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Chapter 2 - Factory Girl

"Party?"

"At Sam's?"

"Without his parents?"

"And almost the whole school there?"

"This," both Angel and Nudge screamed, "calls for a makeover!"

I mentally groaned and tried to escape, failing pathetically. Help, I thought to the God's above.

When they were done, they showed me to a mirror. And I gasped out loud, because I didn't recognise the person looking back at me. I was wearing a strapless grey dress with a rosette buckle dress around the torso. For shoes, I had black, biker stilettos boots. My makeup was simply a sparkly burgundy red eyeshadow, and clear lip gloss. I was wearing a top hat over my wavy hair, and a bracelet cuff. (A/N – Outfit link on profile)

"Oh my God!" I laughed, turning around to inspect the back. You could see my dark blue bra straps, but it was sexy in a fun kind of way. "Where did you guys learn to do this?"

"What else are we supposed to do on sleepovers? Normally when you're asleep we go crazy, but it's fun. Unless you feel what we're doing and let us do it anyway," Nudge said frowning. "You don't feel us doing it do you? 'Cause that would be kind of weird..."

I glared at Nudge until she trailed off. "You practice on me while I'm asleep?"

"Well, when you put it that way..." Ella said, a guilty look in her eyes.

"If I weren't wearing 3 inch heels and a dress at the moment," I snarled, but smirked shortly after. "Though, I guess I could practice."

"See you there!" They yelled before sprinting off.

I smiled at myself and grabbed my car keys of the desk. I put them in the small handbag with my phone and iPod, and walked outside to jump into my green Holden HSV Maloo. Driving to Sam's place was a bit of a hassle. We went to the same school, but he lived off the motorway, and it took around 30 minutes to get there if I wasn't speeding.

Deciding to take a risk, I rolled the windows down and cranked the music up. With `The Pretty Reckless` blaring in my ears, I got up to speeds of 150 before turning off the motor way, and slowing down somewhat.

When I arrived at Sam's, his mansion of a house loomed at me. It was a typical Malibu home on the rocks. The sun had already started to set, and it wasn't even 6 yet.

I hopped out and was greeted by a blast of music. Looks like I missed the start of the party. I shrugged to myself and walked along the brick path way to the house.

There was an archway that led to the door, and it was covered in thriving green vines. Walking up to the dark brown door, I gripped the curved iron handle and pushed the door open. What was once the living room was now the main room. The furniture was pushed back against the walls and the bar was set up to be a DJ booth.

"Max is here!" I heard somebody yell above the music. Heads turned towards me and a couple of wolf whistles travelled in my direction. I smiled and went straight to the drink section.

I'm not sure about you guys, but when Sam and I are involved in a party, about 150 people show up, and it's usually just juniors and seniors. That also means a lot of drinks. Which means alcohol.

I took a shot from one of the trays and brought it to my lips. Across the room, my eyes met Fang's. He had some girl dancing on his side, but he didn't seem particularly interested about her. His gaze was fixated on mine, and I hesitated before shooting the glass back.

-Line-

"Sammy, baby!" I yelled over the music. The stars were shining brightly into my eyes. Wait... maybe they were the lights. I didn't particularly care either way, because I wasn't drunk. Too much music had gone through my head. I saw Sam and bounced over to him, wobbling slightly on my heels. "Some guys want a drag race. Should I say yes?"

"You're not drunk are you?" He laughed, slamming his lips on mine. I kissed him back and pulled away, looking into his tortoise shell eyes.

"Not in the slightest. I've had one shot, that's it."

"Show 'em whose boss baby," He whispered, grabbing a lock of my wavy hair and pushing it behind my ear. "And when you win, meet me in my bedroom."

"You know I will." I answered, kissing his cheek and looking behind him to see Fang. "What do you want?"

"You're doing the drifting, I want to see what you're capable of."

"It's usually Sam in the seat next to me," I replied, looking at Sam to see what his reaction was. "Sam?"

"No, no, it's ok. I'm too drunk." He laughed, looking at Fang. Directing the first two sentences to Fang, he said "I hope you brought a change of clothes, mate. You're going to need them. Be safe, sexy."

Fang raised an eyebrow, but started towards the door where Tayte was. He was the guy who had challenged me.

"Hope you know what you're doing, Maxi," Fang said as he hopped into my car. "This is a big car you're handling."

"Don't worry. And don't call me Maxi."

