'Where is Roman Pearce?' shouted the cop slamming his hands down on the interrogation desk.

'I don't know', I stated calmly, looking him straight in the eye. 'He flipped on me back in LA where you guys picked me up'.

'I think your lying to me', shouted the detective as I just scoffed.

'I'm an 18, almost 19 year old undercover cop, what the fuck did you expect?' I asked him with a chuckle.

'Fine, then start from when you left the harbour', the detective said, looking at his friend before sitting down and listening intently.

'We left the harbour and stopped by Tej's. He hooked us up a car and we were able to head back up to LA for a few days', I started before the detective coughed.

'So you headed up to LA, why didn't Bilkins pick you up?' asked the detective rather angrily.

'Because we hadn't even opened the fucking garage', I shouted, slamming my hands down on the desk in frustration as I headed to the corner of the small room.

The other detective in the room just turned around into the two way mirror and shouted: "Boss" before turning back and pointing towards the door while staring at the detective that was questioning me. Angrily the detective left while another bulky man walked in.

'My names Matt, no need to worry about my rank or my last name', the bulky man said as I just nodded at him and sat down in my original chair. 'So you headed up to LA for a few days, then what?'

'We got up to LA and Torreto's old space was up for sale so we bought it', I continued as Matt just nodded.

'Then where's Torreto?' this "Matt" asked me.

'How the hell am I supposed to know?' I answered.

'Back to heading up to LA for a little while?' he gestured for me to continue.

'That's basically when Rome…well when all the shit started to hit the fan', I finished.

'So let me get this straight, you basically just started up a garage and Roman Pearce started nicking the vehicles in order to supply the parts?' Matt asked as I just sighed.

'At first we ordered them, from Japan, Germany, Russia, all over the world, but then we started to run low on money', I sighed, running my hand through my hair. 'It was Rome's 6 month period to be in charge of money, he didn't tell me. I gave him the list of parts we needed, and he went and "ordered" them for me. In a month or so I had my part, I wasn't worried where they came from, that was until I was hearing on the news that all these parts were missing from cars'.

FLASHBACK

'Look, man. Your getting on my nerves, I could be back bloody relaxing, Jude, relaxing, but instead I'm here helping your white ass open a garage', Rome shouted.

'Get your ass back to Barstow trailer trash', I shouted at him, 'We don't steal cars here, we don't fucking steal cars to fix others', I shoved him backwards.

'I didn't fucking steal them, yo, those fuckers are damn crazy, man', Rome yelled.

'They caught you Rome, they have footage, it was on the news this morning', I shouted as he looked at me surprised before he grabbed a bag.

'Fuck this shit man, I don't need to cop shit from my best mate Jude', he shouted before chucking some clothes into the bag.

'You'll never change, Roman Pearce, you'll never take responsibility for your own actions', I stated in a calm voice.

'What?' he said scathingly.

'Man come off it, your still fucking blaming me for you getting arrested, you'll never change, man, your still the same old Roman Pearce from Barstow', and at that he had finished chucking clothes in and had left.

END OF FLASHBACK

I slung my satchel bag over my shoulder and headed into the throng of many students heading into the school. I was in Victorville.

'Come over here', the security officer asked me pulling me to the side as the metal detector I had walked through set off. I got out my wallet and the showed the security officer and he just nodded and let me through. I looked behind me and found someone else pulled to the side to get checked out.

I was back at school although not my original high school, god no. But it was slightly interesting to be back again. My pocket started to vibrate and I sighed, frustrated, before pulling out my mobile and answering it.

'Hello?' I asked.

'Are you at school?' they asked.

'Do I need a check up every five minutes?' I asked confused, they knew I was at school, I mean they basically followed me to school. 'You know I'm at school!'

'We need you to keep an eye on you, in case you run, we know you're capable of it', they stated.

'So you're basically stopping me from being a teenager?' I questioned before hanging up. Stuffing my phone back in my pocket someone brushed passed me making me stumble slightly.

'My bad', he said in a very southern accent.

'It's all good', I nodded at him as he smiled before turning around and walking off.

I was brought back to school for one reason, and one reason only, to keep me from getting in any more trouble that the cops could put me in jail for. Being and undercover cop for nearly two years, they didn't exactly want to put their finest in jail.

'Hey wait', I shouted out to him as he stopped just ahead.

'What's up?' he asked me smiling slightly.

'Where's Calc, Miss Nita's?' I asked and he just laughed.

'I'm in that class, meet me say just over there, after home room and I'll help?' he offered as I nodded.

'Thanks man', I smiled before walking off to the front office.

