Sorry if its short, but this is going to be a three- shot so only one more chapter till the end, hope you enjoy :)

(Vins POV)

I ran my hands over my face with a small sigh, my head spinning in a million directions as I tried to figure out what had just happened, I replayed the scene over and over in my head, "Come here, ten o'clock tonight, I'll show you what street racing's all about" she had said, that devilish smirk on her face, seeming so out of place against her beautiful angel like features, she was actually a street racer, not one we played in the movies, she was the real deal. A devil in an angels body, I looked up when I heard Paul clear his throat, realizing that I had spaced out much like she had, looking over at the girl that stood in front of my table, her clothes looking much like my mystery girls outfit, but she looked no older then fifteen and lacked the womanly curves that came with maturity. "I'm such a huge fan, I love you so much" she squealed, I grimaced slightly, they were the right words but I just couldn't help but wish they came out of a different mouth, a mouth that belonged to a street racer with a body to die for. "What the hell are you doing Vin, you had a two minute conversation with the girl, you don't even know her name" I mentally shook myself, signing the girls photo and sending her on her way, realizing too late that I may have come off a little rude, I couldn't help it, I was losing my freaking mind here! Paul taped my shoulder, looking at me with with a concerned expression, "You alright?" He asked, turning to me slightly. "Yeah, I'm just - my minds somewhere else" I said with a nod, he seemed to believe it, or so I thought. "It's that girl huh?" He asked with a small chuckle, I stared at him in question, I didn't think he had heard the conversation with the girl or even payed attention to her, "I saw her write something on your hand" he said, laughing as he slapped me on the shoulder, "What she write? Phone number? Address?" He asked amusingly, "It's an address all right" I said with a nod, staring down at my hand, trying to get my mind off how soft her hands were and how they seemed to fit perfectly into mine. "Where too?" Paul asked in curiosity, "I don't know where, but she's a street racer, she wants me to come to the races tonight" I said, looking back over at Paul to judge his response, "Like an actual street racer?" He asked, seeming to radiate excitement and wonder, "Yeah" I said with a nod, just wanting this day to be over so I could go see this mystery girl, no mystery 'woman'.

(Candice POV)

"What the hell was I thinking" I yelled, slamming my hand against the wall in frustration, "He probably thinks your an idiot, or some crazed obsessed fan who thinks they can race. You had one chance to meet him and you blew it" I strangled cry emanated from my slightly parted lips as I tugged at my hair, needing something to keep my hands busy in fear that I might break something, or a lot of somethings. Inhaling a deep breath I tried to calm down, "it's not like he will show, so let it go and go win some races tonight, you've got bills to pay" I thought, a small frown gracing my lips as I went to my closet to change. Picking out a pair of black leather shorts and a red corset top, sliding the shorts up my long legs with minimal difficulty, I weighed about a hundred and thirty pounds but I wasn't fat, I had curves in all the right places, zipping up my corset and stepping into a pair of red pumps, I grabbed my keys off the counter and strutted to the door, my keys jingling lightly as I stepped. Locking my door behind me, I walked to my car and got in. Tonight I needed to have my game face on, no more Mr.s sweet and innocent, I was a street racer and I had a race to win, no matter what, tonight I wasn't Candice Mathers anymore, I was Candy Cane, and I 'was' going to win..