A/N: Glad you guys are loving the banter. The dialogue between these two is my favorite part to write. (: Your reviews really do help me write faster and better. Also, more than one of you guys has wondered whether or not you'll see things from Dom's standpoint (him without Letty), and the answer is yes. In the next two chapers, you'll see more of Dom's life.

Wasn't edited fully. All mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

Chapter 4: All Is Fair - Part II

Highland Park Billiard, Los Angeles, 9:39PM

Dom once again rubbed blue powdered chalk onto his cue stick and grinned cockily. He was turning out to be a very worthy opponent. The pair forgotten about the three loved ones who made up their audience as they became more engrossed in beating each other. With eight balls left on the table, three of which were Dominic's, a certain darkness fell over Letty's face. She was no longer messing around, clearly irritated by her current losing streak.

Perhaps it was time that she start playing dirty.

Picking up the scotch that sat on the wooden edge of the pool table, Dom took a swallow before clearing his throat.

"Maybe we should up the ante a little. What do you think?" He asked over the rim of his glass.

Letty rolled her eyes. She should have known. Drinking from her beer, she tilted her head, her dark tresses falling over her shoulder. "You haven't won, yet."

"Exactly why I think we should change this bet before I do."

Sighing dramatically, Letty rested her forearm against the tip of her cue stick. "What are you proposing?"

"I think we should make this fair. When I win-."

"If you win." Letty interrupted.

Not correcting himself, Dom continued, "I get to do whatever I want with you for a week. Day or night."

Letty chuckled and shook her head. "Yeah, that's never gonna happen."

"Afraid I'm gonna win?"

Letty scoffed. Oh yeah, it was definitely time to play dirty.

She pushed her hair to the one side before leaning her forearms on the opposite edge of the table.

Just as Dom was pulling back to take his shot, Letty asked, quietly and flirtatiously "And what exactly would you be doing with me, Dominic?"

Dom fumbled the shot, the ball he intended to hit, rolled effortlessly across the short expanse of green felt before colliding with the eight ball and slowing down to a stop.

Letty stood tall again, and laughed valiantly. "Too bad. You actually could have had that shot."

"You cheated."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Letty replied. She made her next four shots fluidly. Finally, it was down to the magic number eight ball. All she had to do was make the black circle sail smoothly across the table and land directly into the left corner pocket.

Dom slipped his left hand into the front pocket of his light-washed jeans and swiveled the cue stick in his right hand. It was clear that he was anxious. The possibility that he'd had to be Letty's bitch for the next week was daunting. There was no telling what she would have him do. He had to distract her. And fast.

"You were right about one thing." Letty replied. She closed her right eye, briefly attempting to find the right angle to hit the ball.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"We only needed about seven minutes." Letty said, glancing at her watch.

"Believe me, seven minutes isn't long enough." He mumbled. That caught Letty's attention, but she was already slipping the cue stick against the ball. They collided too softly and the number eight ball barely moved.

"Oh, darn!" Dom said, snapping his fingers in mock frustration. "Too bad."

"Now who's the cheater?"

"Yeah, well, now who has to prove it?"

Along the sidelines, Elena, Mia and Brian sat on red-topped bar stools that were lined against the wall.

"I like her." Mia muttered to Brian.

Brian nodded. "You're not the only Toretto who does."

Elena kept her eyes forward, watching the game, but her lips turned up in a smirk. It was only a matter of time before Dom and Letty would realize their attraction. And when it happened, she wanted to be the one to say 'I told you so'.

Clearing the pool table in less than two minutes, Dom looked at Letty, a gloating expression on his face.

"Fair is fair." He shrugged, unable to hide his arrogant smirk.

"You have got to be kidding me." Letty muttered.

Dom drank the last of the scotch in his glass before lying the cue stick on the pool table. "I guess I'll see you bright and early Monday morning. With my coffee just the way I like it."

"Oh, no. We're playing again. Best out of three." Letty counter-offered.

"Tempting." Dom said, tilting his head side-to-side. He couldn't help but chuckle at Letty's pensive expression. She picked an imaginary piece of lint off of her shirt as she waited for his decision.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll like having you run errands for me." He walked off towards the bar for a fresh drink.

Elena hopped off of the stool and moved to stand in front of Letty, lowering her voice. "Oh, you so like him."

"Will you stop saying that? I do not. He's an arrogant dick."

"Letty, we've known each other for... what?... ten years, now." She waited for Letty's nod of clarification. "Exactly. That's why I know you don't lose unless you want to lose."

"He distracted me." Letty defended herself, gesturing in Dom's general direction.

"Oh really? What distracted you? The muscles or the arrogance?" Elena smiled. Letty squinted her eyes, but smiled back.

"Neither." The brunette rolled her eyes before turning to Dom's companions. "Mia, how long has your brother been a dick?"

Mia, sipping from her Corona, shifted her attention to Letty and smiled. "Mmm. About twenty-nine years."

