Ok, so if any of you are confused, this used to be part of chapter 7 but it didn't fit on the page….Sooooooo…here's Jett's POV =D

The Soundtrack for this chapter is:

Get Your Freak On, by Missy Elliot (I think this song is perfect for when Jett gives Han back his keys ;) You'll know what I mean when you read it! I think this song puts the icing on the cake when everyone realizes Jett won.)

Number One Spot, by Ludacris (Han's Ringtone.)

Tilted, by Lupe Fiasco (I can just hear this as background music for Han towards the end of the chapter…)

Jett's POV…......

"You dumb American slut! You cheated!" Izumi screamed, ripping Morimoto's car door open quickly slamming it shut with all her force. She was stalking towards me now, I expected her to come with a flying fist; so I remembered what Lettie always taught me and felt tight the sharp edges of Hans car keys anticipating her next move...Yeah, Lettie taught me lots of bad stuff, but I use 95% of it everyday. Popular top three? Three, if you're going to get in a fight always have keys or a sharp object in your hand. Two, never let a man change a tire for you; it's degrading and shows female weakness. And my favorite? Don't expect much from men, their one and only purpose on earth is reproduction.

But to my disappointment she stopped a few feet away from me, a fierce snarl on her face. Darn, why is it when I'm actually ready for the smack down it doesn't happen? "I did nothing of the sort." I used my best 'civilized' voice, turning my nose up to her in a comical way looking down at her from a tight frown. People around us where trying to stifle laughter, and where failing miserably; man, they turn on their own awful quick.

She let out an audible growl, and fisted her hands again quickly unclenching them. She glanced towards Morimoto, who was drunkenly 'leaning' on some other chick; he chuckled and lifted his beer bottle to me. I nodded, not quiet sure what it meant, but whatever it was it made Izumi visibly upset.

"That's fine, it was a mere few inches anyway." She chuckled half heartedly, man this girls trying to kill my buzz, major!

From the corner of my eye I noticed Twinkie coming closer, ready to cut in if things got a little catty. I smiled glancing over at Twinkie, before giving him a wink and looking back down at her. I took a step forward, now we where eye-to-eye. Well, really, nose to forehead, but whatever.

How am I going to get rid of this chick? I thought, but flashes of Dom came running through my head; and I instantly remembered what he always used to tell me.

"Ask any racer- Any REAL racer, a win is a win; don't matter if it's an inch or a mile. Winnings winning." I quickly glanced up, Han was standing there, eating of course, but he was nodding his head, I think... He was actually agreeing with me. And...was that...a smile? It was so small and unrecognizable I couldn't tell, but I couldn't analyze him now I had to take care of this pest first. I mean one joy sucking parasite at a time, right?

"That's the stupidest thing I've heard, it was only an inch." She was on her tippy toes now, trying to get up in my face I couldn't help but laugh.

"So..." I trailed off backing up a little before circling her. Lets give em a little show shall we? This should be fun. "Your saying I'm an inch better driver then you?" Everyone around us ooh'd like they where the ones getting publicly humiliated...

She growled again, clenching and unclenching her hands; pure rage building up in her eyes. "You can only wish." She nearly whispered

I turned serious and stopped circling her, standing directly in front of her I narrowed my eyes.

"Come race me when you're worthy..." Then turning to walk away I could hear the loud whistles, snaps, claps, and cheers that followed. Inwardly I was shaking, but I couldn't show it; so I did the boldest thing I could think of. Going around Morimoto's car I headed directly towards Han and his little groupies, they looked shocked, but Han, as usual, had an expressionless grin.

I could feel myself just ooze confidence as I walked passed Takashi and Neela, he looked confused and Neela was smiling like a proud mother; she knew exactly what I was going to do. The crowd seemed to huddle around us, or me in particular waiting to see what was buzzing around in my crazy latino brain. And apparently Han was thinking the same thing, because he was giving me his signature narrow eyed glare.

