Title: No Hay Igual
Author: ME!
Disclaimer: Not mine...just the idea.
Summary: Drama-rama for Teenage Dom & Letty...'nuff said.
Feedback: HELL YEAH!
Rating: R for language, drama and violence!

Chapter One: Stare Much...?

It's a Friday night…one of the hottest of the summer. The A.C. in my house has been busted for years but my folks are usually too wasted to notice.

Normally I'd have been at Johnny's race, on the other side of town, but they'd declared the last race the end of the season. Sitting at home is driving me crazy. Johnny and I werent exactly on the greatest of terms.

I didn't have at the races to know that Dom's probably with another random skank…but I can't help wondering which one it is this time.

I hope he's not still with the same girl, the one from before summer. But that's ridiculous...it was be unheard of for him to be with the same girl for that long. Still, the last time I'd tried calling his cell phone, the girl who picked up had sounded just like her. The very thought of it pissed me off beyond belief—at him, for being such a player; at myself, for giving a damn about who he might be with...but mostly at Johnny, 'cause it was his stupid ass who refused to let her go to the races.

"Fuck this." I muttered to myself, grabbing my cell. I called Vince, praying he was still close by. "Hey, you still at home?"

"Naw, girl. On my way to the races. Why?"

"Come get me."

"Don' know about that, now, Letty girl." He said.

"V…you are gonna come pick me up, or I'm gonna beat your ass Monday."

"Fine. Goddamn, why you gotta be so fuckin' pushy?!"

"Whatever, Vince." This argument bored me already.

At the races, I found Mia and was soon on the phone with Vince again…trying to get an answer on what the hell was wrong with Dom.

"V, what the fuck is your boy's problem tonight?"

"What're you talkin' about, Letty?"

"He keeps fuckin' starin' at me…"

"Like you ain' interested…" Vince snorted. "Probly starin' at some skank close to ya, girl."'

"Fuck you, V."

"Not in this lifetime, chica."

"I'm tellin' you…he's actin' weird. Better get his shit together if he's racing." I snapped at him.

"Whatever, girl." Vince snorted again. "'s not like he's lookin' to fuck ya."

"An' I didn't say he was, did I?" I shot back.

"Chill, Lett."

"Whatever, V." I was fuming and wanting to hang up on his ass.

"Pop a midol, why don't you?" vince muttered, thinking I wouldn't hear it.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, Vince?"

"Go. Pop. A. Fuckin'. Midol!" I stood up on my toes, searching the crowd, trying to figure out exactly where Vince was at.

"You're gonna regret that, V..."

"Uh-huh. Keep tellin yourself that, Lett…"

"You don't think I can kick your ass?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "I fight dirty, remember?"

"I think Dom ain' gonna let it happen…"

"And how the fuck is he gonna stop me?" I snarled into the phone.

"Cool your pistons, you crazy Latina!"

"Yeah, well stop bein' such an ass!"

"Look, you crazy chica...he's not interested in you, so lay off!"

"Look, V. I'm gonna say this real slow, so you get it. I never said he was interested in me. I said he keeps starin' and it's fuckin' creepy!" I swear that boy was so fuckin' stupid sometimes!

"'s probly starin' at Camille, Letty."

"Camille ain't anywhere over here, Vince." I snorted.

"Okay…Monica, then."

"You know that bitch don't come near me either…"

"Then for all i know, the man's got a new fuck interest." Vince settled.

"Well you should do 'im a favor, tell 'im he ain't gonna get in her pants lookin' like a fuckin' stalker!" I was almost shouting into the phone.

"I was talkin' about you, Vargas!"

"What?"

"Did I stutter, girl?"

"Well you ain't makin' much sense…" I said.

"All I'm sayin' is if he's starin in your direction, but there ain' a skank, you done somethin' to get his attention…"

"Like WHAT?!"

"Hell if I know and hell if I care!. I ain't lookin to fuck the man."

"Like I am?" I snort. "I'm over that, V."

"Whatever, crazy lady. You know you want him."

