Wingman
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC's.
Alex opens the back door to the bakery to see Desiree stuffing her face with a cupcake.
"What happened to you?" She asks with a mouth full of cake.
Alex tosses the drenched tank top in the trash. "Brian got into a fight with a guy at Toretto's and when I tried to break it up, I got punched in my nose." She answers, wiping the dried blood from her face.
"Damn, sounds like a rough morning."
"Tell me about it, and I have so much to still do." Alex said, washing her hands.
"Well then I probably should tell you that I think one of the teenage brats is most likely stealing." Desiree said, propping herself on one of the counters.
Alex quickly turns to look at Desiree. "What?"
Desiree reaches for one of the freshly made cookies. "Yeah, I mean I was in the office talking to you and I saw Maci pretty much stuff a twenty from the drawer into her pocket." She said, placing the cookie into her mouth.
"What did you do when you saw that?" Alex asks, crossing her arms.
"I decided to wait til you got here to handle it." Desiree replies nonchalantly.
"Des!"
"What? We both know I'd just kick her ass until I got the money back. You're more calm and have more patience." She said.
Alex lets out a sigh. "True, Let me go talk to Maci."
"See, I told you hiring teenagers to work here was a bad idea." Des comments in a sing song voice.
"Teenagers and college students are always looking for summer work. Some college students are looking for an internship and I think my mom would be happy that I'm helping."
"Or turning over in her grave along with your grandmother." Des said.
"Remember when we were younger and we were looking for jobs?" Alex asks
Desiree shakes her head. "No, because your mom gave us a job here."
"Still, she helped our teenage selves by giving us a job." She said.
"Fine, but aside from work talk. Can you please be my wing man tonight when it comes to Marco?" Des asks.
Alex rolls her eyes as she sighs. "Des, I really want to race tonight and not play someone's wing man."
"Come on you will. Just get us talking or something then you go race."
Alex narrows her eyes at her best friend. "Fine,"
The darkness of the night covers the streets of LA. Racers from around the way, gathered in their usual spots. Different types of music fills the air along with girly perfumes and the smell of exhaust. It's the smell of home to most, and others it's just annoying. To Alex it felt like home. She stood by her car with Brian and Desiree. Her black snapback hat turn backwards matching her off the shoulder black shirt and white skinny jeans. Her heeled black boots went with her edgy look that she was going for. It displayed sexy, but not racer chaser which is what she was going for.
Desiree grabs Alex's arm."There's Marco."
"Who's Marco?" Brian asks.
"Some guy she's been crushing on since last week. She wants me to play wing man for her."
"I thought you were my wing man?" Brian teased.
"You both can share me since my love life is shot to shit." She said, sitting on the hood of her 1970 Chevelle.
"Wait, I thought you were seeing that guy..." Desiree said.
"Wasn't his name Bruce?" Brian adds.
"Not anymore, found out he had a foot fetish and that's when I ended it." Alex answers.
"Guy, look." Their eyes turn to see a set of cars pull up to the scene. It's like they're all in formation.
"I think that's Dom." Brian said.
"Who's Dom again?" Alex asks.
Brian's eyes follow the guy getting out of the red vehicle. "The guy who stopped the fight today." He answers.
"Oh, you mean mister bald muscle man?"
Desiree bursts into laughter, and Brian rolls his eyes. He stares at Dom and his crew for a long while then his expression changes.
"Don't you dare?" Alex said, looking at Brian.
He looks at her. "What?"
"You're making that face."She said.
"What face?"
"The face where you're thinking of a stupid idea." Alex answers.
"I don't make a face."
Alex's eyes narrow. "Brian I've known you for pretty much my whole life and every time you make that dorky face, a stupid idea comes out that somehow involves me." She explains.
"Whatever..." He said. "Not like you're gonna stop me." Brian began walking over towards Dom's group of people.
"Brian!" Alex calls, chasing her best friend.
"Hey wait hold up." Brian said, approaching the group. A bunch of eyes avert to him as he pulls out a piece of paper. "I don't have any cash but I have the pink slip to my car."
"Brian, Can I talk to you for a minute?" Alex said, grabbing onto his grey t-shirt. She pulled him away from the group. "Brian, Are you serious?"
"I have to prove-"
"You don't have to prove anything to nobody, Bri. How are you even gonna race? We all came in my car, remember."
"About that..."Brian trail off.
Alex grabs the folded paper from his hands, and skims it. "Brian, this is the pink slip to my Chevelle!" She loudly whispers.
"I know, and I promise I won't lose. I've gotten practice in before I came here." He assures.
"See this is the stupid idea I was talking about." She hisses.
"Alexis, trust me." Brian never used Alex's first name, only if he needed to.
"Fine but if you lose, I'm kicking your ass." She threatens before handing him the small paper.
He smirks, then hugs her before returning towards the group. Something in Alex's head told her that the race isn't gonna end well.
