"You think you can win?" Bayley Avery asked her sister, chewing her lip nervously.
"Bayley, have I ever let us down? We need this paper and I'ma get it." Boston promised, pulling into the parking lot to wait for Dominic Toretto and his group. Boston looked at her poor sister, who was only 16 and a half. Her long blonde hair and ocean blue eyes differed from Boston's brown and dyed purple streaked hair and silverish blue eyes.
"This is all my fault." Bayley said, almost sounding as though she was in agony. "I hate when you race. It makes me nervous ever since..." She stopped herself, not wanting to clog her sister's mindset.
"Bayley, Baby Girl, it's not your fault. Stop that shit right now." Boston scolded more than she had meant to. She could tell by the tears in her sister's eyes.
Her eyes scanned the street for a parking space. She wanted her Supra to be noticed by Dominic Toretto and she knew for that to happen she had to park in his eye view. Her car was eye candy for any true street racer. It was Boston's baby as well as moneymaker.
Boston's Supra was a royal purple with a silver dragon curling around on each side of the car. Flames were emitted from the mouth of the dragons while Boss was airbrushed across the hood in the same metallic silver that dragons and flames were. She had 18" chromed finished 5 star racing rims and chromed out taillights. Her neon kit lit the under carriage and street in a purple glow.
The interior would make any racer jealous with the high tech stereo and in dash computer. She had black leather Sparcos with purple leather on the door panels and her 4-point harness. Her sneaky Pete nitrous oxide system would give Toretto's a run for his money with the extra tank she added. The mirrored tint on her windows prevented anyone from looking in at her or Bayley. The roof came off making it almost like the old school T- tops Trams Ams.
Boston sighed at the thought of her car. She used her own money to fix it up visually. She raced her way to the top and now she was facing the best of the best in hopes to provide for her sister. Bayley had so much ahead of her being 16 and half. Boston was 24 and outta school, making her living off the meager winnings that she was awarded after beating the rich kids in Malibu and the small amount of cash that her designs brought in.
"Hey Boss...we're getting weird looks." Bayley said, suddenly wishing that Boston didn't take the top off of the car.
"What? Oh ya...grab the cash and stay close." Boston snapped out of her thoughts and climbed out of the low riding car. She looked around at the skanks in barely there skirts and nearly nonexistent tops and scowled.
"Are we a bit over dressed?" Bayley asked following Boston's line of vision.
"Nope...they are all under dressed." Boston answered straightening her white wife beater that was tied in the back so it showed off her pierced navel and toned stomach. Her black leather pants rode low on her hips, showing off her two tattoos. The dragon on her back matched the dragons on her car while she had a black outline of a nautical star.
Bayley looked down at her own jeans and purple tank top while her sister made sure her boots were in tip top condition. Bayley smiled at the thought of her sister's boots. They were her pride and joy besides her car.
"Hello ladies." Boston heard a sickeningly sweet voice from behind her sister. She saw a black man with a jean outfit and jean bandana checking out her younger sister.
"What do you want?" Boston snapped, her badass attitude kicking in not wanting this punk to even look at her sister.
"Nothing just thought I would introduce myself to you lovely ladies." He grinned, licking his lips at the sight of Bayley, who had an amused look on her face knowing Boston was about to tell this fool where to shove it.
"Well that's nice but you can stop checking out my sister unless you would like to either end up in jail of dead in the ocean." Boston snarled.
"Aight. Name's Edwin. I'll be leavin you two alone now." Edwin choked out at the vicious look on Boston's face, reminding him of Letty, Toretto's woman. He walked over to his crew and shook his head.
Boston heard the sound of 6 highly tuned engines approaching and she saw the flash of red as the pack of cars came skidding to a stop in front of her and Bayley. Her eyes were locked on the metallic blue Nissan Maxima and the man exiting the car in front of her before she tore her eyes away and looked at the looming form of Dominic Toretto. Boston walked over as a Latin woman about her height with black hair to the middle of her back stepped in front of her. Boston's scowl matched that of the woman. Both looked ready to fight if the need be.
"Watch it skank." The woman sneered.
"Who you callin skank, bitch?" Boston growled as Dom and Bayley watch the altercation, not quite sure what to do.
