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Chapter 1, The Idea.
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Torrie could not believe she was going to do this. It was crazy. Insane. Likely to backfire also came to mind...
She had to do something. She was broke. All she had left was her car and her parent's house. If she did not make some money she would end up living in her car. They would take the house from her. The people who thought she was a snob in high school would love that. Spoiled little rich Torrie broke and living in her car. She had never been a snob really but she was rich and spoiled. Or she had grown up that way. She could live in the store but she doubted the manager would like that very much. She did not want to think about what would happen if she lost tonight, if this plan did backfire. Then she would have no car and no house. She would likely end up making money illegally. She could not see anyone legit hiring her. No experience to speak of except for working on race cars. Not even legal ones. Plus there was that time she was caught boosting cars. Thank god that was when she was a minor and was sealed now. But people still knew about it. She had to take her mind off her troubles and get it on tonight's business. She rolled her head on her shoulders and tried to calm down. She tried to immerse herself in the song.
She pulled up to the meeting place for tonight's race. She pulled in and found a parking spot. All eyes were on her car...No one knew who was in the car since the windows were tinted out with 2.5% tint all around. She scanned the colleted cars and then she saw what she had dreaded. The Toretto team was here tonight. Please don't let Dom Toretto be racing for his team. She repeated it like a mantra through her head. She was toast if he was. She was so nervous. She killed her engine and turned on her headlight glows and under body neon kit. She went over her pre-race checklist. Everything was good to go at this point.
Everything was dark blue on her car. Her car was hot at least, and she looked like she belonged just sitting there. But she had no entourage with her. She was all alone. What an appropriate metaphor for her life. She put her head down on the steering wheel and tried not to cry. She was so nervous she nearly fired her car back up and took off. But what would she do? This was her last shot. May as well go out kicking and screaming. It was more her style then letting them come and take everything she had without a fight.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
She turned off her stereo and got out of her car. That song never failed to make her think and put her in the right place. One shot, one opportunity. That was her tonight. She looked around and saw the regulars in groups. Dom, Edwin, Hector, and some others she did not know right off hand formed the group of most interest to her. There were a lot of scanky race rat girls of course, all wearing next to nothing. The racers were entering the race now, everyone anteing up the money needed to enter the main event, the biggest race of the evening. She had no cash, that's why she was here, she really needed the money. She was going to put up the slip to her car. She had no choice. If she lost tonight a car was not much good to her anyway with no house, no money for insurance or gas.
Dom could not help but notice the girl who stepped out of the blue Nissan. She was new to the LA racing scene. He had never seen her before. She was tall and slender with waste length black hair and skin so pale it was translucent. She had huge green eyes, innocent eyes. She was beautiful, in a too beautiful to be a street racer chick kind of way. She did not have the street smart, tough enough look about her at all. She looked like she would belong on the runway of a fashion show more so then a race track. But she was dressed the part, he would give her that. She was not dressed like a model, she was dressed like a race girl but with some class. She was dressed in black hip hugger flair pants, a size too big for her so they rode incredibly low on her hips, exposing her thong underwear to the view of everyone. Red, her underwear was red. She was also wearing huge platform boots and a belly baring cropped tank top, it was shear black and it was obvious she was wearing a red bra under it. She had a gold chain around her waist. She had a bellybutton ring which seemed totally at odds with her innocent looks otherwise. Her waist seemed impossibly small and her belly was flat. Those pants did not leave much of it to the imagination. All the black clothes emphasized her pale skin. Well she was not dressed innocently at all but she still had a look about her. She did not seem to belong. But it was that time of the evening. He took his attention off her and made his announcement.
She was too young to have this much trouble in her life she thought. Before she could dwell on it any more Dom got everyone's attention and called out for people who wanted to race to buy in now or never. Someone off Hector's team got in on it, plus Edwin and some other guy she did not know. They all coughed up the 5 grand with seemingly no qualms. Just as the racers were about to head off to find a place to race Torrie made her move. Dom watched her hitch up her pants some and head his way. It was one of the sexiest moves he had ever seen a woman do, especially sense the pants ended up just as low. She reached the group.
