It was Friday night, a hot spot in La's under slum, the faint bass of music could be heard, a hum the sounded so right, replacing the sound of crickets were engines roaring in the distance. Nikky could smell the sweat and oil of money. There was money being made around every corner. The street races she thought. The night's heat was nothing compared to her heat, her passion in racing. She was of course, the best. But that was all behind her now. As she stepped out of her tricked out, dark blue Supra her long brown hair blew in the small gust of wind. She looked at her new house, her new life and shuttered. The house was 3 stories 4 bedrooms and as expensive as they get, the only reason she could afford it was to have roommates and that she did. She started to carry her bags in the house, and as she stepped back outside she saw a Toyota pull up. One of her other roommates, she had two, plus one on the way. She felt faint all of the sudden and pressed her hand gently on her stomach. Calm down, she thought to herself as she hiked back to her car. Her two roommates were just kids compared to her, one hadn't even finished high school.
So here I am, she thought. I made it here V. After caring her bags into the house she decided to make conversation. She had picked out her roommates very carefully doing extensive background checks and even hiring a Private I. She knew everything about them. Erica, 17, runaway, Stole her mom's car one night after getting into a fight and knocking her out. Drove through 3 states all night long until she got to Kansas. She started racing to make ends meet until she could get here, to La. She had naturally brown hair but dyed it red, she weighed 170 and was 5'6. Jaki, 16, abandoned. She came home one day to a note and an empty house, She then drove to the nearest bar got shit faced and met Erica in Kansas. Yeah they knew each other, they grew up together spent 2 years in Lima together and never looked back. Black hair, weighed 174 and was 5'8. Jaki was still unpacking when Nikky found her.
"I heard some races, maybe I could get into some. " Jaki said with a smile on her face. She was the mediator. Never picked sides, never fought, Don't get her wrong she didn't want world peace or anything, she just thought the world fought enough. She'd always try to put a smile on your face even in the worst of times. Nikky shrugged as she went for a little knickknack on Jaki's dresser. A shell that had an arrow on it saying clambake and pointing to thin air. Nikky smiled lightly.
"When's Erica getting here? Nikky asked still playing with the shell.
Just then a door slammed. Jaki and Nikky went downstairs. "Fucking bitches!" Erica muttered. She was the hothead got it from her dad, 3 bar fights and 2 assault charges later she still didn't know when to walk away. She lived by the street and only by the street.
"Can you believe this shit, those girls really wanna get the shit knocked outta them."
Jaki laughed and Nikky smiled she had to. Erica was the comic relief, if she didn't beat the shit outta you she had you on the ground laughing. Nikky's stomach growled.
"I'm going out to get something to eat. Who wants to come?" Jaki raised her hand and Erica started to laugh.
"This ain't Kindergarten Jaki. You don't have to raise you hand."
Nikky could tell that as much as Erica joked around with Jaki., Erica felt responsible for her. Like another mother or maybe an older sister.
"What about you Erica?" Jaki asked.
"Nah I'm going to stay here and unpack." She dug through her bag and brought out a pack of Newports. "See ya'll later." She said lighting a one up.
Nikky knew where to go to get something to eat, her and V talked about La all the time, about the street races, the good food, the cars. They planned on getting a garage and tricking cars out. Nikky sighed and Erica and Jaki knew who she was thinking about.
"Come on Nikky lets go." Jaki said trying to wedge herself between Nikky and her thoughts and Nikky thanked her for it..
