to pinch myself to double check if I was in a dream. If anyone ever told me that one day me and Nixon Ford, who created his own nickname for me, would be hanging out at the mall together, me holding shopping bags, I'd seriously ask them if they were high.

Or drunk.

Or a mental health patient.

I mean the bad boy and the invisible girl? Please, I'd be more likely to believe that Miley Cyrus had an ass.

But here I was with Nixon. Walking besides me. At the mall.

"Why so grumpy nugget?" I looked up to see Nixon smirking down at me. What a surprise.

"I-I'm not grumpy. I'm just confused," Stutter again?! I mentally slapped myself to get it together.

"Confused about what?"

"When I asked you what you wanted from me, your answer confused me,"

"There's nothing to be confused about Mara Moo. I said I wanted you and I meant it," Mara what?

Nixon halted which ultimately made me stop too. His light brown eyes suddenly found mine, piercing through them so hard, it was almost like he could see through my soul. This for some reason scared me. I noticed that his eyes were getting darker. It was so intense that I found myself looking away.

As soon as I did this his feet started moving towards me. The next thing I knew, a hand was placed on my shoulder which shoved me gently backwards until I hit a cold wall. Dropping all my bags on the floor, I was quickly intoxicated with Nixon's smell which made me woozy. I forced myself to look back up at him, who I found was still gazing at me with the same intensity.

I held my position this time, staring back with what I could only hope was the same as I was receiving.

He then lifted his right hand and gently stroked the side of my cheek with the back of his fingers and knuckle, ever so slowly. His hand was so soft. And surprisingly warm. Still holding his gaze I noticed that my breathing got shallower, my heart was beating twice as fast, my face was getting hotter and I was left with a trail of goosebumps. Why was my body reacting this way?

My mind went completely blank. I almost forgot where I was and what I was doing until suddenly Nixon stepped back with what looked like a satisfied smirk and continued walking.

"Wh-wha..." I let out a deep breath I didn't realise I was holding. I couldn't even form a single thought in my head so what made me think I could form a word? I felt bewildered.

The only other time this ever happens to me is during math class. Or when Jake talks about doctor stuff. How is it possible for another human being to make you react this way? To be fair Nixon Ford felt more than just a human being. He was more like a scary, sexy bull.

"We better hurry nugget, we have to be there by four,"

It took me a few seconds to register what Nixon had just said. Be where by four? Was he planning on murdering me? I then heard a soft chuckle and saw Nixon with an amused expression on his face.

"If I wanted to murder you I would have easily done it by now," Oh cheese sticks I must have said that out loud.

I really needed to work out talking in my head. I did a double take at his use of the word 'easily' and that didn't sit well with my stomach. For all I knew, he was being deadly serious. Ultimately, I was glued to my spot.

"Are you coming then or not?" Nixon sounded frustrated now which caused me to jump slightly.

The serious look he was giving me got me moving. I hastily grabbed my bags from the floor and followed Nixon's very toned back.

Soon we ended up outside in the parking lot, assuming that we were heading for his car. Nixon suddenly stopped and I took in what was parked in front of us. I felt my jaw drop in awe. I was speechless. It was stunning.

"Is this the Porsche 911-"

"S Martini? Yes it is," I didn't even have to look up to know that Nixon was smirking right now, it was all in his voice.

Not that I wanted to look up. It was impossible for me to take my eyes off of this beauty. It was matte black and had a design of red and blue stripes on its roof, hood and sides. The small spoiler on the back just added to its perfection. This was a racing car. And a breathtaking one at that. I couldn't help myself but smile widely at it. I think I even had butterflies.

"I love it,"

"I'm not surprised. Your reaction is priceless, you should see your face right now," Nixon said whilst chuckling.

I almost forgot he was here. I ignored his little comment and walked around the car to the passenger side to oogle the inside of it. The windows were tinted but I put my head against it to peer in.

