"Damnit, Viper, keep going!" I snarled from the drivers seat as I steered around the track. I looked back and saw Angel and Underwood creeping up from behind. They were neck and neck tied for second, but we got no money for second.
"White," Viper barked in his English accented voice, "Why must you win this race so bad?"
"Viper, you little shit, keep going, and faster, or I'm going to turn your ass into a piece of spare scrap metal myself!" I commanded. With that, the car leapt forward and into turbo speed. In less than 20 seconds the car was over the finish line, beating Underwood, who came in second, Angel, who came in third, Penick, who came in fourth, Miller, who came in fifth, Estrada, who came in sixth, Morales, who came in seventh, and Karl Marx who came in eighth.
The car finally came to a stop, as the other cars stopped behind. "Ha you little shit," I sneered at Viper. "I knew you could do it!"
"Yes, but you never answered my question," he replied snottily.
"Because they said I couldn't do it," I said as the lid of the car popped open and I jumped out. "Good race, Underwood," I said to him as he eyed me up and down slowly.
"I got beat by a woman that wears a black leather jump suit?" he said grumpily.
"Damn right, and get used to it because I don't plan on losing," I said as I walked away, leaving him watching me from behind. I could tell he was eyeing me up and down, from my black leather boots, past my black leather bellbottoms, past my black leather skin tight shirt, all the way up to my jet black hair.
I walked back over to Viper, my hunter green PT Cruiser…modified a little bit. He had turbo boosters in the back, to lurch him forward during a race. He also had two shoots in the front where turbo bombs would fly out at an opponent, but they were banned due to cars and people being killed. "Hey Jerry, make sure he gets a good bath tonight, eh?" I said to Jerry, Viper's mechanic.
"Sure thing, boss. Hey Viper, do you want a new shining?" Jerry asked Viper. I walked towards the bar, leaving Jerry with Viper to talk.
I opened the door, and all the guys in the bar gawked at me as I walked in. I plopped down at one of the stools, "Vodka mixed with a little peppermint schnapps," I said to Brandon, the bar tender.
"Coming right up, White. Good job on that race today," Brandon said as he handed me my drink.
I took a sip. "Yeah I did good didn't I?" I said grinning from ear to ear.
Karl Marx, one of the guys I had beaten today, came and sat next to me. "What's a girl like you doing in a mans world?" he said narrowing his eyes at me.
"If its a man's world…why are you here?" I said smiling angelically and everyone in the bar laughed and hooted.
"Listen you little tramp," Marx snarled. I stood up.
"Who do you think you are calling a tramp?!" I barked. "I don't see your little girlfriend, Shelli, anywhere!" Marx threw a punch at me, but I ducked and kicked him in the nuts. "This is obviously my world now, pal, I beat all your asses today!"
Underwood, Angel, Estrada, Penick, Morales, Miller, and a group of Marx's minions crowded around me. Immediately Underwood and Morales punched a few minions out, as Marx and I kept fighting. Soon the whole bar was in a fight.
Soon after Marx and all his buddies were down, me and the other guys high tailed it out of there. The only one that got busted up was me. "White, you sure got wailed in there," Underwood said as he laughed a bit.
"I'm a girl…he's a guy. Of course he's going to hurt me a little," I said limping. I licked my lip, and then spit out some blood. "Shit, I'm not going to be able to race tomorrow…" I whispered.
"Damn, bitch," Angel said growling. "Is that all you care about? Racing? You don't care that you totally fucked up Marx?"
"Oh hell yeah I care that I fucked up Marx. That bitch won't be racing for the next week!" I said grinning. "Shit," I said my eyes growing wide. "I missed my meeting with Tran!" I yelled. They all looked at me.
"It was a meeting," Miller said as if it was no deal. "Calm down."
"No! It was one of those meetings that if you miss…you don't get something. I have no where to stay now! Viper's going to be pissed…" I said as I started to walk towards the car stables.
"White," Underwood barked. I turned around to face him, my eyes looking straight at his. "My roommate was kicked out of the league, you can stay with me."
"Thanks, Underwood," I exclaimed. "But I hope you don't think this is going to mean my throwing any races for you, because that'll. be the only way any of you will beat me," I said as I walked to Underwood's dorm. I knew where it was.
