My phone started ringing in my pocket, causing me to hit my forehead on my car, which I had dubbed "Iron" because of the iron fist he had as a decoration hanging from my windscreen.
"Hey Sam, what's up?" I asked my brother.
"Hey Mac. Dad wants you over. Well, I want you over. You see, here's the thing…" Sam began.
"What is it?" I groaned.
"Well, there's this party at the lake tonight, and dad won't let me go unless you go too. You know his rule, he doesn't want me to get beaten up like last time…" Sam rambled. I sighed.
"Sammy, you know that's Trent's party, right?" I asked him.
"Well, yeah, but I figured you were invited, so…" Sam continued to ramble.
"Yeah, Sam, but you weren't invited, and I wasn't planning to go until six. I'm still working on the car." I told him as I slid myself out from under Iron, and checked if the paint job was dry yet. And it was, which meant I could move on to giving the car a final wash after I've sold the rims, which was usually a dusty job.
"So…you'll come? Please, please, please! Besides, I wanted you to see my car before we go. You drove off straight to the garage after you got your car, dad took me to a shit hole to get mine!" Sam complained. I heard mom shout in the distance, something about language.
"Fine. But you're paying for my gas, for like a week. Okay?" I asked him.
"I love you, sis!" he shouted into the phone, before I hung up on him abruptly. I chuckled; I loved doing that to Sam. He'd start freaking out as soon as I got home about how his phone is stupid and that technology hates him. He always thinks that the line gets cut off because of his phone. If only he knew.
"Hey, Mech! Can you work on the wiring on this piece of junk? I can't get the stereo to start!" My co-worker, Lou, called.
"Sorry, Lou! I'm off-duty, it's all yours!" I shouted, before starting to sold the rims. Once I was done, there was a fine layer of dust over the entire car, and the new paint job. I sighed, before getting onto the seat, which would get filthy thanks to me and my grease stained clothes, but oh well. I was going to wash my car as soon as I got home.
I drove off to the house, trying to get the radio to work, which it didn't I sighed, guess I'd have to fix the wiring on my radio too. Ten minutes later, I was listening to a song on my iPhone, screaming out the lyrics, before pulling in next to a particularly rusty, and muddy black and yellow Camaro. Hmm, looks like Sam didn't end up with a total lemon.
"Aww, come on, Sam, don't step on the grass!" Dad shouted. I looked over, smirking to see mom and dad working on the lawn, as usual. They were crazy about their plants.
Sam stumbled over to me, yelling at dad, and I pulled my earphones out, switching the ignition off on my car. I got out, closing the door gently, before walking a few steps over to Sam's car. I popped the hood, before putting my earphones back in, and pressing play. Hmm, it looked perfectly all right to me. Its fuel pump could use a bit of a change, but other than that, the engine was a beauty. It wasn't a V-8, but it was still cool. It looked Japanese or something, it wasn't something I was used to. But it had double-pump carburetors, which was a good sign.
"Well? What's the verdict?" Sam asked me, as I shut the hood.
"Engine's alright, you might need to change the fuel, since some idiot poured diesel into a petrol pump. And as for the body, well, it could use some work, so you might want to drive it into the garage. Course, you'd have to pay, since the only reason Ricky's letting me use the resources is because it's an employee ride I'm working on. So your best bet is to raise the funds, and I'll have it coated with a new paint job and fix the dents and bumps by the end of Summer, and voilà! You've got a sweet ride by time for college!" I handed out my verdict while walking over to the driver's side door. I leaned in through the window to see if the radio and everything was there. Everything seemed to be in order, and I smirked at the bumblebee air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror, that read out "bee-otch!" It was funny, to say the least. I rubbed some dirt off the steering wheel, only to frown at the emblem in it's center. It can't be just a coincidence that the same emblem was on my car. Huh.
"Alright, so I'll wash up my car. You need to do yours? I'll get the buckets!" Sam called out. I nodded, before walking up into the house and into my room. I stripped out of my greasy, filthy clothes, pulling on a green bikini top and a pair of short board shorts over my green bikini bottoms. I shook my dark red hair out of the bun on my head, pulling it into a high ponytail. I grabbed my aviators out from my dresser, pulling them on before rushing downstairs. Sam was already hosing down his car, and I smiled at him in appreciation when I saw he had already hosed mine down. I grabbed a soapy sponge out of the bucket, starting to work on the wheels first. I smiled at the new white-wall tires I had put on.
I was almost done washing the entire car when I noticed how dirty the windscreen was. Huh, I could've sworn it wasn't that filthy before. I leaned up over the hood, trying to get a cake of mud off the windscreen when I heard the horn honk. Hmm, I should probably have that checked out.
I scrubbed the rest of the dirt off, only to feel the hood heat up under me. Panicking, I immediately flipped the hood, to see steam rising out of the engine. Crap, not now, not now!
I tried to see what was wrong, nearly singing my fingers on the scorching metal, but eventually, it cooled down, leaving me confused. What the fuck was that? I shut the hood, dunking the sponge in the bucket, before taking the hose from Sam and spraying all the soap off my car. I smiled when I saw the shiny state the car was in. I had painted the car a deep, midnight blue, with white racing stripes. I smirked, giving the car a final, fleeting look, before running upstairs.
