Chapter 11: REALIZING PART 2

-Past-

Amira climbed into Letty's car and smiled to herself. As they began the ride back towards the house, Letty began to tap her fingers on the steering wheel. Ami turned in her seat and watched her, knowing that a lecture was soon to follow. It was Mia's technique. She would usually take you out of your comfort zone by annoying you with some ridiculously small thing, then go in for the kill.

Ami watched her, patiently waiting, knowing that Letty wouldn't be far from a rant. "You attract some nobody and piss off Vince, then you tell him off and invite the guy over for the after party," Letty said, the tapping getting rougher and faster. Ami sighed and swallowed roughly. "Do you remember all those times before you and Dom got together, when you were head over heels for him and he wouldn't even look your way? That's how I feel, Letty. Maybe Vince and me aren't meant to be and maybe I should just stop pushing for something that isn't going to happen. It's time for me to move on and then maybe one day he'll recognize what he once had and never will have again," she replied.

Letty nodded, her fingers easing and gracing the steering wheel this time. "You have a point, Amira, but don't push too hard. Vince doesn't give way and if he decides to, it may not be for the best," she said, a small grin on her face. "Now can we party or what?"

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By the time the girls made it to the house, the part was already in full swing. Leon was up against the porch, trying to sweet talk some blonde bimbo. Jesse was downing tequila shots with one of the other racers, while Dom was checking in with his esteemed guests. Amira automatically scanned the scene, watching Vince out of the corner of her eyes as he was pushing up on a nice looking red head. She shrugged it off, spotting her prize in the corner of the living room.

Ami glanced back at Letty, cocking an eyebrow and grinning. Letty nodded at her and made her way towards Dom. "You want something to drink?" Amira asked Jimmy, sliding up beside him. Jimmy smiled at her and eyed her from head to toe. "Anything you got to offer," he whispered, following her into the kitchen.

For the next hour or so, they sat at the kitchen table, throwing back shots and talking about anything that popped into their heads. Another male stuck his head into the room and motioned to Jimmy that they were leaving. He glanced over at her and pouted. With all the alcohol in her system, Amira leaned over and placed a kiss on his mouth, relishing in their softness. "Stop acting like you'll never see me again," she said. He nodded and smiled.

"Same time, same place next week?" He asked, a grin on his face. "Always." Amira stared after him as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She turned around, a smile plastered on her face and sighed. She had a good feeling about Jimmy. She felt like a girl her age should be feeling, like a school girl crush. Usually with Vince she felt like she had to act more mature in order to keep up with him and his crew.

Ami shrugged and poured herself another shot, thinking of ways to keep herself entertained for the rest of the night. All she had to do was wait out the party and then go to sleep in Letty's room, which she wouldn't be using because she kept regular hours in Dom's room. "Is it over?" A rough voice asked behind her.

She jumped but rolled eyes upon realizing the it was none other than Vince. "Is what over?" She asked, slapping down her shot glass and wiping down the corners of her mouth. He sat down in front of her and took a swig from the bottle. "You're little junior high school stunt with the older senior," Vince said, smirking. She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, staring at the wall behind him.

"You have to make your mind up, Amira. You can't hang in the minors and act like a little school girl but then turn around and throw back shots like you've been playing in the big leagues forever." She stood up from the table, slamming her hands down on it and walking out the back door. He followed her, itching for a good fight.

"All you want is for me to run after you, staring up your skirt and beg for some attention. We're past that point," he yelled after her. She froze and flipped around, pushing him away from her. "Yeah? Well maybe I do want you to chase me a little and not be such an ass. If you don't want me then I'm pretty sure there's another loser out there that won't mind taking me off your hands!" She yelled back.

Vince crossed his arms in front of his chest and cocked an eyebrow, watching her. "Yeah, I said it. You're a loser, V. That's the only reason I dock on your door every night, because no other girl in her right mind will put up with you and your stubbornness and your idiotic ideas. You're nothing but Dom's sidekick and that's it!"

He scoffed and threw his arms up. "Fine. You want to be my girlfriend, then that's it. Fights over, Amira. You're my girl. You managed to tie me down all for yourself. That's what you want and that's what you'll get," he yelled. Amira froze and watched him, her eyebrows scrunched together.

"Do you think I want to force you to want to be with me? Tonight was all about showing you what you're missing, but I guess I failed at that!" Vince scoffed once again and walked over to her, getting into her face. "You wanted me, you got me. And now that you got me you don't want me. Is it because I'm too much of a loser for you? Or maybe you just want me to take from you? Throw you and slap you around so that you feel loved."

She slapped him, her face turning redder than his. "Fuck you! No wonder your own family doesn't want you. You're coldhearted. You're a bastard. A loser that won't amount to nothing. You might as well hit me. That's the only way I'll ever feel anything for you again," she said, walking away. Amira disappeared inside the house, leaving Vince alone with his murderous thoughts.

He watcher her as she walked inside the house, slamming the door shut behind her. He shook his head and ran his hands over his face, trying to will away the night's events. He groaned, realizing that his life was a complete mess.