Stopping a few feet directly in front of him, the girls around him looking extremely suspicious, trying in the worst way to avert his attention from me to them...I couldn't help but smile to myself, for once I get the spotlight. And as if suppressing a building mass of anxiety in the atmosphere I finally spoke.

"She veers a little to the right. Might wanna get that checked out." Without even second-guessing myself, I threw him his keys; he caught them without even taking his eyes off my smug face. Sounds lifted from the pumped crowd, they where all waiting for me to say something else, Han was probably waiting for an apology for busting his car but he wasn't gonna get it.

Hey, Papi, if your willing to give it up, you can afford the repairs. To be honest I didn't even have the chance to check the damages that I'm sure where there, but at that point I didn't care; I was still starry eyed from actually winning.

I smiled, doing something I never usually do to guys (oop, sorry Twinkie); I winked at him without another word and spun on my now completely numb feet and walked bare foot against the pavement. I could hear whistles, and then a loud 'you tell em' girl!' I tried to stifle a laugh; wishing I could have seen Hans expression for that one!

Suddenly I felt a tiny arm loop around my own, I realized me and Neela where walking side-by-side; serious femme fatale expressions written across our faces. She grinned at me and we kept going; where to? I had no clue, all I know is that it looked cool; both of us wiggling our butts in these ridiculously tight dresses doing our best 'sexy walks' basically taunting Han.

"I want you to meet someone," Neela whispered once we where out of sight from Han, Takashi, and the little group that pooled around them. Grabbing my arm firmer now, she led me to a sleek looking white and silver suped up Subaru Impreza that looked well taken car of and EXTREMELY shiny. There where a couple guys huddling around it looking our way, one of them had a longer version of an overly moussed buzz cut, he was looking at us and whispering to the one beside him; who might I add was VERY cute. He looked about nineteen maybe a year or two older; he gave me a shy smile, and I couldn't help but smile back, obviously blushing I pushed some stray hairs that where by now curling up from sweat and heavy movement behind my ear.

"Aoki, this is Jett." Neela gestured to the cute guy then at me; awww...his names Aoki...So cute. "Jett, Aoki." Neela and the other two guys beside him paused looking at both of us as if waiting for us to say something...I drew a blank. Sorry Aoki, it's all you, papi.

"I like that ...Jett. Like Jet Li." He beamed in an extremely heavy Japanese accent; unlike Hans laid back non-accented lingo. Uhhhgggg, why in the world am I thinking about HIM when I have a major Japanese hotty nearly five feet away from my nose? I shook off that last thought and forced my brightest flirtyiest smile.

"Yeah, I...I...Uhh, get that a LOT back home." He laughed; okay major cutey is laughing that's a good sign, but like everything else in my miserable life all good things come to a screeching end. "Yeah, my cousins girlfriend always told me I should marry an Asian man just so I can confuse people..." Oh god, WHAT in the world provoked me to say that ?... I think I'm gonna be sick!

There was, of course, an awkward silence along with a few chuckles. But Aoki was a gentleman and grinned. He had the cutest squinty brown eyes when he smiled. Unlike Han who never smiles, I mean what's up with that guy? He's like the walking dead?...Uhhhh! Your doing it again! Stop it!

XOXOXOXO...

It had been twenty minutes since Neela introduced me to Aoki; I came to the conclusion I liked him...a lot. He was uber cute (did I just say UBER?...I'm so ashamed. Teretto women don't say UBER!), and wasn't intimidated by the fact that I was a girl and still knew the difference between a radiator and a carburetor. We had so much in common it was scary, we both thought Tokyo needed more coffee shops, love basketball, believe Transformers really exist (hey, shut up, it could happen!), and think old westerns are awesome...Plus he was ultra hot, did I mention that? Oh, yeah, right, sorry.

"So what kind of music do you like?" I was talking like one of those flirty little whores that where walking around here, but today was an exception, I was talking to a major Japanese hotty so it didn't count.

I waited for his make it our break it answer; okay, Aoki, it's all up to you now... You've been perfect all night, but I swear if you say country or pop I'm gonna Bruce Lee drop kick your sorry Asian butt right here on the street!

