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Street Racing

Tyrako's wound was slowly healing but the pain had worn out, letting him able to practice driving again with Kelas.
 
If she can live a secret life, then her father won't need to know. Unfortunately, Carter is getting antsy. But Vanessa still won't back down.
 
Soon Wednesday came. The two familiar black GTRs was back at the race. Kelas went to park his car at the starting line first before going to Tyrako's to talk to him.
 
"Oh hey 'Asen." Tyrako said, looking through the side window. His head wasn't wrapped in bandages anymore but the would was still covered by band-aids.
 
"No. Not yet. I'm ok to drive but not racing." Tyrako said with a sad smile. Anyone could easily tell that he was eager to race.
 
"Oh." She can't help the disappointment oozing out of her voice. He looks so excited that not racing would be like not breathing. "You'll race in no time." She smiles, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
 
The countdown started and Kelas revved. The gun was shot and Kelas quickly sped up, passing the opponents.
 
Kelas then slowed down and blocked their opponents, letting Vanessa to go ahead. "Go ahead! Get some distance!"
 
Vanessa groans in reply. She wants to help Kelas, too, but she's not in the position to complain right now. She drives ahead.
 
"Hey, Kelas," Vanessa says. "Thanks for always saving my ass." She veers around, preparing to go for the second lap.
 
Kelas went for a nitro finish as he sped up with the nitro and went over the finish line, quickly braking and did a U-Turn. They finished before others just a few seconds.
 
"Aother couple of grands." Kelas smiled, getting their reward money. Tyrako was cheering with a crowd.
 

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