"Can I get in on this?"
All eyes were on her now and they all could not help but notice her. No one had noticed her but Dom till she spoke up. Hector laughed.
"Hey Dom," he said "seems the little lady thinks she can beat you!"
Damn, so Dom was driving.
Hector continued, "Whatchya driving sweetheart?"
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
Dom wanted to see how she would handle this. He was intrigued by the girl. He wondered about her. Since she had never raced in LA he wondered where she would have gotten any experience. He wondered if he would make a play for her. She was almost the exact opposite in looks from...Well he did not want to think about 'her' now. She was not really his type but she was pretty enough. Sexy, but innocent at the same time.
Oh man she was in over her head, big time. She did not know what made her think she could enter on a night when Dominic Torreto was racing. She knew her car could take them all but could she? She was so scared she was almost not able to come up with her usual witty, sarcastic comeback to Hector. She remembered herself as she pointed to her car, and with sarcasm she did not even bother to hide said,
"That, little man," she said, pointing at her car, "and it is going to leave tread marks all over your face!" She sneered at Hector.
Ouuuww, the whole crowd looked at Hector like "what are you going to do about it man are you going to take that?"
Edwin was laughing it up, "you going to take that man?" He laughed. He thought the girl was hot but too bitchy for his taste. Plus Dom had looked at her with interest and Edwin knew better. Well he would have to see where that went before he would even think about it. But Edwin was sure he had seen her before, around somewhere. He knew it. She had never raced before on the streets he didn't think but she had something to do with racing.
Hector was pissed off. That little bitch of a girl had made him look stupid. He did not appreciate it when he seemed to do that enough on his own. "You should find a man to cheer for sweetheart, don't want you to break a nail or get your hair all messed up. And race cars get pretty loud." Hector jeered at the girl, trying to intimidate her.
"Don't worry about it sweetheart," she replied, every word dripping with sarcasm. "You will be too far behind me to know if I break a nail. Considering the exhaust system I have on my car it is likely louder then over half the people here, yours included, I am use to it. Hope you like how the back of my car looks cause you are going to be seeing a lot of it." Hector was trying to think of a come back to that and about had one but Dom interrupted the exchange.
"Enough". When Dom spoke in that tone everyone listened. "What are you driving?"
Torrie answered "That 240sx over there," she pointed to her car, "The blue one."
Her car was a midnight blue Nissan 240sx with a slight chameleon cast to it. It looked kind of red and purple in certain lights. She had a decal of a chrome and black stallion on either side and the tail and dust from the hoofs trailed out like flames down the sides. She thought they were tasteful, not too flashy. She had 18 inch chrome rims on it. Those were flashy. She had dark blue 'tirefly' lights on the rims. She had a dark blue neon under body kit on the car and a dark blue neon license plate frame on the front and back ends. She had blue headlight lcds that made her lights glow dark blue when the headlights were not turned on. She had the windows tinted out so dark you could not see in the car at all. She had blackout tail lights. Her stereo was hot. She had a Kenwood cd player with three kicker subs and two high output kicker amps. All the interior speakers were Rockford Fosgate. She had a custom NOS system and she knew her car could move and rock. She had a hot shot exhaust system; Everything that could be ordered from Veilside had been, including the body kit and ground effects. It was one nice looking c14 Silva.
"Well," Dom said. "That is a nice looking car. But we all know that looks are not what is important in this business. What's under the hood?"
They all went over to look as Torrie opened the hood of her car. "Nice. Is that a silva?" Dom said when her engine was revealed. Jesse came over to look at it and confirmed it was in fact a silva. He checked it over and pronounced it able to take them all on, she was not out classed car wise. Dom was not sure she was not out classed as a driver but that was not for him to decide. Since he had never seen her around he did not know where she would have gotten much experience. No one got into the street racing world without Dom knowing who they were.