"Who the fuck do you think you are coming here all high and mighty bitch? You think you have rule over our turf?" The woman growled in the same tone.
"Name's Boston AKA Boss. I'm the best racer around next to Mr. Egotistical over here and I'm here to try and get money for my sister and me. That's who the fuck I think I am." Boston snapped, getting sick of this bitch's attitude.
"Letty! Knock it off." Dom boomed. He looked at Boston with admiration clearly written on his face. Not many people stood up to Letty and left unscathed, especially after what Boston had said. "So you're the great Boss. I was expecting a guy but I got you, a girl with an attitude to rival Letty's."
"You got a problem with it fucker?" Boston snapped just wanting to get passed the bullshit and just race.
"Not at all. You're just different. So you have cash to throw down?" Dom was taking slightly aback by this woman's attitude towards him.
"Of course I do. I'm not stupid enough to put my baby on the line." Boston answered as Letty walked over to Mr. Maxima and stood by him, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
"Whatcha drive?" Dom asked, scanning the crowd for a car that seemed out of place but finding the task unsuccessful.
"The purple and silver Supra over there." Boston pointed out her car. Dom walked over and was shocked by the car. A lot of time and money had gone into the car. He noticed the smaller blonde girl next to Boston and saw the eerie similarities between the two.
"Is this your sister?" Dom asked pointing at Bayley.
"Yep." Boston answered.
"What's her name?"
"My name is Bayley. If you're going to ask questions about me...address me yourself. Boston doesn't need to talk for me." Bayley snapped. Boston sniggered before looking at her car.
"Jesse! Get over here and take a look at her car." Dom hollered as everyone watched. Jesse walked over and unhooked the hood and opened it a little before I slammed it back down.
"No one gets to look at my shit."
"My bad." Jesse coward slightly.
"No problem man. It's just that no one looks at my shit without consent and sure as hell not before I race'em." Boston reached out to shake the young man's hand. He accepted with a smile as Mr. Maxima walked up.
"Yo Dom! Who's racing? Hector is getting antsy." Mr. Maxima said his voice gravelly. Bayley sniggered at Boston as the man stopped her in her tracks. Boston snapped her head around and glared at her little sister.
"Tell him to chill out Vince. It'll be Boston, Edwin, Jake and me. It'll be $3500" Dom answered.
Boston handed Dom the cash before walking over to her car and getting in. Bayley followed suit and Boston stuck a mix in her CD player. The first song made Boston want to cry because it was 'Pick up the phone' by Ludacris and Tyrese featuring R. Kelly, her brother's favorite song. He listened to it when he hit the wall at 120 mph.
"Do we have to listen to Brandon's song?" Bayley asked, bringing Boston out of her thoughts.
"It's the first song on the CD." Boston answered before pulling out of her parking spot and filing in behind Vince.
Brandon hit a wall at a street race at a 120-mph and now is sitting in the hospital in a coma. Boston and Bayley didn't have the heart to take him of life support but they might soon just to end his suffering. Brandon was 26 and took care of them since their parents had died when Bayley was 8, Boston was 16 and Brandon was 18. A drunk driver rammed their small Mazda off of the road and killed them on impact.
"Boston? You ok?" Bayley asked quietly, noticing the tears in Boston's eyes. She nodded and wiped the tears away before focusing on the race ahead. They reached the street and Boston pulled up next to Edwin in his red and yellow Integra. Bayley got out and stood quietly on the line next to the blonde guy in the orange Supra that was with Toretto. Boston flipped up her passenger seat and turned on the NOS before checking the gauges on her screen. She returned the seat to it original place and seat back. She revved her engine, listening to it making sure it was running perfectly.
"Good luck Boss." Bayley whispered in her sister's ear. Boston looked up at Bayley and smile.
"We'll party after the race Bay." Boston promised, knowing that one of the racers was going to throw a party.
"Promise?" Bayley was excited.
"On mom and dad." Boston answered. Bayley squealed with joy and walked back to her place after giving her sister a hug.
Boston flipped the song over to something that got her mind in the right place. 'Act a Fool' by Ludacris flooded the cabin of her Supra, the beats pounding through her body. She sat back and took a deep breathing, hearing an all clear signal. Boston looked ahead and watched Hector raise his arms to get the racers attention. Boston gripped the wheel and gear shifter tightly out of nerves. She was racing Toretto for money for Boston and Bayley to live.