He looked like he was concentrating hard for a moment then smiled, "defiantly R&B." Good answer, Papi.

"Very nice." I grinned clapping, he laughed leaning down closer to me from where I sat against his car. I could just feel the heat coming off his skin, as his hand hovered close to my mine occasionally grazing fingers whenever he would lean in to talk to me.

Suddenly, Aoki leaned in closer his chocolatey brown eyes focusing on something that apparently was on my face. I instantly became self-conscious and felt the urge to hide my face with my hair, but his own hand beat mine to it; brushing a long curling lock away from from my forehead. "You have such a beautiful face; why hide it?" He seemed to read my inner insecurities as I blushed, he smiled and inched closer both our thighs touching now.

I Haven't been this close to a guy in...well, I HAVEN'T been this close to a guy ever! Especially a CUTE one who actually likes me back, and thinks I'm pretty. It felt nice; no, scratch that, it felt wonderful. I bet you Han could never make you feel this way.

Uhhhggg...will you just shut it about Han! He's a jerk period. He's a womanizing low life, who doesn't even deserve the time of day let alone your thoughts. If only Aoki knew what kind of insane lectures where occurring in my head right now, he'd probably be running away scream, Han giving me that 'that didn't last very long did it? Smug grin.

Why does that guy bother me so much! I mean, I've met much worse guys and had NO problem telling them where to go, but Han says one sentence, and it's not even to me, and he's driving me loco!

"So Aoki?" I smoothly tried to change the subject in my head blocking out all images of HIM from my system and replacing them with Aoki, turning my shoulder and raising an eyebrow I tried to mimic one of those actresses on the red carpet, I dont think it was working. "Do you?-"

"Keisatsu!" I heard some guys loud booming voice erupt from the hustle and bustle around us, and everyone went silent. "Keisatsu!" the guy repeated; then everyone went nuts. Suddenly the crowd that was once somewhat controlled and slightly quiet for a crowd so large was growling with people going wild, panic rampant in the air. I had no clue what Keisatsu meant, but it obviously wasn't good, and the worst part is when I went to ask Aoki what was happening he went missing...great.

Only mere seconds later my fears were answered, and the loud earsplitting heart stopping sound of cop sirens echoed in the not so far off distance, I couldn't help but panic. Scooting my way forward I forced myself through the crowd, but tried to no avail, people where actually running over each other to get out of here, and I didn't blame them. I searched and searched, I couldn't find any of my friends; that's not a good sign.

Neela?...Twinkie?... I could barely see a half inch in front of my own face let alone others faces. I did manage to notice some girls who where hanging on Twinkie's arms earlier running in the opposite direction, screaming their heads off, trying to run in those tight mini skirts they wore.

Well, I had to find someone, if I don't I'm better of in some jail cell, cause I have NO clue where I was or how to get home! I cringed, cursing at myself before trudging forward putting all my body weight into the guy in front of me. I remember pushing between to guys who were panicking, and stepping on some girls toes...AGAIN. And I wasn't quiet sure, but I think it was the same chick from the club...Huh.

Everyone around me buzzed by like blurs, dudes with spiky overly gelled hair and girls wearing all kinds of crazy outfits; everyone even some of Takashi's cronies where yelping like women once they heard those sirens. Jumping to get a better look over people's heads I spotted something green, and only assumed it was the Hulk-mobile. I bet my money Twink was over there, (he would NEVER leave his baby, EVER) and ran in that general direction.

Finally, I could feel the group of crazy criminals (crap, that means I'm a criminal too!) slowly thinning out, a less crowded space dead ahead of me. And there it was, in all it's mean green Hulk-y glory, my savior in disguise waited for me, as people rushed by in all directions. The closer to the Volkswagen I got, the more familiar the cars became.