"Well if you have the money your in." Dom said. "The buy in on this race is 5 G's. I hope you know what your doing girl cause this is no Sunday drive. You are running with the big boys here. And you know what they say. If you can't run with the big dogs then stay on the porch."
"Um, that's the thing," Torrie almost stammered but managed to keep her voice steady, "I don't have the money, I want to put up the slip to my car. But I can drive and I can race." She added with more confidence. More then she felt as well, truth be told.
The crowd was in shock. Her car was worth about 25 G's. Dom asked her,
"Why would you put up this car to get into a 5 g buy in race?"
"Cause I have no money and this is my last shot. I need to take it." Torrie had a look in her eyes when she made that statement. A look Dom had seen in the mirror. It was desperation. He hated to see that look on such a young pretty girl. Even if he did not know her or what put that look there. But it was not for him to decide if she was doing this for the wrong reasons. If she needed money that bad and wanted in then he was going to take her car. He had no doubt that he would win and end up owning her car. The thought did not make him as happy as it should and he bit back the desire to tell her to forget this race and try one of the smaller ones later in the evening. He decided that it was her car and her decision. She seemed to have made it.
"Well," Dom replied, "The mad scientist here needs a new ride since his last one was shot up so I guess it is a cheap way to get him a new car! What do you think Jesse? Will it do?" Dom laughed at the stunned look on his teams faces. Brian looked horrified. He knew what happened when an amateur raced Dom for slips from firsthand experience. They ended up losing their cars.
The crowd cheered, this was going to be a race to remember. They all went back to their cars to hang out and wait for the announcement to come that they had a spot to race.
It was only about 15 minutes till Leon announced that the cops were all over a huge accident elsewhere and they were set to go. It felt more like a lifetime to Torrie. They all drove to the race spot and the people not racing blocked off all the other entrances to the road for the length of the race strip. They all pulled up to the line, everyone's stereo blaring a different tune then the others. Torrie turned on her nos system and glanced over at her left. There was Dominic Torreto making his last minute adjustments.
They waited at the line. Hector waited till all eyes were on him. He then gave the signal to go.
Chapter 1, The Idea.
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Torrie could not believe she was going to do this. It was crazy. Insane. Likely to backfire also came to mind...
She had to do something. She was broke. All she had left was her car and her parent's house. If she did not make some money she would end up living in her car. They would take the house from her. The people who thought she was a snob in high school would love that. Spoiled little rich Torrie broke and living in her car. She had never been a snob really but she was rich and spoiled. Or she had grown up that way. She could live in the store but she doubted the manager would like that very much. She did not want to think about what would happen if she lost tonight, if this plan did backfire. Then she would have no car and no house. She would likely end up making money illegally. She could not see anyone legit hiring her. No experience to speak of except for working on race cars. Not even legal ones. Plus there was that time she was caught boosting cars. Thank god that was when she was a minor and was sealed now. But people still knew about it. She had to take her mind off her troubles and get it on tonight's business. She rolled her head on her shoulders and tried to calm down. She tried to immerse herself in the song.
She pulled up to the meeting place for tonight's race. She pulled in and found a parking spot. All eyes were on her car...No one knew who was in the car since the windows were tinted out with 2.5% tint all around. She scanned the colleted cars and then she saw what she had dreaded. The Toretto team was here tonight. Please don't let Dom Toretto be racing for his team. She repeated it like a mantra through her head. She was toast if he was. She was so nervous. She killed her engine and turned on her headlight glows and under body neon kit. She went over her pre-race checklist. Everything was good to go at this point.
Everything was dark blue on her car. Her car was hot at least, and she looked like she belonged just sitting there. But she had no entourage with her. She was all alone. What an appropriate metaphor for her life. She put her head down on the steering wheel and tried not to cry. She was so nervous she nearly fired her car back up and took off. But what would she do? This was her last shot. May as well go out kicking and screaming. It was more her style then letting them come and take everything she had without a fight.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
She turned off her stereo and got out of her car. That song never failed to make her think and put her in the right place. One shot, one opportunity. That was her tonight. She looked around and saw the regulars in groups. Dom, Edwin, Hector, and some others she did not know right off hand formed the group of most interest to her. There were a lot of scanky race rat girls of course, all wearing next to nothing. The racers were entering the race now, everyone anteing up the money needed to enter the main event, the biggest race of the evening. She had no cash, that's why she was here, she really needed the money. She was going to put up the slip to her car. She had no choice. If she lost tonight a car was not much good to her anyway with no house, no money for insurance or gas.