'A girl that acts like a guy, hm, lovely', said someone behind me, I turned around to find a baseball player standing behind me leaning on a baseball bat.

'Go play with your hose some where else, Bat boy', I stated annoyed before walking off in the direction of the front office.

'Jude O'Conner, aged 18, I'm sorry, what's your address honey?' the lady at the front desk asked as I just sighed.

'I don't have one', I muttered handing her the letter the officers had handed me. It was to give to the lady anyway, but the fact that I had to give it to her made it embarrassing.

'Oh, thank you, honey', she smiled softly. I don't know whether she was slightly worried about talking to me now because of what I was or whether she was just feeling sorry for me, either way things were getting uncomfortable. 'You've got your timetable do you need a guide to help you?'

'No, I'm fine thanks, I asked someone', I smiled half heartedly as she just nodded and handed me my books that I'd need for the rest of the year and shooed me away with a motherly smile. She felt sorry for me. A loud constant siren rang before I heard everybody rush through the halls; it was time for homeroom.

'The lady at the front office called me in, told me I was to show you around', said someone from behind me, it as the frog looking Jock boy again.

'I can find my own way, thanks', I smiled sarcastically before walking out of the office and down the halls.

I was sitting in homeroom as the teacher read out the class list, turning to my computer I started playing solitaire, the Internet bored me slightly and the teacher was putting me to sleep. I watched the clock on my computer, according to the timetable we had exactly one minute left of homeroom. And the loud siren struck again as everybody grabbed their tote bags and all the other fancy shit they liked and headed off for their first class.

'I never got your name'; I sighed tiredly, walking up to the guy I had bumped into.

'Boswell, Sean Boswell', he said smiling.

'Well, Mr. Bond, lead the way', his smile slowly vanished into a smirk as he winked and walked ahead. He surprisingly got the joke.

'Oh, James Bond', he said randomly. Maybe, not.

'Someone's a clever puppy'; I scoffed.

'Right here', Sean muttered pointing towards a door were a fair few people were heading. 'Calc'.

'Flick it again', Sean shouted as I pushed the wrench to the right with all my strength. We were in Mechanics, the class just before lunch.

'Better?' I asked as he cheered.

'Jude?' He asked as I used my feet to wheel me out from underneath the car. I gripped the wrench a little tighter and walked off. Looking around the corner into the spray area, a bunch of guys were holding a fat kid and spraying his stomach with spray paint. They stopped for a second looking at me worriedly before I shook my head and turned around. I dropped the wrench back in the toolbox and walked out.

It was much like that in all my classes, the teachers didn't seem to round the students, they were like a pack of wild animals.

'Oi, you need a lift?' I asked Sean as we headed out of the school and into the car park.

'Uh, yeah that'd be good', I smiled as I headed over to my car. The jocks and cheerleaders were all doing their thing in the car park, except one person. She sat on the head of the seat, painting her toenails a funny coloured pink.

'Nice ride', she smirked as she saw Sean walking up to the car. He smiled opening the car door.

'It does the job', he replied.

'What job, delivering pizza's?' she laughed as Sean just smirked.

'Well, it's not the ride, it's the rider', he replied smoothly and I almost had the urge to congratulate him.

'Hey', exclaimed the frog looking jock that I had been seeing all day, 'what the hell was that?' he was talking to the girl.

'What?' she said innocently, to which she was rightly named. She had done nothing.

'Hey! You talking to my girl?' he shouted at Sean. I could hear his friends poking fun in the background.

'She was just admiring…' Sean paused while looking at me and then my car, '…my ride'.

'My grandma's Buick could smoke that piece of shit, trailer trash'; the jock laughed. Sean whipped his head around to glare at me telling me not to screw things up now, and I almost reached over the roof of the car to slap him, but decided against it.

'Well, what about your daddy's viper?' Sean asked.

'This beast's got 500 horsepower and a Borla exhaust system. It does zero to sixty in like four point three seconds… ' The jock recited looking at his friends while smiling.

'Wow', Sean laughed, 'You can read the brochure'. He got into the car and just laughed as I subtly handed him the keys, he smiled out the window at the jock before starting up the car and driving out. We had gotten almost 10 metres before a baseball was thrown through the back window.

Before Sean could even stop the car, I had gotten out and was just about to run at them when Sean stepped out. He stood stock still while the Jock and his friends stalked up to us. They stopped walking for some odd reason, which was until I looked at Sean to find him slowly letting a wrench fall into view.

'Why don't you guys let your cars do the talking?' offered the girl from the car.