"Racers ready?" Hector yelled, waving his hands. "Go!"
Boston slammed on the gas and shot ahead taking first. Dominic was shocked to be beaten off the line for the first time in his life. Boston hit the volume on her stereo causing the beats and words to flow through her. She hit second and pulled away from the other three, leaving Toretto on her bumper.
Drah, 2 fast
Drah, 2 furious
I'm too fast for ya'll man
Drah, 2 fast
Drah, 2 furious
Ooh, I'm too fast for ya'll man
"Momma if you can hear me...help me out here." Boston whispered as Dominic pulled up next to her.
Aah, you just came home from doing a bid
Tell me what you gon do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me what you gon do? Act a fool
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool
Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
it's 911 please call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece of me, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped their boundaries
You about to catch a cold, stay the fuck around from me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinds of shits he on
You disappear like poof bitch be gone
You think 12 gon catch me, gimmie a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away licence plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get 1 finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, gold grain on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side,

Toretto pulled even as Boston hit third and then fourth. The finish was looming in front of her as Dominic and Boston shifted into 5th in sync with each other. Boston slammed into 6th with her adrenaline coursing through her body.
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me what you gon do? Act a fool
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool

Let's take it to the street cause I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the grill
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday o we blowin' them candles
More speakers in my trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cause the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, F what you heard
Because my side mirrors flat like a fuckin' bird
And the fools, we gon clock one and we'll pop one
Cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun
Boston and Dominic hit the nitrous at the same time with out realizing it. They flew across the finish, the winner indistinguishable. They spun their steering wheels around and raced back to the line, anxious to know who own.
You just got hustled for a wire of cash
Man whatcha gon do? Act a fool
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? Act a fool
Now them gulls up the block still running their mouth
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool
If anyone talk bad about the dirty south
Tell me whatcha gon do? Act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the street still smokin'
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about 150
Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a 5 to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cause we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like Lil John Cue and get a change of heart
It's 1 mission, 2 clips and some triple beams
I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? Act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's just sticks and steams
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool
Catch a man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? Act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy whatcha gon do? Act a fool

2 fast, 2 furious
2 fast...Act a fool
2 fast, 2 furious
2 fast...Act a fool
The two cars came skidding to a stop in front of Hector and Bayley. Hector had a shocked look on his face as Bayley looked scared. Boston jumped out of the car, leaving the music blaring and the engine running.
"WHO WON?" Dom yelled. Hector just shook his head. "Who won damn it?" Dom yelled again.
"She did." Hector pointed to Boston.
"I won? I won! Oh my god I beat Toretto!" Boston yelled giving Bayley a hug. Hector handed Boston the $14,000 and the two girls started to walk away when they heard their names.
"Ladies!" Dom yelled, finally getting Boston and Bayley's attention. They looked at him, their eyes twinkling with glee.
"What?" Boston asked all smiles. She was feeling pretty smug, despite her stress.
"We're having a party and since you did win, by a hair, that is, you should grace the party with your presence." Dominic suggested, his eyes meeting Bayley's. Brian walked up behind him, amused. He knew Letty's eyes were on Dominic and he was there for a warning of some sorts.
"Party, heck yeah. You're so on!" Bayley giggled, excited. Her eyes met Brian's and she looked away, blushing.
She felt Boston give her a nudge that was all to familiar. That nudge of 'he's not your type or 'he's not good enough for you' nudge. Bayley smiled, loving the fact her sister looked out for her so much. It meant she cared enough to be concerned. For Bayley, she couldn't get enough of being reassured in those kinds of ways. She had been through so much and things had left her self-confidence and outlook on life shaky.
"Follow us." Brian said as Leon came over the speakers shouting "COPS!" Bayley looked confused as everyone began to scramble. Brian grabbed her and put her in his car, nodding to Boston, who wanted to protest but was interrupted by the sirens.
"Asshole!" She muttered, hitting her steering wheel as she followed Brian's orange supra.
"Grrr." She growled, as a cop came up on her tail. She passed a side rode, turned a 360 and was gone before the cop had been able to turn around to keep up her. She cruised to the outskirts of town, lost in thought as she drove. Her cell phone rang.