Belle 12: Prissy Girl Meets Racing

I was so excited. Today was the first track race of the season. Only the best of the best drivers raced on a legit track. The boys picked me up in their truck. Abigal and all the boys except for Brody were already in the bed of Hunter’s truck with his race car in the trailer.

“Hey y’all!” I jumped in the bed.

“Southern Belle!”

“Where’s Brody?” I asked Brock.

“He’s bringing that prissy Miranda,” he chuckled.

“Can’t wait to see how that turns out,” I commented. Reality being, I was scared. I knew she’d be all over him just because I was there. This will be interesting to watch.

At the track we unloaded the car on the lot of the pits. We cracked open the tools and the boys started touching up the engine. Abigal and I leaned against the trailer like we were hot with a cut jean shorts, cowgirl boots, and open flannel shirts hanging off the shoulders. The sound of engines roaring made my heart race with it.

Brody finally showed up. Abigal and I decide to play a prank on Miranda and make her think we were bad-a*s smokers so we bought a pack of candy cigarettes and started smoking them. It looked pretty legit.

She was dressed like she was going to a fashion show. No guy around here would even glance in her direction. She had on a peach dress Hollywood women in their thirties would wear, with a black belt and heels. Best way to turn heads around here was to dress down and act like you belong here, at least when you’re new.

Soon Hunter was suited up and in the car for qualifying laps. Hopefully he’ll make it. You have to be in the top ten on the boards to qualify and it was based on speed and skill. Hunter normally did good enough to make it, but the drivers were different every year on the track, at least in the first race.

Hunter took off into the line of modified cars. The rest of us went up to the stands and watched from behind the fence.

Miranda sat on the bleachers behind us texting. When Brody suddenly bumped me, she was in his face about it. I was embarrassed for him.

“Hey, it was an accident. Don’t cause a scene. It’s not worth it.”

“Oh I will cause a scene now-”

I shushed her. Brody suddenly jumped between her and me. I was facing the track so I didn’t know why he did that. He took her off to the side so she could throw her little temper-tantrum in private. They were gone through the entire qualification race and scoring.

Hunter made it to the next race. Now it was fair game. All he had to do was race to be first and get ahead.

For now, we went back to the trailer to eat before the race in a couple of hours. The other cars’ races took quite an hour each, and there were three or four other cars that have to race before modified.

The boy sent Abigal and I on food duty. Miranda was appalled that she had to be subjected to serving boys. It was a way of life for Abigal and me so we could handle it by ourselves still.

The boys chowed down on food for a while shooting the breeze about what else they could do with car to make it go faster but won’t break down part way through the race. Miranda kept trying to hang on Brody mocking me, but he’d shoo her away when she did. Nice try. You can’t be wife-like with a country boy when he’s in work mode. Just sit back and chat with the gals. Oh right, she hates me. Oops.

He said something to her, probably something like, “Can you go with the gals?” or something like that because she was suddenly in his face again.

“What a b***h, huh?”

“I feel bad for him.”

“For more than one reason,” she reminded me.

“Not much I can do.”

I finally got tired of watching Miranda embarrass him, and even if she kills us, Abigal and I went over to her.

“Listen, your behavior is rude and embarrassing to the rest of us,” I started.

“Any beef that you have with Brody can be taken care of in private somewhere else, but out in public, it’s not okay,” Abigal jumped in.

“Either deal with boys being boys or leave,” I stated.

“But we will not sit here and let this rudeness continue,” Abigal chimed in.

“Do I make myself clear?” I said feeling bigger knowing the boys would back me up here since they were right behind me. She was about to tell me off until she notice Kyle behind me.

“Do they?” Kyle asked with his intimidation voice.

She nodded.

“Go sit,” Brody half hugged her away.

She didn’t talk the rest of the time. She just pouted which Brody didn’t give into. He didn’t put up with drama. She should know that by now how to go about him, but apparently not. In country relationships the girl caters to the boys and at the end of the day in private he treats her like a delicate flower when making love (to the boy, he should get satisfaction from pleasuring her) or catering to her needs when needed (sick, pregnant, injured, etc.). That’s the way it works with these boys, and it’s not about to change with one girl. I honestly felt like that’s how it should be if a girl wants to be treated right. Girls cater to boys to show respect and he should have enough respect to return the gestures. Country boys were raised to be gentlemen, and country girls were raised to be southern belles.

Brody started telling me about what he and all the boys did to the car to make it speed-up a little bit, and Miranda clung on to his arm. He started to get annoyed with her. He’d roll his eyes every time she’d touch him.

That wasn’t going to be a fun ride home for them. As much as I wanted to pluck him out of that situation, I had no right/power to do so. I just wish he knew what I could do for him . . .

“And! It’s over! Hunter Hicks crosses the finish line in first place! Wow! What a win!” the announcer enthusiastically called. We cheered him on in his cool-down lap. He had to have his car checked out before receiving the award, but the boys were very anal about following the regulation codes.

Once Hunter was handed the award, Miranda whined about going home. I could tell Brody just wanted to get her out of there so she’ll stop whining in his ear. He told us he’d be back for the after party in the pits with the other racers since there was still one race left.

We hung around playing country music out of the trailers until Brody came back with a smile on his face to be free.

“You’re not bring that back right?” Clayton asked right away.

“Nope. Never again,” he smiled. He acted like he had just dumped her freeing himself from her, so I took the initiative and didn’t waste any time getting things back to normal. I guess one embarrassing race day with Josie was enough for him to say “I’m done”.

He and I finally got to hang out like we used to. We started joking around, playfully pushing and pulling each other around. He actually pulled me into his hold against his body where my rear sat against his pelvis; his hand on my hip; my thumbs in my pockets. We swayed to the music, and soon all of us were moving around dancing around the trailer once the beat picked up. I had hope for us, because he came straight to me when he left her. Maybe I will tell him . . . soon. But this was how it was supposed to be. Free will.