'I only race for pink slips'; Sean smiled. I just stood there looking straight ahead, trying not to make it to obvious that I was going kill someone, while waiting for a reply. I couldn't help but think about how the cops were going to pin me for this now, even though I had nothing to do with it.

'This car goes for eighty grand. What would I do with a broken ass piece of shit like that?' the Jock smirked. I turned to Sean and glared and he just stared back before smirking back at the jock.

'How about me?' the girl stepped forward. 'Winner…gets…me!' that sealed the deal, for Sean anyway.

I now find myself following a bunch of preppy "I Love My Life" kind of people as they break into a house development called "Shangri-La Estates".

'Break my car, I break your neck, got that?' I asked Sean turning to him.

He didn't say anything as we lined up at the starting point and I put on my seat belt, which made me uneasier for some reason. The car beside us revved the engine and then Sean did the same. The last time I had been in a race like this, I fried piston rings and nearly blew myself up.

The bra dropped and we were off. The jock pulling up ahead and cutting us off from getting passed him, each time we tried the jock would cut us off again. We tried again and smacked into a bunch of plastic tubes, before getting back on track.

Sean finally decided to take action as we made our way up onto the dirt track, hoping to by pass him, but no luck. He shot ahead before we had to turn the corner. Sean stepped on the brakes trying hard not to smash into the porta-potties, but no luck. I swore allowed before Sean got back on track to follow the Jock once more.

He turned the corner to head down the home stretch, but once we started to speed up, he panicked and changed the track a little and he swerved to his left down another road. The jock turned to his left at another intersection while we took the dirt road just before it, yet again, in hopes of beating him.

My eyes widened as I saw what was up ahead, machinery was blocking our way.

'Remember, you break my car, I break your neck', I reminded him.

'I know', he shouted. Sean went up a gear and sped on further only to go speeding through a developing house, smashing right through the support beams. We came up behind the Jock and his girlfriend, before speeding up to come side by side with them. Sean winked, she smiled and the next thing I knew was, we were getting rammed.

Each time they rammed us the side of my car was getting dented and my paint was getting scratched, not to mention that my neck managed to crack a couple of times.

'That was them', Sean said turning to me for a second. I felt like laughing at him, but I was to bloody worried about the outcome that this race might have. Sean had both hands on the steering wheel getting us back on track. The Jock rammed us again, this time we went up on top of their car before coming back down on the road.

They went to ram us again, but caught the front end, which spun them around in a cloud of dust, making me lose sight of the road, not to mention the lack of sight Sean had. I saw them crash into a huge cement tube before I saw Sean heave on the steering wheel. We turned quickly to miss the people watching and flipped the car. We rolled a good seventeen or eighteen times before coming to a stop on the roof, both hands still on the steering wheel.

'Remember, it was their fault', was Sean's last words.

The phone rang for what seemed like the tenth time since we got there. We were all sitting in a row at the police station, Sean, me, Barbie and Ken. Sean winked and smiled at the girl with his bloody grin as she turned away sickened.

'Officer O'Conner', an unknown officer muttered walking into the waiting room. I stood up and headed over, not daring to look back at the awkward stares I would be facing.

The officers pulled me in and sat me down in a chair in the middle of the interview room.

'When will you learn, O'Conner?' the current detective asked. Not even offering me a cup of coffee.

'Learn what, sir, how to become like you?' I asked him icily.

'When will you learn that not the whole world would like to kiss your ass', he answered as I just sat there, weezing.

'I'm 18…' I started.

'And the whole world is against you. Let me guess the rest of your sucker story. You never had a child hood; you were dragged into police affairs since you can remember. We've all heard it before O'Conner, you can't keep using that as an excuse', he finished.

'Then throw me in jail, end the torment I seem to be inflicting on your station', I sighed. A TV and VCR were wheeled in and Sean followed suit.

'Let me show you why you're here, huh?' the detective decided, as Sean kept eyeing me from the corner. I was wondering why I was the one on trial, hadn't he been the one driving, or was I mistaken? They replayed back the car race and bursting through the developing house.

'Can I get a copy of that?' Sean smirked from the corner as the detective turned around. I just shook my head and tried my hardest not to sigh sarcastically.

'You think this is a joke, huh?' he asked, angrily. 'And you…' he said turning to me, 'You see Ken and Barbie over there? They're going to walk out of here without even a slap on the wrist. Mommy and daddy are too hooked up'. I just rolled my eyes. 'But I like screw-ups like you, you know why? Cause your one hundred percent guaranteed conviction'.

'Enough, man', stated an officer waiting by the door. I stood up quickly without a moment's hesitation.

'Where's my car?' I muttered.

'I crushed it', smirked the detective.

'You did what?' I shouted getting up angrily.

