The loud engines of the motorcycles screamed, the exhausts let out smoke.

Dunes of rippling sand was laid with cones lined up.

You were the first girl ever to compete in the enduro race, everyone was doubting you but you had motivation, a dream.

Coming to outerbanks just to chase your dreams, everyone underestimated you.

After all, you were just some new girl in town.

Dressed in gear, your vest tightened and strapped to go. Holding your helmet in your hand as you tightly strapped on the boots.

Noticing snickers coming from your left side, you glanced over at the direction. Two tall guys, one with a buzz cut and other with choppy messy blonde hair.

Clearly they weren’t trying to conceal their laughter or slander, the taller one with the buzz told his friend, “Man, see that new chick? Dead last in the race.”

The other guy chuckeled, “You think? Easy, let’s bet on how long she has to take.”

“Right, as if she isn’t going to be disqualified in the first minute,” The taller guy replied, laughing.

“$200 on the first two minutes. What’s your bet, Rafe?” The chopped blonde guy on the red bike, slapping a hand on the taller one’s shoulder.

Rafe, huh? Interesting. Undermining you when he didn’t even know you at all.

“What are you? A cheapskate? $500 on the first minute,” Rafe spoke with confidence, adding a smirk.

He clutched his black helmet under his arm, hooking his fingers on the top of his safety vest.

The piercing blues eyes shifted over to your figure, staring you down.

Furrowed brows, as he carefully studied you. The loud speakers screeched, the flag marshals waving their flags grabbing everyone’s attention.