“Maybe you should talk to Maria before the big race, Sister Ali.” The ghost in her skateboard, Jeremy Trucks, told Ali (It’s a long story). Ali wrapped her arms around her legs.
“It’s not that simple, Ghost Trucks,” She began to speak. “After I saved her life from the D.C.I., Dane has been pissed at me for saving his own sister’s life for no reason whatsoever. And then I lied about not liking Maria when I really do.” Jeremy chuckled at the thought of Ali having a crush on the girl who keeps on calling her a street rat.
“Well, we’ll see when we get there, Sister Ali.”
i.
The first time I kissed Maria was after the end of my first training session.
“What do you want, street rat?” Maria asked.
“I just wanted to say,” I kissed her lips softly. “Thank you for saving my fall.”
ii.
The second time I kissed Maria was after my talk with Ghost Trucks.
“Who were you talking to?”
“Oh, nobody in particular!” I lied.
“Ok then, street rat. Let’s go race against the Playa Clan.” Maria walked downstairs but not until I held her arm.
“Hey, Mar-Mar.”
“Are you seriously giving me a nickname?”
I kissed her hand before Maria left me alone.
iii.
The third time I kissed Maria was after I saved her life from the D.C.I.
“Thank you, Ali. For, well, saving my life.”
“It was a pleasure,” Maria chuckled. “Hey, what are you laughing about?”
“It’s nothing. I just find you annoyingly cute.”
I hugged Maria before kissing her forehead.
“You’re welcome.”
+ i.
The first time I kissed that damn street rat was after the final race with Playa Clan. And no. I don’t want to speak about it.