The track was set up perfectly. There was an abandoned airfield behind Sam's place, making it the perfect drifting zone with little amount of people. In the middle of the field, there was an empty container that just fit the top of my car in, meaning I could drift my whole car underneath it. We were going to do one lap of the runway, and then on our second, we were going to drift around the container two times and back to the start where we finished.

We weren't going to do a normal drift race. We went by ourselves and had people time us, and then we compared the time. We weren't stupid enough to actually do a drift race.

Once we were at the line, with on lookers on the balcony of Sam's place, and a few at the very back of the track, it started. Tayte had the honours of going first because it was his idea to start with. I got out and leaned against my car, my arms crossed in front of my chest, and my eyes narrowed as I watched how this eejit drifted.

It seemed though as soon as he started, he finished.

I got into my car, Fang hopping in beside me. I didn't even realise he had gotten out.

"Make me proud, Max!" I heard Sam yell and smiled to myself. I revved the engine and waited for the flag girl.

"I will."

The buzzer sounded and my foot slipped off of the brake, shooting the car forward. It wasn't long before we were doing 100 km/hr, and Fang was already gripping the 'oh shit' handle above the window.

"Slow down!" I heard him mutter and laughed like a maniac. We weren't even half way. I poured on more speed until we were about 300 metres away from the cliff. Did I just say cliff? Ha-ha, funny thing... let's hope I just don't go over the edge. I slammed on the brake heavily, and flicked the steering wheel right. A kind of shock wave passed through the car as it performed the task I was asking of it. It started the tail drift, and I steered into the turn. That's when Fang started screaming, "Holy fucking shit!"

Shit, shit, shit, shit! Too close to the fucking edge! I heard a scrape along the back of the car and knew I had hit the railing. That was going to leave a mark. I dipped the clutch and brought it up quickly as the back wheels lost traction, and faced the house again as I gently edged the wheel back to its original position, gaining more control.

"Shit she's got a fat ass!" Fang yelled, and I chuckled, knowing he heard it.

I gained speed again and was halfway down the track before I remembered I took my number plates off. If there was a car chase with the cops, no way in hell were they getting my number plates.

Doing the same trick as the first turn, I flicked the steering wheel right and dipped the clutch and I was soon doing 100 again towards the container. I snuck a look out of the corner of my eye and saw Fang, wide eyed and scared shitless. After doing the drifting around the container, I was speeding beck towards Sam's place.

Deciding to freak Fang out even more, I didn't hit the brakes until we were 400 metres away from the finish line. I could hear him screaming in my ear, but locked my jaw and concentrated on what I was about to do. I slammed my foot down on the brakes and turned the wheel to the left, spinning the car. I dipped the clutch so the back wheels locked and skidded to a stop in my starting position.

At first, Fang was silent, sitting in his seat unmoving. He looked at me and just like that, I burst out laughing. I got out of the car and kneeled over, clutching my stomach. Some kid came over and told me I had beaten Tayte's time by 5 seconds, once I had calmed down. An easy margin, one could say.

I saw Fang get out of the car and smiled over at him. "Need a drink?"

-Line-

I had not been as anxious as I was now, since the moment I told Sam I liked him.

"Stay here," Sam whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my body. I stayed on his bed, sipping my third glass of champagne as he turned the lights off and left me in the room.

When he came back in, I could tell something was off. He smelt... different, somehow. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it wasn't, but I was too drunk to care.

He made his way over to me and his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me off the bed. I pressed my body against his, and didn't even notice the height difference or how different he felt.

His lips reached down to mine, and as he kissed me, I kissed him back, my hands at the back of his neck. His hands were still on my waist, but one of them slipped up to the zipper on the back of my dress. He pushed me back onto the bed, gently laying himself on top of my body.

He had just about gotten the dress off me when I realised all of the things I had been missing. I abruptly ended the kiss, kicking the 'mystery person' off me. I heard him curse and pulled my dress up to cover my bra. I was holding it with one hand while I turned the lights on with the other.

"Fang?" I screamed, seeing him flinch while still holding his stomach. I screamed in frustration, looking Fang dead in the eye. "Where is Sam?"

"Some where making out with Lissa," He muttered, a smirk forming on his face. "Can't believe that I almost got into your pants."

I screamed again in frustration and found Sam passed out in the spare room. At least he wasn't playing tonsil hockey with Lissa.

Tomorrow, I was going to have the worst headache.