"I'm with JOHNNY, now, 'member, V?"

"Probably what got Dom's attention."

"What, he decides he wants me 'cause he can't have me now?" I said, muttering to myself, "Guys are suck pricks."

"We all know you went with Johnny cause Dom's got shit for brains."

"Yeah, well, I'm done waitin' around for him, V."

"Yeah, well, tell Dom that when…" he muttered somethin about mornin' wood that I didn't quite catch.

"What, V?"

"Didn't say nothin', girl." He dodged the question.

"Whatever. They racing or what?" I asked.

"Go ask…" Vince dared me, "might wind up gettin' that Frencher you've been droolin over since before you got with the prick…"

"I'm not talkin' to 'im, V, remember?"

"Then you won't mind me tellin you he stares at your ass when you ain'
lookin, and down your shirt, among other things." Vince said. I could almost hear the laughter in his voice.

"I fuckin' told you he was starin' at me!" I shrieked.

"Right, right...what i said earlier was he gets off on you, girlfight." I don't know why, but my heart stopped for a second when he said that.

"Yeah, sure, V," I snorted. "He tell you that or somethin'?"

"I hear a LOT of things I don' wanna hear, girl." Vince said, sounding nauseated at the thought. "Trust me. he wants you."

"He's got a damn weird way of showin' it, if you're right…" I said. I couldn't believe I was even considering giving any credibility.

"Whaddya want him ta do, girl? Write it on a fuckin' billboard?!"

"Maybe…" I laughed. "He might start by tryin' to talk to me…"

"Lemme put it this way: 'member when he broke that intake last month?"

"Yeah…"

"He did that when he found out you were still with Johnny." Vince said, "was thinkin' about askin you out or somethin. nearly decked me for tellin' him…"

"Well...tell 'im he hasn't shown me a single fuckin' reason i shouldn't still be with Johnny… wouldn't even answer the phone all the times I tried callin' 'im over the summer." I wasn't sure where this conversation was going, and wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

"Look, I didn't wanna tell you this, but…"

"What?"

"Dom an' I saw Johnny with some chick...one of your old friends or somethin'...Marisol Nunez I think. They were all over each other; damn near goin' at it in public, man." I'd known about Marisol and Johnny, but hearing it from Vince just made me sick to my stomach.

"That ain't Dom showin' me why I shouldn't still be with Johnny. an' trust me...Johnny's already given me plenty of reasons…"

"What do you want him to do?!" Vince roared at me over the phone.

"Like I said...actually talkin' to me might be a start."

"Boy'd probably wind up kissin you before he said anything." Vince snorted at me.

"An' that would be a problem...how?" I was being ridiculous and we both knew it.

"What, you wouldn't knock 'im one if he tongued you?!"

"He'll have to try it to find out."

Vince hung up on me…he fuckin' hung up on me!!

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Vince's POV

"Dom…yeah, man. You're good to go." I said before hanging up again. He knew what I meant.

"What the fuck was that?!" Letty demanded

"Watch and see, girl." I growled. "Here he comes."

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Letty's POV

"I'm gonna kill you, Vince…"

Dom was less than 3 feet away from me and getting closer…I watched him, arms folded over my chest and looked up at him.

"Dom…what the hell?"

He took my face in his hands.

I heard a growl from low in his chest as he pulled me to him.

He pulled my face to his, kissing me before I could finish my sentence.

His tongue grazed my lips, seeking permission.

Before I knew what I was doing, I'd opened my mouth slightly against his, making him moan.

One of his hands went to the small of my back as he eased his tongue into the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dom's POV

"Letty…" I groaned against her mouth. I felt my dick stir.

"You like that…?" she pulled away from me.

"Love it…" I pulled her back into the kiss, hands knotted gently in her hair.

She kissed me again…harder, her tongue fighting mine.

"Love you…" I growled in her ear. "Leave him…"

I should have seen it coming, but I didn't.

She pulled away from me, reached back and let loose with a right hook, slamming into my jaw.

"What the hell, Letty?!"