'Sit Down', Sean mouthed from the corner, pointing at me worriedly. I still couldn't get why he was here.

'Your done', the detective spat as he reached over and tried to push me down, 'And all before your 19th birthday'.

'Easy, Easy, Easy!' the Officer by the door, stated as he sat me back down. A knock on the door sounded and in walked someone I thought I would never in my life see again.

'Jude', he whispered as he pulled my face to the side to look at my head wound. 'Ouch, aye?'

'Where did you go?' I choked. 'Where were you, Brian?'

'Officer O'Conner? Please', the detective sighed as he seated Brian at the end of the table. Before seating himself across the table.

'It's Brian, just Brian', Brian muttered as I looked over at Sean who looked to be thinking along the same lines I was, why was he here and why was I the one being drilled.

'It's a tough state. And it's a pretty clear-cut case. She'll be lucky if they don't try her as an adult', the detective said seriously.

'She's been a cop for nearly 3 years running, does that not count for anything?' Brian asked.

'You yourself are an officer, am I right?' asked the detective as Brian nodded.

'Yeah, 6 years running', he whispered.

'Can I interrupt this love story and ask why he's sitting there like an angel?' I asked the detective pointing over at Sean.

'We'll get to him', the detective muttered.

'Then why can't he wait outside, huh?' I asked.

'Yeah, I really don't need to here their life story', Sean piped up. A knock on the door sounded and in walked a flustered looking mother.

'Is that…?' I whispered over to Sean. He nodded and I kind of understood why he was there.

'Sean', she said as she pulled his face to the side to look at his head wound. 'What the hell were you thinking, huh?'

'Mrs Boswell? Please', the detective smiled as he seated Sean's mum at the other end of the table. Before seating himself back in his own chair.

'It's um, it's miss', said Sean's mum as Sean and I looked at each other again. 'Officer, is it illegal, to smoke in here?' she pulled out a cigarette and the detective lit it for her.

'It's a tough state. And it's a pretty clear-cut case. He'll be lucky if they don't try him as an adult', the detective said seriously. Sean and I looked at each other again, feeling a sense of Déjà vu. I passed my look of confusion onto Brian who just shook his head slightly.

'Your son's got two priors for reckless driving, wilful destruction of property. This makes it strike three!' the detective stated as I followed Sean's gaze outside as Ken and Barbie were being babied by their parents. 'They definitely want to get him off the streets'.

'What about Jude?' Brian butted in.

'We'll get to her', the detective muttered.

'Now, see this is why you don't have two interviews at once. How long have you been an officer, sir?' I asked him. He turned to me angrily.

'Six months longer than you have, now sit there and shut up', he growled as Sean's mother looked at me then at Brian.

'Well, there's just got to be another way', his mum tried.

Sean and I were sat outside. Brian was still inside, apparently, he had something to sort out as well. I stood there staring at Sean while he stared at his shoes.

'So you're an undercover cop?' Sean asked.

'Two years running, nearly three, why?' I asked him.

'But your only eighteen', he questioned.

'My first assignment, they needed someone into racing, basically into the world and could fit right in, and my bro was an officer, so they got me into it', I smiled, 'Simple as that'.

'So why were you following me?' he asked.

'I wasn't. I got into shit in L.A. I opened a garage and my partner decided to lay the five-finger discount to everything. The only way for me not to get thrown in jail was to go to school and not get into trouble, tough break, eh?' I chuckled as he just smirked.

'You had fun, right?' Sean asked.

'I supposed if you call a bruised rib, many cuts and bruises and a concussion fun, then yes, I had fun', I laughed.

'Come on, Officer O'Connor', uttered the detective before he grabbed my arm and walked me away from Sean as his mum had just gotten out of the interview room.

'So where are we moving this time?' was all I heard Sean say before the detective shoved me around the corner. Brian was standing there. I hadn't seen him leave the conference room.

'His mum is sending him to Tokyo to live with his father, and guess what?' Brian smiled.

'I'm getting sent back to school?' I suggested, hopefully as Brian looked at me sadly. He opened a door to my right and walked me in there before sitting me down.

'Mum never called you did she?' Brian whispered, sitting himself across the table from me.

'Called me about what?' I muttered.

'After you let Torreto slip, the rents got into a huge fight. Something along the lines of Mum thought you did the right thing, dad saying you were still a child and you weren't cut out to do what you were doing', Brian skimmed through the rest of the story.

'And?' I wheezed, barely able to swallow. I knew what was coming, but didn't want to hear it.

'They split up Jude, they've been separated for nearly a year, mum still lives in Arizona, and dad lives in…'

'Tokyo', I sighed.