Suddenly I stopped, franticly looking around searching for at least ONE of my friends. That's when I saw Neela, she was talking extremely fast to Takashi who looked like he was fighting with her; she tried to walk away but he forcefully grabbed her by the arm jerking her backwards pointing a finger in her face. Reiko came behind them; I wish I could hear what they where talking about, because both girls looked pretty upset, both desperately glancing around looking for someone.

Reiko was probably looking for Earl and Twinkie was probably missing to; but quickly doing a complete three sixty Reiko smiled once she saw me, nudging Neela she pointed. I waved at them jumping up and down trying to be more visible for them to see me; it was flattering that they were worrying about me. To be honest other then my cousins and Letty, I've never been close to anyone; it felt nice to be part of a crew again, even if Tekahi, Morimoto, Izumi, and ehh dare I say? HAN hates me.

Pushing forward I cut through crowds and crowds of people, making zigzag bee lines between bodies to reach the small cal-de-sac of cars that where parked in a small posse surrounding my friends. The closer I got I finally noticed Twinkie, he was half sitting half hanging out of the Hulk-mobiles driver window a worried look on his face. He caught sight of me and nodded sitting back into his car starting her up for our grand escape.

My feet where killing me from not wear shoes plus the tight dress was making me walking like my grandmother with 20 pound weights strapped to my ankles, aka very very SLOWLY.

The sirens where growing louder, and I could hear screaming behind me; people where obviously being arrested. The thought of Dom and all his tiffs with the law, for some reason, caused the edges of my vision to blur and the world just seemed a lot bigger. My heart was in my throat now, and I could barely feel my feet; I've only been here for two weeks and I'm going to be arrested. I can only imagine what Laurie and Rick are going to do!

I tried to zero in on Twinkies car, but suddenly something strong and hard wrapped itself around the back of my neck forcefully stopping me in my tracks. I started to panic. Oh, dear god! I'm going to jail! Not Japanese jail, please! I nearly punched myself for even thinking about begging (I'm a Toretto, Torettos don't beg for nothing. We'd rather rot in prison...); so I tried to claw at the tight hand that was curled around the back of my neck. Desperately I looked for Neela, or anyone for that matter, who could help.

Neela noticed; her eyebrows knit tightly in confusion she took a step forward then nodded. What? Neela! What are you doing? I need your help! I growled in my head; it wasn't even worth screaming she couldn't hear me over the crazy yells and sirens of the crowd around us.

I could feel my heart sink slowly and painfully as I watched Neela run for her car and start it up pulling away into an alleyway followed by a few other cars. Takashi was glaring at me, a terribly menacing smile spread across his face; then he jumped into his own car following Neela.

Before I knew it I was being led AWAY from the crowd, forcefully yet gently escorted down the long line of cars; so I guess that was good, it's not like they where trying to strangle me they would have done it by now. Right? Oh, dear god! What if it was Morimoto? I tried wiggling out of whoever had a grasp on my neck, but whoever it was had a cast iron grip. Nahh...I thought, Morimoto isn't that strong, he has lady hands. It was frustrating the heck out of me not knowing or being able to turn around to see who had such a neck brace like death grip on the back of my throat!…

"Oh, my god"...I gulped, my voice inaudible due to the madness around us; my heart sinking instantly when I realized I was being led to THAT god forsaken bumblebee colored Mazda!

Yup, it was defiantly Hans nasty spider fingers that where wrapped around my poor neck, his disgusting skin touching my bare back. I could instantly feel my chest starting to heave and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at the shocking revelation. I wonder if he could feel that?

He pushed me towards his car, his fingers still clawing at my skin. I was careful to watch his face through the reflection of the Mazda's windows as we came into arms length of his car. He looked frustrated, almost like I was a burden he had the misfortune to bare. I don't know why he would even bother if I was such a pain, nor do I know why I felt so upset to see that annoyed expression he was wearing, but I was just happy I wasn't in handcuffs at the moment. So in a way I was thankful.

Han reached for the passenger door, roughly forcing it open he led me around it basically pushing me into the passenger seat. I fell into the leather captains chair, quickly tucking all my limbs into my chest so I wouldn't get them caught in the door when slammed it shut, a sharp breeze a clear warning telling me not to mess with him tonight. So I decided to stay silent and let him do whatever he was planning.

