Pieces of Lies by Angela Richardson

many, Tess.”
    She looked at me sympathetically and then her eyes lit up. “Wait, did you say he kissed you?”
    I had all but forgotten I mentioned that part, “Yes, twice.”  I began to think about those kisses,
    “And…” Tess pushed.
    “Well let’s just say if I wasn’t already sitting down when both of those kisses took place, my knees would have certainly buckled from underneath me.”
    Tess clinked my glass with hers, “Well, that certainly sounds promising.”
    It was close to midnight when we finished the bottle of Merlot. Tess called her roommate to come pick her up and I walked her out to the front of the apartment block while we waited for her ride. Suddenly both our shoulders flinched in surprise as the sound of an exotic engine came burning down the street. We both took a few steps back as a cherry-red Lamborghini Aventador pulled into my driveway. I was completely blown away when I saw Clint in the driver’s seat. 
    I walked over to the luscious looking car. Tess eyed it curiously. “What are you doing here?” I asked him looking stunned.
    Clint looked excited and nervous all at once as I leaned in on his car door. “I took a punt you were awake.”
    Tess’s ride pulled up and before she ran off she yelled, “You two have fun now.” I shook my head; she just had to be cheeky.
    As she sped away, I turned my attention back to Clint, “So since your gamble paid off, what are you doing here?”
    He turned off the motor, and eased back slightly in the driver’s seat, “I wanted to see if you’ll come for a drive in my dad’s new toy.”
    I looked at the automotive masterpiece with desire, “So you turn up at my place, close to midnight, in the hope I would go for a joy ride with you?” He nodded confidently. I ran my hand along the body of the car, admiring its beauty. “Oh hell yes!” and I raced around to the passenger’s side and climbed in.
    Clint turned on the engine, “I should probably also mention that my dad doesn’t know I’ve taken this.”
    I grinned. Is this Clint’s attempt at being rebellious? “That’s cute, taking your daddy’s car without his permission. You sure live dangerously.”
    He could hear the sarcasm in my voice and responded in like, “Oh, well since that doesn’t bother you, then the fact we are going to be in an illegal car race shouldn’t affect you at all.”
    My head did a double turn. I tried to yell ‘What?’ but Clint revved the motor loudly and pulled out of the driveway so he couldn’t give me an answer.
    “Are you kidding me?” I shrieked, as we sped along down my street, but Clint kept driving and refusing to respond. “I’m not going to be a part of this unless you tell me what’s going on!” I yelled, and Clint pulled over to the side of the road.
    He turned to face me, a serious expression on his face, “OK, OK, I’ll explain.” He took a deep breath, “A few of the societies in the area are involved in an underground car race every year. It’s for bragging rights, and, I’ve always wanted to do it. But with my family, my dad, the business, you know, they would never allow me.”
    I nodded and turned myself back to face the road, “Well alright then,” I said.
    Clint held the steering wheel and he stared at my dead reaction, “You’re not going to try and talk me out of it?”
    I turned back to him. “Why would I Clint? Why would I stop you doing something you want to do, it’s obviously important to you,” and then he flashed me his gorgeous smile.
    “You are fearless, you know that Norah.”
    I turned away and looked out the window as the town’s lights breezed past us, murmuring to myself, “I don’t know about that.”
    On the outskirts of town there was a mountainside with a series of roads used to access private woodland cabins. It was a quiet time of year and the roads were usually pretty deserted. About fifteen years back, some of the neighboring universities with their secret societies held a rival