'This is all your fault', I grumbled, glaring at Sean on my right.

'How is this my fault, if you had of gone with your instinct, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?' he growled back.

'And if you weren't such a Pig-headed egotistical dick-head, I wouldn't have to have an instinct to run by, now would I?' I sneered.

'I hate babies', he complained as a baby started crying a few rows back.

'Amen', I grumbled, as I looked, passed a lonely Asian woman, out the window.

Grabbing our luggage we headed through customs and headed out to the parking lot. Sean and I stood there for almost two hours waiting for his father, no luck.

'Where's your dad?' I yawned.

'No idea', he grumbled, 'Taxi!'

'Got the money?' I asked, looking at him.

'You're the cop, make some appear', he looked at me expectantly.

'Not going to happen, I'm a cop for America, under force, not by choice, meaning, I cannot possibly appear with Japanese Yen', I glared as he just opened the door of the taxi that appeared and indicated for me to hop in while he helped the taxi driver put our stuff in the back.

'You owe me', he growled getting in beside me.

'Why?' I yawned, resting my head on his shoulder, hoping to get to sleep.

'Because I'm giving him my guitar', he grumbled, scooting down lower in his seat, and I found it less comfortable. Taking off my jacket, I rolled it up into a ball and sat it on his lap and rested my head on it. 'Comfy?'

'Yes, I am thank you'; I answered before yawning again.

'Jude…' someone was muttering, shaking me. 'Jude!'

'What?' I shouted jumping up and hitting my head on the roof of the cab. 'Oh!'

'We're here', he said, getting out and holding the door open for me to get out afterwards. I grabbed my jumper that had fallen on the floor and slipped it on before Sean got back inside and closed the door. I grabbed my bag out of the back of car.

'It was nice knowing you', I smiled leaning down near the window.

'We'll catch up, I know where you live, remember', he smiled softly.

'Catch you', I yawned as the Taxi driver pulled out and drove the two of them off, leaving me behind to freeze my ass off.

I walked up to a screen door and pressed the little button beside it. I heard a little buzzing noise and waited. I looked around while before I smiled at the guy riding passed on a scooter. I turned back and pressed the button again and yet again the buzzing noise sounded. The screen door moved to the side and out popped a grey haired man with a dressing gown on.

'Jude?' he asked, sounding surprised to see me there, 'I thought you were going to be here on the seventh?'

'Today is the seventh'; I answered heatedly.

'Well, look, hold on just one second', he said before closing the door. I glared at the closed door before looking behind me. I was falling asleep on my feet, I desperately needed to get warm or sit down or something.

The door opened again and this time the grey haired man had a jacket in his hands and out walked a Japanese lady with smudged lipstick and tired eyes. He helped her put on her jacket and they said a few things in Japanese before she walked off.

'Come on in', he whispered as he led the way inside.

'This is it', the grey haired man mumbled as I walked in, kind of cramped with my entire luggage. 'You know, Jude, I was going to be there, but your mum, she said the 7th, see, and we're a day ahead of you in Japan'.

I just looked up from searching the room and glared at him and he went back to folding up the blanket in his hand.

'Well, you're here now, and that's good', he muttered as I just stood there and was yet again falling asleep on my feet. 'So, how is your mum?'

'Where do I sleep?' I growled, and looked intently.

'Now, Jude, you know Brian had no other choice. I mean it was either this or jail. I mean you just can't keep running away every time you get in trouble', he muttered.

'Worked for you', I growled.

'Look, neither of us asked for this', dad started. I didn't say anything just tried my hardest to avoid eye contact with him. He broke up with my mother for a very stupid reason; I wasn't going to forgive him quickly. 'Look, Jude, I promised your mum and Brian that I'd take care of you, so you just go by the rules her and I agreed to and I'm sure you'll manage just fine', dad smiled.

'Rules?' I asked incredulously.

'Yeah. Rules. Real simple', he chuckled falsely, 'you go to school, you come back here right after. And I don't want to see or hear about you anywhere near a car'.

'Here, the bedrooms yours', he said, sliding open a door to a room that looked like it could fit half a person in it because it was so jam packed full with clothes already. 'Make yourself comfortable', he said before walking over to the couch.

'Lights out in ten', he muttered, as I dumped my bags just inside the door. Grabbing a pair of my boxers from the top of my bag I did a quick change. I looked around, noticing all the small things around the place before I pulled back the curtain. There sat a little old Japanese lady eating noodles. She turned around with a mouthful and waved. I waved back and closed the curtain. Slipping off my shoes, I left my socks on before sitting on the bed.