**Author's Note: Ah, my faithful readers. I see a few are interested in Dom/Letty, and everyone else is pretty scattered. Guess you'll just have to see. =X Anyway, this one's long. Why? Don't know…felt like it. Thought it could be fun. Remember children--drugs are bad.
~*Sika
Quote of the Chapter: "I have to go beat up a French guy."—Darren McCarty, #25 Detroit Red Wings
Still Fast, Still Furious Ch7—Welcome to the Street Races
((Bri's POV))
I glanced down at my watch. 10pm. Wow, time sure flies when you're at an awesome concert. Vince stood to the right of me and started talking to Jesse and Leon.
"Damn, they put on a great show," I heard Letty say from the other side of Dom as they waited for the crowd to move.
"Yea, they do," I replied as I shook my head, trying to clear the ringing that resulted from the loud bass. The crowd was finally moving. I heard the guys talking behind me as I walked slightly behind Letty.
"Now it's party time," Letty said.
I was visibly confused. "What? Party time where?" I asked. There's a party…?
She smirked in reply and turned her head towards Dom. Hitting his arm she said, "Hey, it's 10. We gotta split if we want to get there."
Dom nodded. "Yo, V," he called back to the guys. They quieted and he continued, "Party time."
As we continued to shove our way through people I still didn't understand what they had said, but I didn't want to ask and look like a dork. I just went with it. We reached the cars and I waited by the driver's side of Vince's car for him to unlock the door so I could get in.
"You'll enjoy this," he said to me as he reached in front of me to pull open the door. I just shrugged and climbed into the back seat.
**Later**
The car ride was uneventful. Vince and Leon were talking about something, but I wasn't paying attention to them. I gave up on figuring out the party thing a long time ago. Currently I was thinking about my past…my old life…my friends…god, I hoped they were doing alright. I left them…and for what? I still wasn't sure. I need to call them I decided silently.
The car was slowing and I was shook out of my daze. I looked out of the tinted windows to see a lot of cars lining the street I recognized, despite the fact it was dark: Drake Street; the place I, literally, ran into Dom and Letty.
Vince put the car into park and opened his door, not bothering to turn off the engine. He pulled the seat forward and I stepped out, looking around and taking in everything. "You have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed, not believing this could be the thing I'd wanted to see since I was younger.
Vince grinned. "Welcome to the street races!" he said, throwing his hands up as he did.
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((Nobody's POV))
Dom led the V-shaped car formation down the dark streets, the team in tow. The engine in his red Mazda purred lively, not being the one to race that night. Vince and Jesse drove behind him. The sounds of the three cars blended together, each adding its own part to the team, as did every member inside, though without the addition of the other two cars it lacked in that little bit that completed it.
Cars were already lining the street on either side, every racer showing off his ride. Dom pulled into the middle of things and people immediately began to swarm the cars, waiting for the King of the Streets to make his move. Not shutting off the engine, he stepped out of his car and greeted the people around him. Letty stepped out the other side and walked around the front, daring any skank to make a move on her man.
One did either not seeing Letty's vicious glare to ward off anyone or just being too stupid to get it. Her unnaturally white-blonde hair lay on her shoulders, her pale blue eyes trying to entice guys, and her slutty physique wanting to show off. "Hi," she purred as she walked up to Dom and 'accidentally' brushed his arm with her hand. Dom just rolled his eyes, but wasn't allowed to respond as Letty cut in.
"Why don't you back that skanky ass up before I leave tread-marks on your face," Letty said coldly as she shoved the girl away and turned around so her back was to Dom's chest. In response Dom wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, signifying she was the only girl he wanted.
She just didn't get it. "Why would he want something like that when he could have this?" she asked, trying to upstage Letty. Bad move.
"Because he doesn't want trash," she replied smugly, crossing her arms as did so. Before the fight could go any further Dom turned him and Letty around.
"Yo, Jayson," Dom said to his Latino friend. Letting go of Letty he looked around.
"Hey, Dom, my man," Jayson said in response. They did the manly "handshake-hug" and stood back once more, Dom's arm instinctively finding Letty's waist. "Who's up for tonight?"
Dom looked over at Vince's car and nodded in his direction. "Vince is, after he shows Bri around."
Jayson looked at him inquisitively. "Bri? That a new one of his hoes?" he asked, jokingly.
Dom's head turned back and his gaze sharpened. "She is NOT one of Vince's hoes," he replied coldly. His tone not only made Jayson draw back and Letty look up at him curiously, but it also surprised himself. He hadn't known Bri for even a day and already he was defending her from something.
Jayson held up his hands in defense. "Ok, brotha, I get ya."
**Meanwhile**
Vince had gotten out of his car and let Bri get out. She looked around in awe, not being able to hide her amazement of her surroundings.
"You've got to be shitting me!" Bri exclaimed as she took in the sights and sounds of the cars and the people.
Vince threw his hands up in the air to add to his response. "Welcome to the street races!" He looked around to see the usual crowd of racers, most of who were just there to show off their ride, scantly dressed girls all around, and more new skanks attached to the arms of racers. "Don't drool everywhere," he added, hitting her shoulder lightly.
"Ha, ha," Bri replied dryly. She looked off to see Dom and Letty talking to some Latino guy. Must be a friend of theirs she thought to herself. "So you're racing tonight, right?"
Vince nodded. "Yep, been working on her all week to get her ready. Dom's got some new parts comin' in, so he's waiting to cut her loose another week."
"Her?" Bri asked, snorting in amusement as she asked.
