Steves P.O.V.
"Dude, you better not lose. I put down half my pay check on you winning." Soda said as we pulled up to a crowd of people and muscle cars. It was a Saturday night and as usual there was a street drag race in town. I was supposed to go up against some newbie Ryan. Everyone places bets, mostly for me, but some betted on Ryan. Everyone likes an underdog.
"I got this." I assured him. He got out of the car and joined the crowd while I lined up beside the Camaro, I assumed Ryan was in. A girl clad in short tight leather got in the middle ready to wave us off to start. I revved my engine, hoping to intimidate him. He didn't rev back, so I guessed it worked.
"GO!" The girl shouted throwing down her hands. Our tires squealed, leaving a trail of smoke. The crowd was cheering like crazy and I had my sights set on the finish line in the distance. We only ever raced a quarter of a mile, not wanting to push our luck on getting caught by the fuzz.
We were only a few feet away and I was in the lead. I gassed on it a little more, pulling ahead. I heard him shift, and the next thing I knew the race was over.
Ryan had won. We both got out of our cars, and I was pissed. I can't believe I lost! I'll give it to him though, he could drive. I went over to congratulate him, and I noticed something. He had long dark brown hair and tight jeans. He was a she.
"Nice driving." She smiled reaching to shake my hand. I was still in utter shock so it took me a second to respond.
"Uh thanks. Wow uh you too." I stuttered. She threw her head back laughing.
"I bet you though I was a guy. You know with a name like Ryan." She joked.
"The driving didn't help." I joked back. Her smile didn't falter, not offended at me thinking she was a guy. I guess she was used to people thinking she was a guy before she got out of her car.
"Steve! Man what was that?!" Soda shouted walking over to us. He walked all the way over there before he realized Ryan was there.
"Well hot damn." He said to himself. She laughed, sticking her hand out.
"I'm Ryan. Sorry about your money." She apologized.
"I'm Sodapop. And it's ok. It's pretty cool to see a girl win. You're a damn good driver." He smiled.
"Thank you!" She smiled back. He left after that, going to bet on the next race.
"So you maybe wanna go grab something to eat?" I asked, scratching the back of my head.
"I'd like that." She said biting her lower lip. We walked back toward our parked cars, and before getting in she looked back at me.
"Race ya!" She shouted, starting up her car.
"You're on!" I laughed, starting up my own car.
We took off again. tires still squealing and smoke still blowing.