THE UB 2 chapter 3
"Look who it is, I'll be damned." Hector greeted Jordan with a hug.
"Wassup boy?" Jordan grinned, happy to see him and the fact that he didn't blink twice at her appearance. She took in a breath of the fresh grassy smell and looked at the campgrounds happily.
"How ya doin, Kid?" He hugged her tightly.
"Better." She smiled as Dominic can out of his trailer. He threw on his DT shirt over his white wife beater and started up the grill as Jordan stared at him, in love.
"Good, good. We been missin our corona Barbie around the races." Hector grinned, making Jordan blush happily. He sat down on the picnic table that was in the middle of the trailers they had all pulled in, almost circle style. "What ya cookin, Holmes?" He asked, making Jordan giggle. Brian came out of his trailer wearing his lucky West coast choppers t-shirt.
"Hey sis." He grinned, kissing the top of her head.
"Hey Bri." She said, looking for Tiffany to come out behind him. She then noticed Tempest was missing too. "Where's thing one and thing two?" She asked as Dominic sat down beside her.
"Probably out pulling off some drug deal." Ice walked up, surprising them all. Jordan jumped up and ran to him, hugging him.
"When did you get here?" Jordan asked, happy to see him.
"Just now, beautiful." Ice replied, kissing her cheek.
"So, really, where's the girls? No jokes, either." Jordan asked.
"Oh, you thought I was playin. Ok." Ice grinned as he sat down and shrugged, his hat backwards and a toothpick in his mouth. He looked at a sleepy looking Roman and Brian. "Still naïve, eh?" He asked in a low voice to them. They all laughed.
"Yup." Brian smiled at his sister innocently as she smiled back from a distance, checking her makeup.
"No telling what T and T are up to right now. I know why they named dynamite T and T. It was after them." Roman stretched and yawned.
"Tell jokes after you've woke up, Bro." Brian suggested, shaking his head.
"So, Arizona, can she really not ride with me?" Dominic asked, taking a drink of Corona as he stared at his girl.
"Nope, she can't." Brian said, watching her limp slightly as she went to the trailer.
"I'm sendin her to you if she asks." Dominic held up his hands.
"Can't tell her no, huh?" Brian playfully punched his friend.
"Nope, she's my girl and I can't resist those big blue eyes. No resistance." Dominic admitted easily, making them all laugh.
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"This is gonna be too easy." Tempest laughed as they cruised the strip of the nearest town to race wars.
"You can say that again." Tiffany grinned, adjusting her thick-framed 'prescription' glasses. She was dressed in a pleated skirt, a polo shirt, and had a cardigan sweater tied over her neck. She had on some Mary Jane shoes that looked more like clogs. Her intention was to look prudish, uptight, and nerdy. They both busted up laughing. Tempest turned up the radio as "I'ma Playa" came on by Tech-9. They were cruising to look for a 'victim' to school.
"You look hot." Tempest laughed playfully at her nerdy friend, sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"Yeah, so do you, miss I'm so innocent." Tiffany shook her head, looking at Tempest's attire. She was dressed in a ritzy dress shirt that buttoned up and some stylish capris that had matching stilettos, not her usual race attire. She too, had a sweater but it was tied around her waist. Tempest pulled up to a guy in a Maxima, flashing him a smile. He grinned, his hand resting on the stick shift and revving the engine.
"You sure you know how to handle that car? Looks like too much power for a rich girl like you." The guy said sleazily.
"Wanna see how I handle it? We're lost, trying to find our way to race fights...I mean, race wars." Tempest said, playing dumb and twirling her newly dyed blonde hair, making the guy laugh.
"Follow me." He nodded confidently.
"Damn, not even five minutes." Tiffany grinned, tightening her ponytail and again pushing up her glasses.
"How do you want to lose your money, sweet cheeks?" They guy asked as they were parked side by side in a parking lot he had pulled over in.
"I got 5000 that says you can't beat me." Tempest smiled, still twirling her hair and now chewing her gum annoyingly.
"Temp! That's all our money! We can't do that." Tiffany whispered in shock, just loud enough for the guy to hear, making him grin.
"It's no prob. I am sure she can call daddy to get her more. I bet I can take her money easily." The guy shook Tempest's hand.
"I'll win and save ya the trouble." Tempest smiled smartly, her anger at his obnoxiousness dwelling deep inside. He laughed and gave her a pfft.
"You haven't raced enough. Are you sure about this?" Tiffany asked, again loud enough for hi to hear as they got into her car. They lined up and took off on the guy's count. Tempest let him take the lead for the first few seconds. On the return trip, she passed him, waving as she cruised easily past him, making his mouth drop.
"I warned you." Tempest winked at him and made a gun with her hand. "Later, playboy." She grinned.
"Oh, so now you got your money and you wanna run?" The guy asked, making it obvious to look Tiffany up and down. Tiffany smiled and shifted uncomfortably while adjusting her glasses.
"You think you want a rematch? Boys just don't learn the first time, do they, Tiff?" Tempest asked, shaking her head.
"Tiff, huh? I got another 5000 to put up against yours to say I can race her. How about it, Tiff?" He asked, licking his lips.
"She don't race. Why you want to race her?" Tempest pretended to be defensive of her friend while Tiffany played up the innocence.
"I'll race him." She said suddenly, making the guy smile even bigger than he already was.
"Same stretch, beautiful." He nodded, his voice full of confidence.
"Ok." Tiffany took a deep breath to show she was 'nervous'. "Give me a minute." She requested.
"Take all the time you need." The guy grinned. "It still won't help." He muttered as he turned his back and showed Tempest the money. She stood stiffly, her arms folded, obviously not to happy at the fact of him convincing Tiff to race him. Or so he thought.
"Ok, I can do this." Tiffany said, pretending to wipe sweat from her forehead. Tempest covered her mouth with one hand, her arms still folded across her chest to cover up her smile. She shook her head and got in the passenger side, buckling the seat belt.
"You do a hella job actin." Tempest laughed as Tiffany passed the guy on the first stretch, not even giving him time to take the lead like Tempest had done. Tiffany hit her brakes and parked, waiting for him to come back. She took off her glasses and shook out her ponytail as well.
Tempest unbuttoned the shirt to reveal a black leather sports bra with crisscrosses on it that matched the flared jeans she was already wearing. Tiffany took off the sweater and tossed it in the back seat and the two girls steeped out of the car at the same time.
"You cheated!" The guy accused, seeing them now looking like 'racers'.
"Where's my money?" Tiffany asked taking a deep breath and running her tongue over her teeth in irritation.
"You're..." he protested, holding up his hand.
"Racers? Yeah, maybe. Shouldn't judge a book by its cover." Tempest smiled and winked at him, shrugging.
"Here's your damn money." They guy slammed the roll angrily into Tiffany's hand.
"Uh-uh. Take it back and do it the right way." Tiffany said, holding out the roll for him to take back. He looked at her and then Tempest in utter and complete disbelief at her order.
"I know you're not deaf and I'm bettin that you want to keep those teeth of yours. Am I right?" Tempest asked, one eyebrow cocked. She was ready to pounce. He took back the roll of money and handed it back to Tiffany nicer the second time.
"And that's how to school a fool." Tiffany laughed as they racer out of the parking lot in laughter.
"Ten thousand on 2 races and no NOS is good for an hour." Tempest grinned wickedly.
