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Braelyn you'll find out what Kyra did soon. I've already figured out how, but I'm not sure when to tell it.
Scottish lass2, Carlos is Kyra's brother. Damon isn't just a guy, cause somewhere later in the story he's becoming kinda important. I'm not telling you how, but he will be.

Chapter Three

I walked to the house across the street. It didn't seem much different than the other houses , same style and stuff. The only thing that was different about this one was that four racecars were parked in front of it. All special in their own way and all a different color. I liked them a lot, but the red one was my favorite. It was a Toyota Supra Turbo. I ran my fingers over the hood, sighing at the touch of the car under my fingertips. I'd kill for a ride like this.

"Angel Eyes, common, we hungry!"

Carlos stood at the side of the house, looking at me. He gave me a smile when I looked up, hesitated for a second, then walked up to him.

"Like it, huh?"

"Hell yeah, she's a beast! I sure as hell need to get myself a set of wheels soon." I smiled while Carlos threw an arm around my shoulder and walked to the back of the house.

Six people were sitting at a pick-knick table, laughing and talking. At the head of the table sat a huge, bald and most of all muscular guy. Further there were two girls and three other guys sitting. When the first guy saw us, he smiled.

"It's about time."

His voice was low and deep out of his throat. It was scary, but still very sexy.

"Guys, this is my baby sister Kyra." I smiled at all the faces coming up and greeting me with a smile. And then I saw him. His eyes were so beautiful. Somehow he came really familiar to me.

"Kyra, these are Dominic, Mia, Jesse, Letty, Vince and Leon."

"And now that we know each other, it's time to eat, cause I'm starving!" The guy named Jesse said and he reached out for chicken.

"And because you reached out first for the chicken, it's your time to say grace." Dominic said to Jesse.

He sighed and quickly said a prayer to the car God. Carlos and I sat down at the end of the table. Dinner was very nice, considering it was my first real meal after the stuff I got for the last three years and everyone was laughing and smiling. Carlos told me about stuff that happened and I just kept on laughing. But somehow I felt that Leon kept on looking at me, his eyes were burned on my face. I looked up at him and he kept his look focused on my eyes. Then he smiled and shook his head. Now that I saw his face better I knew for sure that I knew him. I just couldn't deal with the fact that I didn't knew from what, so I could only think of one thing: I needed a cigarette. It always helped me to focus my mind on stuff. Doctors first thought I had ADD but when the tests came back, and showed that it wasn't ADD, they didn't know what it could be else. But when I started smoking, my mind would come back to earth and I could think clear, it really calmed me down. I felt in my pockets for one, but found out I left them one the table.

"Be right back." I said, stood up and walked back home. When I got my cigarettes, and walked out of the door I sat a while in the rocking chair. With the nicotine entering my body, I felt calm. Now I could think clear, but it didn't matter. Leon's face didn't pop up in some memory.

I walked back to Carlos, who was now playing a game of basketball with the guys. When he saw me walking up, he called for me to come.

"We're one man short. Wanna play?"

"You guys sure you can keep up with my game?" They all laughed.

"You ready to get your ass whooped?" Leon said, looking at me.

"Says the guy who's gonna loose." I threw my cigarette away.

"Okay, it's you, Jesse and Letty against me, Leon and your brother." Dom said. I nodded and quickly added "You're white, so take those shirts off."

"You just had to ask for me to take my shirt off, you know." Leon said and he stuck his tongue out.

"Let's see if you still have this attitude when I'm done with ya."

We started to play, and Jesse, Letty and I were winning with ease. The score was 18-12 so we needed just one three-pointer.

"Dom, you're the big guy, defend her!" Leon said as Jesse threw the ball at me.

"What's the matter, you afraid of losing?" I said and smiled at him. I faked the ball to the hoop and threw the ball over to Letty, who threw the ball right over Leon, scoring a three-pointer.

"Oops." I gave Leon an innocent face and laughed.

"How did she…?" Were the only words Leon said while looking like he just saw a miracle.

"Carlos, perhaps it's an idea to tell us next time that your sister can play ball." Dominic said looking at Carlos. He was looking stunned too.

"Dawg, if I knew she could play ball like that, I would. Angel Eyes, where did you learn that?"

"I told ya three years is a long time!"

"Hey guys, I rent a movie." Vince came walking up the lane.

"Which one?" Jesse said, sitting down on the ground.

"The 51st State with Samuel L. Jackson."

"Dom, I'm gonna take a shower." Letty looked at Dominic while she slowly walked to the backdoor.

"Guys, I'm needed."

He got a big smile on his face and walked over to Letty. He picked her up and they went inside.

"Guys, feel for a game of Need For Speed Underground?" Jesse asked. My brother and Vince nodded and they walked inside too. That left me and Leon outside.

"You going in too?" He asked, looking at me following every curve of my body.

Wrong move, I don't like bein' watched. Especially not by someone who I don't know.

"Naw got something else." I looked him straight in the eyes, then turned around and walked back home.

"Where's Kyra?" Carlos asked to Leon as he came walking in.

"Dawg, she's mysterious. Said she got something else when I asked her if she came inside too." Leon looked at Carlos, like he was expecting an answer.

"Don't give me that look! Can't help she didn't feel like comin' in." Carlos went back in his game.

When I came home, I went upstairs to change. Then I went downstairs again, got myself a cold beer and sat down in the rocking chair to think. Think about what I was going to do now that I found a place to stay. I probably should get a job or something. Yeah, I should get a job.

Yugh, work. I hate work. Makes you tired for a shitty salary.

True, but I can't go and spent money. I've got enough, but think about it. If Carlos finds out I still have the money from all the stuff from New York… he'll go mad. And I need clothes too. Just found out I haven't got much clothes here.

Shopping, that sounds more like it!

Yeah, so my list for tomorrow: shopping and getting a job. I can live with that.