Breathlessly following him with my eyes, I was dumfounded still trying to remember how to breath unlike his calm cool and collected state. Han was always calm, but he was freakishly calm right now, he was thinking up a plan I could tell. I couldn't help but gawk as he did some Asian style Dukes of Hazzard hood slide, swiftly pulling open the drivers side, slamming his door shut, and starting the engine up.

Before I could even register the fact we where actually MOVING, Han was speeding down the long stretch of alleyway, skillfully weaving us around massive crowds of traumatized people missing them by mere inches as we got closer to the street.

I nearly bashed my head against the dashboard when Han came to a screeching stop, just in time for a couple to pick themselves off the wet pavement and out of his path. "Put your belt on." he replied, I was still stunned at how he was driving in such a highly populated area, by now I'd be having a panic attack sucking my thumb rocking myself in the backseat. Could you imagine Han doing that? Haha, no? Well, it was fun thinking about it, huh?

We started down the street again making a tight turn left; we where finally out of the alleyway, but where were the cops? As if on cue something that sounded like Number One Spot by Ludacris was playing lightly in the background, and with a quick movement Han popped out a thick looking cellphone.

I couldn't help but stare; he took a mere glance at the caller ID then pressed a long yellow button on the side, it made a loud beeping noise then he spoke. "Aye? Takashi?"

Then the phone beeped again and Takashi's voice came flooding from the cars stereo speakers. "Here, make yourself useful" Han started, practically throwing the heavy looking cell on my lap before throttling into the fourth gear. "Hold my phone."

Without even second guessing myself I scooped the phone up off my lap, examining it closely. I was kind of disappointed, I don't know what I expected Han's cell phone to look like, maybe some flashy sleek black thing that could slide out into a mini laptop or something, but it was completely opposite. It really just looked like some old suped up flip top Motorola; it was black and gray and VERY heavy, well for cellphone standards anyway. It was obviously one of those commando military indestructible I-ran-it-over-with-my-car-fifty-times kind of phones because it had massive dings and chunks missing from the casing and the screen was all scuffed up. Man, Han what did you do to this thing? I thought, flipping it around in my sweaty palm. It looked like he welded a corner of it by accident (or maybe he did it on purpose just to see what it would do, I wouldn't put it passed him) because half of the backplate was melted off.

The loud sound of sirens and shrills snapped me back into reality causing me to realize who was driving and what we where driving FROM, clutching his phone to my chest as if it had anything to do with keeping me safe while Han was driving like a caveman on speed, I tried to take a deep calming breath. Takashi was speaking incredibly fast, faster then what my mind could register right now; but stupid me, took at least a minute to realize he was speaking in Japanese. I can never get used to that.

Then he stopped talking, a loud beep echoed in the car, then Han looked over at me his hand open waiting for me to give him something. "What?" I blurted dumbly, he rolled his eyes quickly snatching the phone out of my grasp. "Oh," I breathed, utterly embarrassed; I couldn't help but slump into the passengers seat. Being in the same car with him was emotionally draining.

He pushed a yellow button on the side of his distructo-phone and started to say something back in Japanese at just a fast a pace as Takashi. He drove with one hand now, and I was insanely nervous. I will admit, I was truly amazed at his ability to multitask.

Bouncing into a busy street lined with an old beetle, bicycles, and mini vans, Han took a sharp turn right into another ridiculously tight wet looking alleyway leading onto another major street.

I almost swallowed my tongue when I caught sight of what was waiting for us on the other end of that street; a barricade of cop cars and feds with guns blocked our exit onto the highway. "Oh-my-gosh!" I nearly screamed my nails digging into the armrest on the passenger door. I quickly glanced over towards Han, his face was as smooth as ever but his eyes said otherwise; they looked darker then usual almost like he was trying to hide his fear. But maybe I was just seeing things, what would he be worried about, right? I'm sure a guy like Han doesn't exactly live a 'legal' lifestyle.