"So little nugget knows her cars? That's pretty impressive for a girl," I now looked up to an amused Nixon who was stood by the driver's side opposite me. Did he just give me a compliment?

Now I definitely had butterflies. Being brought up in a family of boys rubs off on you. Not that he would know this.

I was pretty sure Nixon didn't know my relation to Aiden. As far as I was aware, Nixon didn't even know who Aiden was. Me and Aiden don't even look related and it's not like we hung out with each other at school. I'd be very surprised if Nixon did know. Most people who do eventually find out are told by one of us and they act so surprised. Okay, more like shocked. But that's probably because I'm practically invisible and they've never seen me before.

Nixon was similar to me in the fact that he didn't seem to have many friends. Rumours were that whenever he was seen at school he was alone. I've also heard that he had been seen with another serious looking tattoo clad guy a few times. I don't think I've ever seen him though. Not in the cafeteria anyways.

Yes, Aiden hated him but it has always seemed one sided. The school's scary bad boy and popular jock having a history? I don't think so.

"So how did you get this?" This car wasn't just your average Joe. I doubt you could just buy it like others. Plus, if you could it would be mega expensive.

"I won it," Nixon replied. How on earth do you win a car? He placed both of his forearms on top of the roof and simply smirked at me. This simple action showed off his muscles, clearly showing that the guy works out.

Not that I care.

"Won it how?"

"I race. And my next one is at four so I suggest you put your bags inside and get in the car," My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest.

And not because I was getting a ride in one of my dream cars.

****

It was loud.

As we reached closer it just got louder.

With rowdy people cheering, rap music blaring and cars zooming in the distance, the atmosphere was insane.

Nixon turned into a wide dirt road where a huge crowd of people turned around to look at us and parted into two.

I looked out the window to see that there was a line of cars parked on either side of the road, with huddles of people around each one. Some, who I assumed were the drivers, were cleaning their car windows. Some cars had their hoods popped open presumably to show off the engines underneath. With most of the girls in short tight clothes, this was literally like a scene out of fast and furious.

Nixon was revving his car loudly, even though we were driving fairly slow. The sound made me smile. I then realised he was doing it on purpose as I saw that he was smirking from the corner of my eye. He was enjoying my excitement about his car way too much.

I made a mental note to keep my excitement in my head.

We eventually stopped in the middle of the road and a rather bulking looking man walked over to Nixon's side. He looked to be in his late thirties, and had a blonde buzz cut. Nixon rolled down his window fully, allowing the man to stick his arms and head in slightly.

"Well this is a first. You brought company," The man had a thick accent which I didn't recognise. He made eye contact with me, slightly smirking and I looked away from embarrassment. I felt my cheeks heating up. Was I really the first person Nixon brought to a race?

"Eyes over here Joe," Nixon said this in a dangerously low voice. I peeked a glance to see that his hands were slightly tensing around the steering wheel and for some reason my heart beating twice as fast. Joe then chuckled.

"Apologies. You're up next kid, you know what to do," Nixon then gave a curt nod which almost seemed forced and put up his window.

Within a couple of seconds Nixon put his foot down which caused me to jolt and my head to hit the headrest roughly. He continued to what was a long straight concrete race track and stopped in front of the black and white start line. He was revving the car again, but this time I didn't get excited. I was nervous.

Moments later I heard another car. We both turned our heads to the right to see a modified neon green Nissan Skyline. I was definitely in awe.

Nixon then put his window down, as the other driver did. I leaned forward to get a better view. It was a young man, appearing to be a little older than us. He had jelled black hair and a smirk on his face. Definitely the cocky type.

"Hey asshole, ready to lose?" The other guy was clearly trying to taunt an unfazed Nixon. He simply smirked back and rolled up his window. He turned over to me, giving me his bold stare. The kind of look I found impossible to look away from.

"Get ready nugget, it's going to be a rough ride,"

I gulped.