"What?" Vince asked her, shrugging. "It's gotta be something…it's my baby." He grinned.
"Yo, V," Dom's gruff voice called from the middle of the street where he stood with Letty and Jayson.
Vince waved his hands in a 'let's go' motion as he said, "C'mon, you gotta meet the regulars." Bri nodded and followed where Vince walked over to the small group, being surrounded by a larger group of people who, most likely, just wanted to get in good with the King of the Streets. Bri looked around, subconsciously shying away from the mass of people.
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((Bri's POV))
"So you're racing tonight, right?" I asked him. I knew full well he was…I was just trying to make conversation without coming off as a complete bitch…at least right now away.
"Yep," Vince nodded in reply, "been working on her all week to get her ready." He drew his right hand over the hood. "Dom's got some new parts comin' in, so he's waiting to cut her loose another week."
I snorted in amusement. "Her?" Ok, so it's not that strange…I just enjoy giving people a hard time.
"What?" he asked, shrugging as if he didn't see anything abnormal about it. "It's gotta be something…it's my baby." He grinned.
"Yo, V," Dom called from the street where he stood, Letty beside him and another guy.
Vince nodded to show he heard him. "C'mon," he said to me as he started walking, waving me to follow. "You gotta meet the regulars." I nodded, although I knew he couldn't see let alone hear it anyway. He pushed past some people, and I followed him through the gap he created.
Wow…I thought to myself. There's a LOT of people here…Unconsciously I began playing with my nails and cracking my fingers. I did stupid things when I was nervous, although people could rarely tell I was due to the fact I came off as so intimidating and self-confident. If anything, that was the one thing I wouldn't change about myself. As I looked around people were looking at me funny and talking amongst themselves. So I caused a commotion, ey? Guess it's not everyday some random chick gets in with Team Toretto.
"So you gonna introduce me or what?" the unknown guy asked Dom.
"Yea…right," Dom said. I stood a little behind Vince, I guess hiding from something…but I really didn't know what. "Jayson, this is Bri. We, uh, ran into each other earlier today actually."
I waved with my right hand, my left arm held in place across my stomach with my right elbow resting on it, and smiled slightly.
"Bri, Jayson," Dom finished.
"Hey, girl," Jayson said walking over to my unprotected side and putting an arm around my shoulders. "You're new around here. The fun is only beginning."
I pulled my shoulders out from under his arm and moved back. "As nice as I'm sure you are," I responded. "You don't need to touch me."
There were some chuckles and "Ooh"s from the crowd. Jayson just shrugged, seemingly unfazed by my telling him to leave me alone. "Aight, so anyone else ready to put up some G's tonight?" he asked the crowd. A Philippino guy and an Asian girl stepped forward, each holding out a large amount of cash. "Price?" Jayson asked out-loud, seemingly to Dom.
"1.5 each," Dom replied. Jayson nodded. "Jayson holds it, quarter-mile race." The three gave their money to Jayson and walked back to their respective cars. I walked next to Letty as they headed towards Dom's car.
The sound of more engines caught my attention and I looked up to see four more cars drive up, all of them very nice. Everyone (or at least most) stopped heading towards their cars and turned around to see who had showed up, not knowing whether it was some joker to laugh at or a serious contender. The leading car was a silver Corvette with dark blue designs up either side. All four stopped and the drivers stepped out: the lead guy, one girl, and two other guys. I couldn't help but stare as the lead guy started walking towards us. He had dark blonde spiky hair tipped with blue and piercing bright green eyes. His skin looked sun-kissed, even under the street lamps. His mouth was curved into a small smirk, which only accented his already perfect facial structure. The muscles on his arms were big, but no where near the size of Dom's, and yet they were still nice to look at. His abs showed through his tight black t-shirt and rippled slightly as he walked. His baggy blue jeans hung off his hips; his hands swung carelessly at his side as he moved, spike bracelets on either arm. Around his neck was a simple gold chain; he had a gauged earring in each ear. Tattoos adorned his arms, small yet showy.
Letty and I stood next to Dom's car; she leaned against the driver's side door with her arms crossed. Dom stood a few feet away from us, Jayson next to him.
He walked up to Jayson and Dom. "Dominic. Long time no race," he said, his voice dark with a hint of playfulness.
Dom straightened his stance. "Aubrey," he responded with no hint of emotion favoring or disliking him. "And you'll have to wait even longer; Vince is racing tonight."
Aubrey clasped Dom's shoulder. "I'm not racing either. Brett is." He nodded his head backwards towards one of the guys in his team, although it was unclear which one. His head turned and his gaze fell on me. "New friend?" he asked Dom as his gaze lingered on me.
"Yea," Dom nodded. "This is--"
"Bri," I interrupted. I don't like people talking for me. "Bri Williams." I reached up to fix the hat on my head as I said my name, straightening the back out.
"Aubrey," he replied as he reached out to grab my hand.
"So I heard," I responded, shaking his hand.
Jayson jumped into our little conversation. "Yo, people, you can chit chat at the party lata. Right now we got a race to do." Dom just nodded and everyone started filing into their cars.
I started walking back to Vince's car, which he drove up closer. I felt a hand on my shoulder so I turned around. "I'll be looking for you at the Toretto's tonight," Aubrey said. Suddenly, without me having a chance to react, his head moved in closer and he was kissing me. I was shocked but started to reply by kissing him back. All too soon he pulled back. "Two Bri's are better than one." He turned and headed back to his Corvette.
I brought my right hand up to my lips, which still tingled from him kissing me. "Welcome to the street races," I said to myself.