After I had taken a shower and dried up my deep red hair, I had pulled it into a messy ponytail, before pulling on a white cut off semi-see-through crop top over my electric blue bikini top and daisy dukes. I smirked at myself through the mirror. I looked badass, the tattoo on the back of my neck and the one on the small of my back on full display. My aviators perched on my proud little nose, and the tiny freckles on the tops of my cheeks were almost completely faded, though they were enough to accentuate my bright blue eyes, that contradicted with my red hair. I looked invincible.
"Mac! Hurry up or I'm leaving without you!" Sam shouted. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my messenger bag and heading downstairs and out the door. I gave mom a kiss on her forehead when she stared at me in shock, and I gave Dad a kiss on his cheek, before running and jumping in my car before they could say anything about my appearance. Yeah, so maybe they didn't know about my tattoos, until now. I am so grounded when I get home. I smirked at the thought. Sam revved his engine next to me, and I revved mine louder, smirking.
"Be back my 11!" Dad shouted, as we raced off, and I left Sam behind in the dust. Literally, his exhaust pipe left a massive cloud of brown smoke and dirt behind. Mom stared at us wide-eyed as we zoomed past. Sam pulled up next to me at the first traffic light.
"Follow behind me!" He shouted. I let out a nod, and he pulled up ahead of me, and I slowed down, following him, while still trying to get the radio to work. I sighed, giving up, pouting in my seat. Suddenly, the radio roared to life, making me rush to put down the volume.
Bad Reputation began to roar out of the radio, making me smirk. Damn, I love this car. I looked up just in time to swerve to a halt. Sam had stopped by the side of the road, and I groaned when I saw his best friend Miles rush down his driveway and jump into Sam's car through the window. Idiot, there was a door for a reason! He probably just made another scratch for me to fix.
Sam drove off again, but this time, I raced ahead of him, eventually losing him as I took a shortcut to the lake. I pulled up next to Trent's massive truck, getting out and hugging Mikaela.
"Hey, you made it! And early, too! What, Dad kick you out of the garage?" Mikaela joked. I laughed.
"Like he'd ever do that." I snorted, and we both laughed harder.
"Sweet ride, by the way, mind if I pop the hood?" Mikaela asked. I shook my head, and she walked over to my hood, as I leaned over through my window, pressing the button to open up the soft top when I felt a hand on my ass, in my back pocket. I grabbed the hand, twisting it around painfully to face a pain-stricken Trent. Asshole. Mikaela's right there!
"Hi Trent." I growled, letting go of his hand.
"Hey Mech. Nice ride. This yours?" He asked me. I nodded, smirking.
"Move over, Mikaela. I wanna see the engine." Trent practically shoved Mikaela out of the way, earning glares from both her and me.
"Pfft, this ain't all that… Fuck!" He growled as the hood fell on top of his head, making me laugh.
"That's what you get for calling a V-8 nothing, Trent. I could whoop your ass in a race anytime, any place. I've fixed your truck, it ain't nothing but a V-6." I defended my car. He snorted, still rubbing the back of his head.
"You may have a nice car, but you can't beat me in a race. All you're good for is fixing a tricycle, Mech." He growled furiously, making me practically pounce on him, but Mikaela pulled me back.
"Come on, Mech. Let's go for a swim." Mikaela convinced me, glaring at her boyfriend. As soon as we got a little away from him, I groaned.
"Oh come on, Mikaela, dump his ass already!" I whined.
"I would, Mech. Trust me, if he does one more thing wrong, we're through!" She seemed furious. I noticed her predicament, and sighed, calming down and putting a hand on her shoulder.
"You deserve better than that, Miki. And don't you dare think otherwise. People may see you different, but that doesn't mean you are. You're one of the smartest people I know, and you're an awesome friend. Now come on, I think my brother's in trouble." I grumbled the last bit, noticing Trent all in my brother's face. Miles, the weirdo his was, was hanging upside down from a tree behind them.
"Hey, hey, hey!" I shouted, getting in between them just before they began to fight.
"Come on, Sam. He isn't worth it, and this party's a bust. Let's go." I backed Sam away while glaring at Trent. Mikaela seemed to be saying similar words to him, because he glared at Sam and me as he walked away, an arm wrapped around Mikaela's tiny waist.
I managed to push Sam all the way to his car, slightly confused as to how mine was right behind his. How the hell did that happen? I could've sworn I parked it by Trent's truck.
"What were you doing over there, talking to Mikaela for, anyways?" Sam asked me once we got to his car.
"Geez, Sam. We talk all the time. You know I hang out with her, and the rest of the group, right? I work for her dad, remember?" I tried to jog his memory.
"Really, huh? How come I never knew that you were, I don't know, best friends with my long-term crush? You could've hooked us up ages ago!" Sam seemed to get mad. I sighed, face palming myself.
"I don't know, Sam. Maybe it's because she already has a boyfriend, despite how much of a jerk he was. And as for you two, heh, sorry bro, but she's too good for you." I laughed.
"Shut up. I'm leaving, what about you?" Sam asked me. I shrugged, getting into my car.
"I'm off to the garage."