Matt couldn't believe what she was risking. She brushed it off like no big deal. She didn't
have a care in the world, or at least seemed like it. Sitting in the car, ready for their race,
Matt turned to her. 'Should you race for those stakes? I mean, what if something goes wrong?
What if that creep wins?'. She looked at him, her dark eyes wide, and she trailed her tongue
over her heavily lined lips. 'He won't.'
Amy revved the car and glanced over at the ugly guy in the car parallel. He eyed her top, and
she stuck up her fingers. It was their turn. Amy revved, and Matt's knuckles turned white as
he gripped the seat. 3...2...1...go.
The dust from the wheels shot up and immediatly left the back windscreen a light shade of grey.
They were ahead of the other car already, the wheels burning. Matt grinned, realising that she
was right. His smile faded as the other car suddenly flew ahead. Amy tutted, and shook her head.
'Always too early.'. They kept going, and Matt shot her an amazed look, eyes wide. 'Press the
red one' she said, gesturing toward a button on the dashboard. He did. And wow.
They almost flew through the air, and overtook the guy's car easily. Matt whooped as they sailed
over the finishing line, the other guy way behind. Amy turned the sound system up to Control by
Puddle Of Mudd, and drove back towards the party. The guy, obviously not happy at his apparent loss
of getting laid, threw his money on the floor in front of her. She glared at him, and shook her head.
'Pick it up.' she said, toneless. He didn't move, and Matt's muscles tensed. She was playing dangerous
here. She repeated it. 'Pick it up.'. A couple of guys either side of her walked forward. He picked it
up, and gave it to her. 'Next time bitch.' he snarled. Amy laughed, and he turned around. 'There
won't be a next time.'. Matt's jaw dropped, and the guy just walked away. Well, Matt thought, that's
another thing to mentally list. No one pisses with Amy.
have a care in the world, or at least seemed like it. Sitting in the car, ready for their race,
Matt turned to her. 'Should you race for those stakes? I mean, what if something goes wrong?
What if that creep wins?'. She looked at him, her dark eyes wide, and she trailed her tongue
over her heavily lined lips. 'He won't.'
Amy revved the car and glanced over at the ugly guy in the car parallel. He eyed her top, and
she stuck up her fingers. It was their turn. Amy revved, and Matt's knuckles turned white as
he gripped the seat. 3...2...1...go.
The dust from the wheels shot up and immediatly left the back windscreen a light shade of grey.
They were ahead of the other car already, the wheels burning. Matt grinned, realising that she
was right. His smile faded as the other car suddenly flew ahead. Amy tutted, and shook her head.
'Always too early.'. They kept going, and Matt shot her an amazed look, eyes wide. 'Press the
red one' she said, gesturing toward a button on the dashboard. He did. And wow.
They almost flew through the air, and overtook the guy's car easily. Matt whooped as they sailed
over the finishing line, the other guy way behind. Amy turned the sound system up to Control by
Puddle Of Mudd, and drove back towards the party. The guy, obviously not happy at his apparent loss
of getting laid, threw his money on the floor in front of her. She glared at him, and shook her head.
'Pick it up.' she said, toneless. He didn't move, and Matt's muscles tensed. She was playing dangerous
here. She repeated it. 'Pick it up.'. A couple of guys either side of her walked forward. He picked it
up, and gave it to her. 'Next time bitch.' he snarled. Amy laughed, and he turned around. 'There
won't be a next time.'. Matt's jaw dropped, and the guy just walked away. Well, Matt thought, that's
another thing to mentally list. No one pisses with Amy.