Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic. I do enough reading of them but have never actually written one. Hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from The Fast and the Furious. It's all fun and games.

"Who is that?" I asked Mia, who had her nose in the textbook- the only one I could see that was actually attempting to complete the reading the teacher had just asked us to do.

"Hm?" she asked, distracted.

"That," I pointed. "Who is that?"

"I don't know. Must be new." With that, she returned her focus to the book.

This was a public Los Angeles high school. I imagined that new students enrolled every single day. But this was a different kind a new. A new that I noticed. A new that I liked.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was cute, to say the least. Long, shaggy brown hair. That was not typically my style. But it worked on him. It framed his face. He had very sharp facial features. He was tan. It didn't look like a natural tan, more like a sun-kissed tan. He wore a collard shirt. I didn't know too many people who even owned a collard shirt, let alone wear it to school. But he didn't look like a dork. Quite the opposite actually. He looked like, well I wasn't quite sure yet. But I definitely wanted to find out.

"Ah, Mr. Reynolds I presume," the teacher addressed the new guy.

He just nodded his head in acknowledgement. He had his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans. He was tall, really tall, and slender.

"Why don't you take that one," the teacher pointed over in my direction, "second from the back."

The new guy began to mosey, slowly, towards the seat directly beside me. This seemed rather lucky. He reached the seat and dropped his bookbag on the ground. He slid into the desk and slumped back. Just then, he looked over in my direction. Briefly, we made eye contact.

"Hey," he said, his voice deep and masculine.

"Hey," I responded, trying not to sound nervous. I couldn't be nervous. The only guy that had ever made me nervous before had been Dominic. This certainly wasn't Dominic. Not even close.

"So, this class pretty cool?" he asked.

"No, not really," I honestly answered, looking him over a little more closely.

"Awesome," his sarcasm pieced through. He shot me a half-smile before turning his head towards the front.

I assumed the teacher started talking but I couldn't hear anything but my heart beating. I was sure you could see it right through my shirt. What exactly was happening here? I'd never even thought about liking anyone but Dominic. Of course, even though I liked Dominic, it didn't seem to matter. But this, this was different. This was…new.

Alright, so perhaps I should back up a bit. This day started out like any other day. School. School was a crock of shit in my opinion. Completely and utterly useless towards the direction of my life. But I went, most of the time. Enough not to call great attention to myself. I preferred to stay under the radar. Since I was ten my life had been fairly normal. Well, normal compared to my life before ten.

Before ten I lived in the Dominican Republic. No one in my town even owned a car. If you had three walls on your "house" you were living large. It was an agricultural community on the Western side of the island. But when I was ten my Dad died. My mother packed us up and moved us to California to live with an aunt she had.

I remember the car ride to the airport. Weaving in and out of the other cars on the road was a little intimidating. And the car horns seemed so loud. Then, getting into the airplane was like getting ready for space travel. The plane moved fast. Very fast. I liked it.

When we arrived in California there were cars everywhere. Fast ones, slow ones, and all the colors in a box of crayons. I liked all the colors. They reminded me of the rainbow. Before my Dad died he told me that anytime I saw a rainbow to think of him, so that I could stand underneath his colors. That, I think, is where my love of cars first emerged.

We lived just down the street from the Torettos. My aunt, who I had never met until that day, was friends with Mrs. Toretto. I didn't speak a lot of English at first. But, I picked it up quickly, mainly because I had no other choice. Mia was the first kid I met, and quickly became the first friend I'd ever had. We did typical things that children of the 80's did. We enjoyed playing in the ocean, skating rinks, and very competitive games of Mrs. Pac-Man.

Not a lot of days stand out in my memory. As previously mentioned, seeing my first cars was one of them. Another one of them was meeting Dominic Toretto for the first time. He was…he was something else. A force to be reckoned with. A natural born leader, cocky as hell from the very first day. And he had this look. It wasn't handsome, it was seductive. I was ten. He was thirteen. I don't think Dominic ever went through those awkward puberty years. One day he was a kid, the next day he was….Dom. It is easy to say that I fell in love with him on sight.

A mixture of my love for colors, and my love for Dom (though I could never let him know it), led to my love for the garage. It was my point of convergence.

But I feared that after meeting "the new guy" my world was about to be rocked.

TBC

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