Chapter 3
The races were that night, and the house was in a frenzy with everyone trying yo get ready. Tiffany was fighting over the bathroom with Mia.
"OMG! Your hairs perfect! You don't need to fix your makeup! Your shirt looks beautiful on you! So get out and let me get ready" T shouted aggravatedly at Mia.
"Fine" said Mia as she went downstairs.
Tiffany wanted to look good because Tej was gonna let her start the races. He usually let his skank-of-the-week start but tonight he let her.
So 30 minutes later they were all in the cars and drove off. They got ot the street Jimmy secluded off to see that it was packed. The race was gonna start in 5 minutes so Jermaine and Tiffany got outta of Romes car because he was gonna race with Suki, Rome, Dom, and Brian. They went to go look for Tej and found him by some girls ugly car.
" Listen I need to talk to my brother, so scram hood rat." said Jermaine rudely.
"What" the girlsaid.
"You heard him go ssomewhere else because youre not wanted here anymore, Ok" said T.
"Listen, Bitch" started the girl but Tej cut her off.
"Whoa dont mess with this girl, shes crazy as hell. Go over there and I'll be wit you after the race." said Tej while pushing her away. After she was gone, he turned to Tiff and Jermaine.
"So wassup bra? What you needed to talk about" said Tej while looking whistfully at the girl.
"Well, me and Tiff was wonderin if you could tell us about this Dom person. He's not very straight wit B, dontcha think" said Jermaine.
"Listen all I know is something happened between him and Doms sister and he blew his cover, got fired, and resigned. Then he came to Miami and thats when I met him. He was always nice and he never backstabbed any of us. So hes alrgiht and thats all y'all need to know. Now stop being nosy and you" he said pointing to Tiff "come with me to start the race."
Tiffanny gave Jermaine a quick kiss and left after Tej. The race ended with Brian winning ( as usual) and afterwards everyoe went home.
a/n: Sorry the chap wasnt longer but I'm REALLLLLLLLLLL busy...