The four of them laughed at Dom's expense. They talked for a few more minutes, ending with Mia and Elena exchanging numbers, promising to shop together.

"You guys ready to get out of here? There's a club we can hit up." Dom asked his siblings upon his return.

"Yeah. Sure." Brian agreed.

"Bright and early, Letty. I like my coffee by six."

"I'm running at six."

Dom looked her body up and down. Letty crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling naked under his gaze.

"I guess I can make an exception."

Goodbyes were said and Mia lingered behind for a split second. She looked at Letty before innocently offering, "By the way, he likes his coffee with two sugars and three creamers. I'll send Elena his number for you."

Elena laughed and nudged her best friend whose face was the definition of disbelief.

"What on earth did you get yourself into?"

Monday, Los Angeles High School, 7:07AM

Letty walked into the garage to find Dominic already sitting in a swivel chair. His feet were on the desk, crossed at the ankle. His fingers were intertwined on his stomach.

"Coffee." He gently demanded. Rolling her eyes, Letty crossed the room and handed him one of the Coffee Bean cups that she held. He accepted it gratefully and took a sip of the hot liquid.

Two sugars and three creamers, Dom pondered with awe, How'd she know?

"Is it to your standards, Your Highness?" Letty inquired, sarcastically. She smacked his feet off of the corner of the desk and sat her bag where his feet had been.

"Your Highness? I think I like that." Before he could command her to call him 'Your Highness' for the rest of the week, Letty shook her head, quickly.

"Don't even think about it."

Mischief twinkled in his brown eyes, but he didn't say anything else on the subject. Letty pushed her bag further onto the desk and hopped up. It was clear that Dom enjoyed having power over her.

"Dare I ask if you're drunk on power at the moment?" The brunette asked.

"You have no idea," confirmed Dom. With his free hand, he opened the red folder in front of him. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he handed it to her.

"A contract for my soul?" Letty assumed, sitting her own coffee down.

"No. But I'll have that typed up for you tomorrow." Dom laughed. "This is your schedule for today."

Letty's interest peaked and she took another look at the sheet of paper in her hands. Reading the items on the list of ten, her eyebrows raised. "No to number seven and hell no to number ten."

"It's adorable how you think the items on that list are debatable."

"Number seven says 'compliment Dom often'. That's never gonna happen, baldy."

"And what's wrong with number ten?"

"I'm not gonna be your running buddy tonight. Or any night for that matter."

"Oh, but you will. Fair is fair, Letty." He grinned. She rolled her eyes for the second of countless times that day.

Six hours later...

After lunch, when Letty was forced to drive to Panera bread for a chicken parmesan sandwich and mango smoothie for Dom, they met with their next class of the day. Dom had opened the vertically lifting garage door that led to the back of the school. He pulled around a sleek, black, 1996 Chevrolet Camaro and slowly glided it into the garage. The kids look impressed and were so ready to get their hands dirty with the car.

Letty opened the hood of the car as Dom turned the engine off. She, along with a few of their students, let out a low whistle at the state-of-the-art system.

"Nice." She commented.

"Radiator needs to be replaced. Breaks need to be replaced. The engine keeps shortchanging. And the paint color needs to change. Break into teams of three and make it happen." He told the class of ten. "One of you guys will work with me and Letty."

A few hands shot up, all wanting to work with Dom and Letty, the coolest teachers at Los Angeles High School. He looked at Letty, giving her the decision.

"Tim." Letty picked. Dom nodded his approval.

The class broke into groups of three and set to work on their tasks. Dom, Letty and Tim worked together to pull the large, rectangular radiator from the car. It was black with dirt and drops of water were leaking from it.

Opening the box for the new one, Letty handed it to Dom who moved to slide it back into place. Though it was the right size and right make for the car, it wouldn't slip easily back into the slot. He tried a little force, pushing at the top of it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Everyone stop what you're doing and come around to the front of the car." Letty announced. She gently pushed Dom out of the way. Once everyone had gathered, she pulled the radiator from the car and positioned it, once again, at its destined opening.

"Guys, treat your car like a woman. Just like her heart, the inside of a car should be handled with care." Letty started. She made sure the sides and edges were lined up properly. "Don't throttle her. Or use excessive force to get inside. Be gentle." She glanced over at Dom, who was watching and listening, intently. "That way, you'll be welcomed in."

The radiator fell into place with an audible 'click' and Letty leaned up, smiling at the class. "Got it?"

The class, including Dom, nodded their heads. "You can go back to what you were doing."

And so they did. Everyone except Dominic.

He stood there for a few more moments, reveling in everything that was Letty. He had no idea why or for what reason, but he felt himself, hardening in his black work pants. But he was supposed to loathe her. All of her self-righteous, 'I'm better than you' bullshit.

So then why did he find himself so completely turned on whenever he watched her work on a car?

Up Next: Letty is Dom's running buddy.