I walked towards the brightly lit building. Strobe lights streamed outside the windows and bounced off the visible walls. The music being heard through the vibrations off the floor. I could hear tires screeching on the gravel. I had to push my way through the crowd due to the excitement infused races. Sweat and shouts dropped on me like an atomic bomb, making me instantly regret my decision to retrieve this idiot kid.

If it's this crowded outside, I just cant wait to see the inside of this place. As I walked through the doorway, thin pale sticks of women started to plague my vision.

Skanks, of course. What was I expecting when I came here again?

Listen, I'm not a huge supporter for the virgin white panties but I did want women to show that they aren't that easy.

In Shay's words, my outfit apparently screamed, "innocent but dominant." Whatever the hell that meant. She basically shoved the most translucent white top over my head and told me to 'kill it'.

Shay is my best friend that isn't really fond of the racing scene. She hates it actually. Despite the fact that she is dating a guy who is. Morimoto, who is apart of DK's crew. He's bad news. He also cheats on Shay constantly and every time I try to tell her, it spurs an argument. So I let it go.

For now.

I don't really like drama. Especially not scenes involved with the Yakuza, yet, she's determined to stay with him. I think she thinks she can "change" him and steer him from the crew. I have to protect her somehow, inadvertently mixing me up with this bullshit.

Finally, I reached the garage. This music is too damn loud! I took out my phone to see the picture of Shay's brother. I let my eyes roam the crowd until they abruptly stopped and focused on someone else entirely.

Well hello, pretty boy.

A tan, Asian guy with short black hair that slightly covered his eyes. He donned a red and white plaid shirt that defined his broad shoulders with some jeans that sit just right on his hips.

I snapped out of it when I saw him making out with one slut, with another trying to cut in. I could literally feel my face contorting in disgust. I turned away just in time to find Shay's brother, Twinkie, on the couch.

"Excuse me!" I practically screamed to the people in front of me.

Once through that mass of movement, I approached the old and ratty couch, tapped him on the shoulder, "Are you..uh...Twinkie?" He twisted his head to look at me. He looked about the age of 16 or so, with dark skin and loose clothes.

"Yeah, baby girl! What's yours?" he said, looking me up and down.

I laughed, "Listen, kid. One, I'm too old for you. Second, I'm here because your sister wants you home pronto,"

The smirk that was on his face fell and he rolled his eyes. "If Shay wants me home, she has to come and gets me herself- not send her hot little bitch," he said with his brows furrowed and attitude in his voice.

He's fucking kidding right?

I grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him up to my level.

"Say that to my face." His eyes widened but quickly tried to pry my hands off. I let go of him and he roughly righted his clothes.

"Why does she want me home, man?" he said with a whiny tone.

I sighed. "C'mon, kid."

He walked around the couch, sulking, doing his handshakes with some people on the way. I gripped his shoulder and guided him outside. We were almost at the front of the garage when I noticed that he was walking towards "Pretty Boy".

"Yo Han, I gotta bounce! Shay, man." Twinkie said with annoyance in his voice.

'Han', turned away from the skanks and gave a nod to Twinkie. When Twink moved away, I caught Han's eyes.

It was brief but it felt...strange. There was something about the burn in his gaze. The music suddenly muffled and the people around us blurred, the fluorescent lights now dim. I couldn't look away. I felt like if I did, the momentum would be broken- the understanding that was shared between us.

I was stunned out of my reverie when the music started booming again, the floor vibrating and it became horribly humid. I turned away from those deep pair of eyes and made my body move towards Twinkie, who was trying to get away.

After what seemed a lifetime, we reached the front. I felt the difference in air pressure and spent this time leisurely taking in deep breaths. I tried to subtly glance back and noticed that he was staring at me. We made eye contact once more until a body covered our gaze. I faced front and pulled Twinkie to ride bitch.

The whole way back, all I could think about was Pretty Boy and his smoldering gaze.

Oh yeah, his name was Han.