Dom could not help but notice the girl who stepped out of the blue Nissan. She was new to the LA racing scene. He had never seen her before. She was tall and slender with waste length black hair and skin so pale it was translucent. She had huge green eyes, innocent eyes. She was beautiful, in a too beautiful to be a street racer chick kind of way. She did not have the street smart, tough enough look about her at all. She looked like she would belong on the runway of a fashion show more so then a race track. But she was dressed the part, he would give her that. She was not dressed like a model, she was dressed like a race girl but with some class. She was dressed in black hip hugger flair pants, a size too big for her so they rode incredibly low on her hips, exposing her thong underwear to the view of everyone. Red, her underwear was red. She was also wearing huge platform boots and a belly baring cropped tank top, it was shear black and it was obvious she was wearing a red bra under it. She had a gold chain around her waist. She had a bellybutton ring which seemed totally at odds with her innocent looks otherwise. Her waist seemed impossibly small and her belly was flat. Those pants did not leave much of it to the imagination. All the black clothes emphasized her pale skin. Well she was not dressed innocently at all but she still had a look about her. She did not seem to belong. But it was that time of the evening. He took his attention off her and made his announcement.
She was too young to have this much trouble in her life she thought. Before she could dwell on it any more Dom got everyone's attention and called out for people who wanted to race to buy in now or never. Someone off Hector's team got in on it, plus Edwin and some other guy she did not know. They all coughed up the 5 grand with seemingly no qualms. Just as the racers were about to head off to find a place to race Torrie made her move. Dom watched her hitch up her pants some and head his way. It was one of the sexiest moves he had ever seen a woman do, especially sense the pants ended up just as low. She reached the group.
"Can I get in on this?"
All eyes were on her now and they all could not help but notice her. No one had noticed her but Dom till she spoke up. Hector laughed.
"Hey Dom," he said "seems the little lady thinks she can beat you!"
Damn, so Dom was driving.
Hector continued, "Whatchya driving sweetheart?"
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
Dom wanted to see how she would handle this. He was intrigued by the girl. He wondered about her. Since she had never raced in LA he wondered where she would have gotten any experience. He wondered if he would make a play for her. She was almost the exact opposite in looks from...Well he did not want to think about 'her' now. She was not really his type but she was pretty enough. Sexy, but innocent at the same time.
Oh man she was in over her head, big time. She did not know what made her think she could enter on a night when Dominic Torreto was racing. She knew her car could take them all but could she? She was so scared she was almost not able to come up with her usual witty, sarcastic comeback to Hector. She remembered herself as she pointed to her car, and with sarcasm she did not even bother to hide said,
"That, little man," she said, pointing at her car, "and it is going to leave tread marks all over your face!" She sneered at Hector.
Ouuuww, the whole crowd looked at Hector like "what are you going to do about it man are you going to take that?"
Edwin was laughing it up, "you going to take that man?" He laughed. He thought the girl was hot but too bitchy for his taste. Plus Dom had looked at her with interest and Edwin knew better. Well he would have to see where that went before he would even think about it. But Edwin was sure he had seen her before, around somewhere. He knew it. She had never raced before on the streets he didn't think but she had something to do with racing.
Hector was pissed off. That little bitch of a girl had made him look stupid. He did not appreciate it when he seemed to do that enough on his own. "You should find a man to cheer for sweetheart, don't want you to break a nail or get your hair all messed up. And race cars get pretty loud." Hector jeered at the girl, trying to intimidate her.