Han braked immediately catching me off guard sending my head flying into the dashboard, I whimpered out in pain slamming my head back into the headrest, my hands clutching my now stinging forehead. I could feel us moving in reverse despite the fact my eyes were squeezed shut, the blue and red police lights flashing through my eyelids.

Something warm and strong snaked its way in front of me tightly securing me to the seat my eyes flying open I turned to Han. With one hand on the wheel and the other holding me down to prevent any further head trauma; he spun the wheel to his right sending us into a crossing road.

Checking out his rearview mirror, he growled turning to me pulling out the cross body seatbelt that hung behind my seat pulling it around my waist, while still directing the Mazda down a narrow back alley. "DARLA, SEATBELT! NOW!" I've never heard Han raise his voice before it almost scared me. As quickly as he cut another turn leading us onto another major street I had snapped my thick seatbelt on, clawing at it for dear life shock and adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I could still hear sirens from where we were so it didn't mean we where in the clear quiet yet.

"Han…" My voice was barley audible behind the loud purr of the engine mixed with police sirens blaring in the distance. He couldn't have heard me, because I could barley hear myself; so I took in a deep uneven breath and forced out his name again. "Han?…"

"What!…" He snapped, ripping into fourth while spinning the wheel leading the car into a tight left turn. Drifting us into a U-y, we sped down a highway that led towards a more populated highway street. Despite his calm expression and the seemingly easy control he had over his car, he seemed to be extremely short with me in particular at the moment.

I tried not to let my voice shake, not out of fear of being caught by the cops, I knew with Han behind the wheel we'd be safe, but just the way he was reacting to me find of scared me; so I decided to say as little as possible. "What about Twinkie? Or Neela?" I had to ask, I was genuinely curious and feared for my friends.

Han leaned forward in his seat, slowly and intently scanning the city setting that we quickly sped through, his nose extremely close to the windshield. His eyebrow raised, and he pointed his hand; following his finger, a familiar looking Nissan leading a convoy of illegal street racers down a main boulevard in the heart of Tokyo, blue and red lights flashing behind them.

Suddenly various voices all speaking Japanese started pouring through the speakers flooding my ear drums, Han quickly grabbed his cell phone and pushed the yellow button on the side speaking back in a less urgent sleepy form of Japanese.

"Han-shi wa, wareware wa kita ni mukaudeshou. Em wa esa o toru koto ga dekimasu." Takashi spoke so fast I only was able to recognize two words, 'Han,' and 'Esa.' I gave Han a questioning glance, my heart nearly stopping at the dangerously mischievous grin that spread across his face.

Han pressed the button and along came the loud beep, "esa?" Han asked through the phone, revving the engine into third as we crossed over onto the highway. Light chuckles echoed through the phone, verifying the nervous feeling that was bubbling over in the pit of my stomach.

"Esa." Takashi simply answered, and the phone made a loud ping noise, an indication that the call ended.

Suddenly we where going full throttle and I could feel the sudden ultimatum force my body into the back of the leather chair. We where a good forty feet away from the convoy of police office who where losing a battle between law enforcement and pure speed; Han coming between two sluggish cop cars passing them in a matter of seconds. "Say hello, Darla." Han let out a snicker, waving at a fed as we weaved between another lane that was littered with the freakishly slow cop car. I will admit that was pretty funny, the look on the cops face when we whizzed by him was soooo… priceless. "Uhhhmmm…Han? What does 'Esa' mean?"

I heard a light snicker beside me, making my legs twitch from utter anxiety. He turned to me with a major adrenaline junky grin. "It's Japanese for, bait."

Oh, god…We're not seriously gonna?…Oh, god…

Ohhh…ANOTHER cliffy! Lol. I swear I'll stop doing this! Just one more! Haha. PS: Don't forget to review!...If you do I'll give you a cookie!...

PSS: Sorry about the Grammar/Spelling. I just wanted to get this up a soon as possible, I'm impatient and what to know what you guys think =D