A/N: And now for the chapter that y'all have all been waiting for. This is the second time this chapter was posted. The first posting was very...well blah! I had to do some editing.

Chapter Five

Jazz woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. She groaned as she rolled out of bed, literally. Once she reached her feet, she shoved a hand through her hair and glanced around the room. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, but after seeing jerseys scattered along the floor, she figured that she was in Leon's room. Jazz adjusted her top and pulled her blonde hair into a messy pony tail before exiting the room in search of Leon. As she took the steps that lead to the living room, she heard Leon talking to someone.

"I thought her name was Sonja," a male asked.

"It is," Leon replied. "Her middle name is Jazzmine so she just goes by Jazz."

"Why?"

There was a pause. Jazz leaned against the wall so that the men speaking would not be able to see her.

"When she was 17, things kind of crumbled for Jazz. I guess at that time she felt like she needed a new life, and with that new life she needed a new identity. Sonja couldn't exist anymore."

There was yet another pause.

Anger began to seep into Jazz's veins. The thought of Leon discussing her past, what she had tried so hard to get past, so openly with anyone angered her beyond any comprehension. She pushed herself from the wall and up the stairs.

"Hey Jazz," Leon said as she entered the room.

Jazz glared at him and headed straight for the door.

"What's wrong?" Leon asked, following her.

Jazz continued to ignore him as she walked toward the door. Leon placed a hand on her arm and pulled her toward him.

"Jazz, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer this time.

"You know damn well what's wrong, Leon! I don't go around discussing your past with everyone, but yet you decided to just spill everything about my past," she whispered glancing over at the other man in the room every now and then.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know that it would make you mad. I figured that, well, since it was the past that you were over it."

"Never make assumptions, Le," she replied. "90 of the time they're never right."

Jazz slipped out of Leon's grasp and walked out of the house.

"Jazz, I'm sorry, really," he called after her.

"Jazz!" Leon shouted when she continued to walk to her car.

"Let me talk to her," the person he had been talking to said.

Leon attempted to argue, but the person was already out of the door.

'Way to go jackass,' he thought as he walked over to the couch.

"Sonja, stop," a male voice called out.

Jazz stopped dead in her tracks. No one had called her Sonja in years. A shiver ran up her spine as memories become to flood back into her brain.

'Just get in the car,' she told herself, but for some reason her body wouldn't comply.

"I asked Leon about you, so don't be mad at him. Be mad at me."

"Be mad at you?" she asked. "I don't even know you." Jazz reached for the door handle on her car.

"Well let's fix that now," the man said as he approached her.

Jazz turned around and faced the man, who was now only a couple of feet in front of her. She quirked an eyebrow at him and placed her hands on her hips.

"And just how are we going to do that?"

The man smirked and looked down at her.

"Well, like this. My name is Dominic Toretto, but you can call me Dom. I own a garage and restaurant that I operate with my sister and best friends. I am the king of street racing, and I'm going to kiss you."

Before Jazz could say anything, Dom's lips were placed firmly against her own and she felt herself kissing back.