Work continued at a good pace. I loved my job for the most part. Dom and Vince were, well, Dom and Vince. Same shit, different day. They mostly ignored me while at the shop but if I was over at the Toretto's it would be normal older brother screwing around. Dom and I never spoke about our drunken weekend. I didn't want to and I suppose neither did he. It was better just to forget it happened, right?
…Then why can't I help staring at him sometimes in the shop while he works on something? God sometimes that boy is so hot I want to lick his skin off. If only he weren't such a dick…
"…No joke Dom. This girl's name is Passion. Like, her parents named her Passion. She's hot. She's gotta be easy, based on the name. And by hot I mean… smoking. Like, no offense man, but if she asked me to kill you to get some of that, I'd consider it." I rolled my eyes at Vince's ramblings.
"That hot?"
"Yeah she's got good sized tits… I dunno, C's… maybe D's. Anyway, long legs, great ass. God I wanna bend her over the hood of a car… Hey I think she's got a sister if you are interested."
"Cute, you guys can go on a double date with the skanks." I quipped in a mock preppy voice. They both looked over at me and I shrugged.
"Letty you work in a goddamn garage. If this shit bothers your pro-feminist-burn-my-bra outlook, you shouldn't be working here." Dom irritatedly responded.
"I'm just saying you guys don't need to be talking this shit. You don't see me talking about some guys dick, do you?" They looked at each other and tried to suppress a smile.
"What?" I inquired, irked by their amusement.
"Letty, the difference is you don't get dick." Dom answered calmly, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in jest.
"And how the fuck would you know Dominic?" I shouted, getting up in his face.
"Whoa, calm the fuck down girl…" Vince said looking around to make sure no one in the garage was paying attention.
"Letty. Be serious. We both know you aren't one to… do certain things." He raised his brows implyingly and I didn't even think before I spoke.
"I think Paul Rinehart feels differently." I snapped. They took a minute to look at each other disbelievingly. See, Paul was this guy who pretty much was a floater when it came to cliques. He'd hang out with everyone. Word on the street is he had so many groups of friends because he'd run out of girls otherwise. He was quite the dog.
"Letty, you didn't do anything with Paul, did you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know… You can thank Mia for introducing me." I added just to add to the shock value. Dom's fists clenched up. Truth was, Paul had in fact gone after Mia, but she had turned him down. Apparently he was cool with it, but I could still have her pull some strings to back up my story if I needed to. Not that Paul would really deny doing anything with any girl.
"Letty, shut up. You're fucking lying and we all know it." I just shrugged, smirked, and went back to my work. The rest of the day Dom was in a pissy mood. I, however, was walking on air. And to make things better, Mia came by at the end of work and unknowingly made everything that much richer.
"Hey guys I just got done 'sitting and had them drop me here. How's work?"
"Great. I feel completely… satisfied." I said making sure to emphasize satisfied towards the boys. They both shifted uncomfortably. Mia just gave me a weird look.
"Mia, what's going on with you and Paul Rinehart?"
"LETTY! You told them about that!" She hissed. Now of course she was just referring to his coming after her, but they didn't know that. Dom threw his wrench on the ground and stormed outside. Vince just kind of stood there disbelievingly.
"Mia, can I talk to you?" I said grabbing her wrist and pulling her to a quiet corner. I explained the whole thing to her and she laughed a little at how perfect her reaction ended up.
"So wait, why'd you want them to think you were messing around with him?"
"I don't know. I'm just sick of them giving me shit and talking about girls ALL the time." I sighed.
"Are you sure it has nothing to do with Dom talking about getting with girls that aren't you?" She asked tentatively.
"Mia. Please don't. I'm not in the mood."
"Well maybe you will be this weekend. I need a favor…" She asked biting her lip hopefully.
"…What?" Oh I know that look. That's not good.
"Can you come with me to a party this weekend?" I shook my head violently.
"Please please please! It'll be fun, I promise!"
"What's in it for me?"
"I'm sure my brother will show up and you two can get sexy. And if he doesn't, you can get with Paul for real."
"No way."
"Well whatever, someone else then. Besides, its the post party for some local street racing crews. So you can talk about cars with a majority of the guys." I groaned and she continued begging.
"Are we going to the race?" I questioned, mildly excited at the idea. I never got to go to the tracks with Mr. T, so I hadn't seen a live drag race yet.
"Probably not. I don't really know when or where it is, just one of my friends told me about the party and figured it would be a good time." She shrugged, not really interested.
"Fine, fine whatever. But only because I want to get drunk and talk about cars with guys that aren't your dumbass brother or V." I warned. She nodded happily and she went to talk to her dad. I finished up the work I was doing and Mr. T drove Mia and I back to their house to have some dinner. Dom and Vince said they'd be home later. But who cares.
After an uneventful but delicious dinner I thanked them for sharing with me and walked to the front door to leave. As I reached for the door knob, Dom walked in. We awkwardly stared at each other before I cleared my throat, motioning for him to move. He didn't.
"You should take a shower…" He said, eyeing my grimy clothes.
"Same to you." I responded before slipping past him out the house.
"See ya tomorrow." He mumbled after me. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, so I just assumed he was. better safe than sorry. Who am I to try to read into Dominic Toretto's meanings?
"Yeah whatever." I dryly responded over my shoulder as I walked across their front yard to the sidewalk.
"What's your problem?" He shouted after me.
"I don't have a problem." I said and continued walking. I heard the front door close and footsteps coming after me. Rolling my eyes, I turned to face him.
"What?" I asked pushing my tongue into my cheek with irritation.
"Seriously Letty. What's your deal? You've been kind of a bitch to me lately…" I gave him a 'what the hell?' look.
"What? It's true! You've been irritated and bitchy about everything lately."
"Maybe you just bother me." I answered sharply shifting my weight and looking around the empty street.
"Out of nowhere? Letty we used to get along at least decently well…"
"Dominic, have you ever considered I'm sick of you treating me like a child? Or telling me I can't do things because I'm a girl. I'm not a child, and I'm not Mia so you can't tell me what to do." I turned on my heel and walked towards my house, arms crossed over my chest.
"You are a child." He answered simply, following behind me.
"Yeah well you didn't think so a couple weeks ago…" I responded with a smirk, knowing I had him there.
"Letty I was drunk. That can't happen again."
"I never said I wanted it to." I snorted haughtily.
"You didn't seem to mind it then…" He defended.
"Dom I was drunk." I mimicked.
"Stop following me." I said turning to face him again, irritated at his persistence.
"No, I want to deal with this."
"There isn't anything to deal with!" I shouted, exasperated.
"Why are you pushing this so much?" I asked skeptically.
"I… I dunno."
"Right. Well, when you figure it out, you can tell me then. Right now, I'm gonna go shower and sleep." We parted ways form there. God what the hell is his deal? I mean yeah I've been kind of a bitch lately, but he's always been a dick to me. Since when does he care if I stick up for myself? Maybe it's some male dominance bullshit where he needs girls to be complacent. Well fuck that shit. My thoughts slowly drifted to his comment about the only reason he kissed me was because he was drunk. For some reason I felt a twinge in my heart. Was that really what it took for someone to want me? To be wasted? That he never would have been at all attracted to me if he were sober? I knew I was at least physically attracted to him, despite his dickwad personality. I felt my eyes sting a little as I climbed into the shower. I convinced myself it was just the steam.
Short but starting to set things up. Enjoy. :)