"White," Viper barked in his English accented voice, "Why must you win this race so bad?"
"Viper, you little shit, keep going, and faster, or I'm going to turn your ass into a piece of spare scrap metal myself!" I commanded. With that, the car leapt forward and into turbo speed. In less than 20 seconds the car was over the finish line, beating Underwood, who came in second, Angel, who came in third, Penick, who came in fourth, Miller, who came in fifth, Estrada, who came in sixth, Morales, who came in seventh, and Karl Marx who came in eighth.
The car finally came to a stop, as the other cars stopped behind. "Ha you little shit," I sneered at Viper. "I knew you could do it!"
"Yes, but you never answered my question," he replied snottily.
"Because they said I couldn't do it," I said as the lid of the car popped open and I jumped out. "Good race, Underwood," I said to him as he eyed me up and down slowly.
"I got beat by a woman that wears a black leather jump suit?" he said grumpily.
"Damn right, and get used to it because I don't plan on losing," I said as I walked away, leaving him watching me from behind. I could tell he was eyeing me up and down, from my black leather boots, past my black leather bellbottoms, past my black leather skin tight shirt, all the way up to my jet black hair.
I walked back over to Viper, my hunter green PT Cruiser…modified a little bit. He had turbo boosters in the back, to lurch him forward during a race. He also had two shoots in the front where turbo bombs would fly out at an opponent, but they were banned due to cars and people being killed. "Hey Jerry, make sure he gets a good bath tonight, eh?" I said to Jerry, Viper's mechanic.
"Sure thing, boss. Hey Viper, do you want a new shining?" Jerry asked Viper. I walked towards the bar, leaving Jerry with Viper to talk.
I opened the door, and all the guys in the bar gawked at me as I walked in. I plopped down at one of the stools, "Vodka mixed with a little peppermint schnapps," I said to Brandon, the bar tender.
"Coming right up, White. Good job on that race today," Brandon said as he handed me my drink.
I took a sip. "Yeah I did good didn't I?" I said grinning from ear to ear.
Karl Marx, one of the guys I had beaten today, came and sat next to me. "What's a girl like you doing in a mans world?" he said narrowing his eyes at me.
"If its a man's world…why are you here?" I said smiling angelically and everyone in the bar laughed and hooted.
"Listen you little tramp," Marx snarled. I stood up.
"Who do you think you are calling a tramp?!" I barked. "I don't see your little girlfriend, Shelli, anywhere!" Marx threw a punch at me, but I ducked and kicked him in the nuts. "This is obviously my world now, pal, I beat all your asses today!"
Underwood, Angel, Estrada, Penick, Morales, Miller, and a group of Marx's minions crowded around me. Immediately Underwood and Morales punched a few minions out, as Marx and I kept fighting. Soon the whole bar was in a fight.
Soon after Marx and all his buddies were down, me and the other guys high tailed it out of there. The only one that got busted up was me. "White, you sure got wailed in there," Underwood said as he laughed a bit.
"I'm a girl…he's a guy. Of course he's going to hurt me a little," I said limping. I licked my lip, and then spit out some blood. "Shit, I'm not going to be able to race tomorrow…" I whispered.
"Damn, bitch," Angel said growling. "Is that all you care about? Racing? You don't care that you totally fucked up Marx?"
"Oh hell yeah I care that I fucked up Marx. That bitch won't be racing for the next week!" I said grinning. "Shit," I said my eyes growing wide. "I missed my meeting with Tran!" I yelled. They all looked at me.
"It was a meeting," Miller said as if it was no deal. "Calm down."
"No! It was one of those meetings that if you miss…you don't get something. I have no where to stay now! Viper's going to be pissed…" I said as I started to walk towards the car stables.
"White," Underwood barked. I turned around to face him, my eyes looking straight at his. "My roommate was kicked out of the league, you can stay with me."
"Thanks, Underwood," I exclaimed. "But I hope you don't think this is going to mean my throwing any races for you, because that'll. be the only way any of you will beat me," I said as I walked to Underwood's dorm. I knew where it was.
