A/n: I apologize for my lack of updates. My computer was down for a while, and I couldn't update when I wanted to, and this chapter got put onto the back burner with school. I'll try not to let that happen, but now my monitor is dying, so I don't know for how much longer that I'll be able to update.
"Do you need me to stay?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I shook my head. It was awkward enough asking him for a ride, and it wasn't necessary for him to baby-sit me when he had other things to do. Besides, guys could be really impatient, and it would take me a few hours to see if there were any decent riders there or not.
"Okay, but I choose to stay."
He quietly followed behind me, not uttering a single word as I lead us into the track, taking a seat on the bleachers. Racers were messing around, doing crazy jumps and flips, wanting to show off. I rolled my eyes. It was only because they saw me, the one and only Andrea Carson. Guys had been all over me, contrary to what most thought. I suppose they liked a girl who enjoyed getting down and dirty.
"Ugh. There are such pigs," I muttered under my breath.
"You wouldn't even know. They're usually worse than that," he told me sincerely.
"I guess that's somewhat believable…" I trailed. "Guys really do have a one track mind. I know that from first hand experience." I immediately clamped a hand over my mouth. Spilling my guts to a stranger was stupid and uncalled for. I wasn't about to throw my problems on someone else. Besides, no one needed to know that Dean and I weren't on speaking terms anymore.
"What are you saying?"
"What does it sound like I'm saying?" I harshly shot back.
"You know something I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to even pay any attention to me. I could hardly blame him. After all, I was the one being a bitch because I was still bitter over Dean. The reputation of my family was in my hands, and I wasn't quite sure if I could handle the pressure.
"Precisely. That's how I want it to say."
"Why did you even bring it up then?" he fired at me.
"I don't know," I told him honestly. "I spoke too soon. I didn't mean to even mention it. It just, sort of slipped out." My cheeks slightly flushed, and I diverted my attention back to the track and the riders. I had some fish to fry, and I wasn't going to live until it was completely done.
A few hours later, most of the riders were packing up- dirty and sore. I tried to catch up with a few, but they just gave me the roundabout answer every time. No guy dared to speak to me. I suppose Andrew was behind that. He was the typical twin brother that looked out for his sister, warning the guys of what would happen if they fucked with me.
It was one of these times I had wished that Andrew hadn't said anything to start with. I was just hoping to catch 'one' of the damn fools, but I could hardly get their attention.
Defeated, I walked back towards the guy who brought me there. I still didn't know his name.
"This was stupid. What was I thinking?" I snapped, plopping onto the seat beside him.
He sighed, his shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes as he turned to look at me.
"I might be able to help you out."
My eyes widened in shock. I was surprised to say the least. Life needed to deal me a good hand- for once.
By then, my enthusiasm had skyrocketed, and was easy to identify.
"Lets talk about it on the way to your house."
"But, what about the riders?" I asked, flabbergasted.
He just smiled, that smile that could melt a million girls' hearts, and he grabbed my hand, dragging me back towards his car. "Trust me. I have a plan."
It was hard to trust someone that you've known for such a short period of time. Although I was thankful for his help, I still thought his actions were questionable. I didn't like the fact that he was willing to jump and help solve all my problems. People just didn't work that way.
"Fine," I told him, crossing my arms across my chest. "Try and hurry because I have some cheerleading cheers to learn before tomorrow nights game." As we were walking back into the parking lot, he froze, causing me to slam into his back, painfully.
"Cheerleader?" he asked, clearly confused. "Wait. I'm sort of confused here."
"I'm sure you've heard of me," I told him quietly. "Andrea Carson."
His eyes grew as large as saucers. The look on his face showed pure shock.
"I can't believe that's you…"
"It is. I'm just trying to catch a break here." By that time of the day, the wind was starting to pick up, and it seemed as if a storm was rolling on in.
"Oh." He still seemed baffled. "What about your 250 rider, Dean Talon?"
At just the mention of his name, it was hard to swallow the fact that he was gone, and to accept the fact that it was my fault he left. I could have gone with him, and I could have stopped him from making the biggest mistake of his life. His career was just starting to looking up, and he destroyed it by his stubborn, cocky attitude.
"He left." My tone was cold, very bitter. "Apparently he had bigger things planned for himself. You know how it is." I shrugged. What had I done?
"Oh, that's some pretty shitty luck. Sounds very unlike Dean, too."
"How would you know?" I arched my eyebrow at him, curious to know what he knew about Dean.
"Dean and I are cousins."
Of all things I had been expecting- this hadn't been one of them. And the worst part was that I was stuck here talking to someone that was like Dean and looked a little like him. It seemed as if life wasn't done throwing the curve balls at me yet.
"We really need a rider. I fucked up big time with him. Please." My eyes pleaded with him. "I just want to get things back on track with my father, too. I've put him under a lot of stress, and he's starting to crack. Plus, our relationship hasn't been all that pleasant either."
It was really difficult to accept all the little mistakes I made that caused such huge catastrophes. Dean and I were getting along great- we were more then friends, and I think that's why it didn't work out. My father had warned me not to get involved with Dean, and I go and do it anyway to defy him. It was hard enough lying to him about pretending to be Andrew, but it was even harder to blatantly ignore what he told me.
"I think we should probably go now," he finally spoke up. "I want to discuss my plan with you before the sun sets."
I nodded my head. The least I could do was try and fix what I had so badly screwed up. It was obvious Dean wasn't coming back, and we needed that rider. Of course we had received a lot of offers, but we needed somebody who was mucking things up in the Motocross world.
"Hey, can I ask you a quick question?"
"It depends." He eyed me wearily, tilting his head to the side.
"What's your name?"
"Ryan. Ryan Curry."
A/n: Dun, dun, dun. So we have a new character, who will most likely play a vital role in this story. As for Dean, he will be included further into this story, so don't think I'm just tossing him out of the story. We needed to get Dean out of the way to help focus on Andrea without boys in the mix to mess things up. Also, I've decided that cheerleading and motocross will be a huge part of this story. I know that I hardly update, but it's difficult to make things happen.
And, I've decided to rewrite some parts of the story I'm not very proud of. Majority of this story was written over a year ago, and I imagine it scares away a lot of you. So, my goal will be to revamp the previous eight chapters, and write the next one too. I'm hoping to update before New Years- no promises though.
If anyone is still reading- I thank you for all your patience. I'm horrible with updating, and I know you guys must find it really annoying that I take so long and upload such a short chapter. As soon as I get past chapter ten, things will start to take shape. Please trust me. I know what I'm doing.