"Don't worry about it sweetheart," she replied, every word dripping with sarcasm. "You will be too far behind me to know if I break a nail. Considering the exhaust system I have on my car it is likely louder then over half the people here, yours included, I am use to it. Hope you like how the back of my car looks cause you are going to be seeing a lot of it." Hector was trying to think of a come back to that and about had one but Dom interrupted the exchange.
"Enough". When Dom spoke in that tone everyone listened. "What are you driving?"
Torrie answered "That 240sx over there," she pointed to her car, "The blue one."
Her car was a midnight blue Nissan 240sx with a slight chameleon cast to it. It looked kind of red and purple in certain lights. She had a decal of a chrome and black stallion on either side and the tail and dust from the hoofs trailed out like flames down the sides. She thought they were tasteful, not too flashy. She had 18 inch chrome rims on it. Those were flashy. She had dark blue 'tirefly' lights on the rims. She had a dark blue neon under body kit on the car and a dark blue neon license plate frame on the front and back ends. She had blue headlight lcds that made her lights glow dark blue when the headlights were not turned on. She had the windows tinted out so dark you could not see in the car at all. She had blackout tail lights. Her stereo was hot. She had a Kenwood cd player with three kicker subs and two high output kicker amps. All the interior speakers were Rockford Fosgate. She had a custom NOS system and she knew her car could move and rock. She had a hot shot exhaust system; Everything that could be ordered from Veilside had been, including the body kit and ground effects. It was one nice looking c14 Silva.
"Well," Dom said. "That is a nice looking car. But we all know that looks are not what is important in this business. What's under the hood?"
They all went over to look as Torrie opened the hood of her car. "Nice. Is that a silva?" Dom said when her engine was revealed. Jesse came over to look at it and confirmed it was in fact a silva. He checked it over and pronounced it able to take them all on, she was not out classed car wise. Dom was not sure she was not out classed as a driver but that was not for him to decide. Since he had never seen her around he did not know where she would have gotten much experience. No one got into the street racing world without Dom knowing who they were.
"Well if you have the money your in." Dom said. "The buy in on this race is 5 G's. I hope you know what your doing girl cause this is no Sunday drive. You are running with the big boys here. And you know what they say. If you can't run with the big dogs then stay on the porch."
"Um, that's the thing," Torrie almost stammered but managed to keep her voice steady, "I don't have the money, I want to put up the slip to my car. But I can drive and I can race." She added with more confidence. More then she felt as well, truth be told.
The crowd was in shock. Her car was worth about 25 G's. Dom asked her,
"Why would you put up this car to get into a 5 g buy in race?"
"Cause I have no money and this is my last shot. I need to take it." Torrie had a look in her eyes when she made that statement. A look Dom had seen in the mirror. It was desperation. He hated to see that look on such a young pretty girl. Even if he did not know her or what put that look there. But it was not for him to decide if she was doing this for the wrong reasons. If she needed money that bad and wanted in then he was going to take her car. He had no doubt that he would win and end up owning her car. The thought did not make him as happy as it should and he bit back the desire to tell her to forget this race and try one of the smaller ones later in the evening. He decided that it was her car and her decision. She seemed to have made it.
"Well," Dom replied, "The mad scientist here needs a new ride since his last one was shot up so I guess it is a cheap way to get him a new car! What do you think Jesse? Will it do?" Dom laughed at the stunned look on his teams faces. Brian looked horrified. He knew what happened when an amateur raced Dom for slips from firsthand experience. They ended up losing their cars.
The crowd cheered, this was going to be a race to remember. They all went back to their cars to hang out and wait for the announcement to come that they had a spot to race.
It was only about 15 minutes till Leon announced that the cops were all over a huge accident elsewhere and they were set to go. It felt more like a lifetime to Torrie. They all drove to the race spot and the people not racing blocked off all the other entrances to the road for the length of the race strip. They all pulled up to the line, everyone's stereo blaring a different tune then the others. Torrie turned on her nos system and glanced over at her left. There was Dominic Torreto making his last minute adjustments.
They waited at the line. Hector waited till all eyes were on him. He then gave the signal to go.