She's Bonnie, I'm Clyde.

Chapter One - First Race Night.

"I just don't want to go Manda and that's final." Nyssa Williams informed her cousin as they sat in Manda's bedroom.

"But it'll be fun Nyssa; you'll meet lots of great people. Lots of hot guys will be there and nice cars too." Manda had no idea why her cousin never wanted to do anything fun.

"But Manda I don't know anyone at races, not even your friends that you go to these things with."

"You'll meet people there."

Nyssa had no idea why she bothered fighting her cousin on this one. Manda always won. She would end up going with her and having a horrible time. Every time she gave into Manda she ended up wishing she would have stood her ground. She was just not outgoing enough to fit in at this sort of thing. Manda had been trying to get her to go to a race night at this old warehouse for months. But all the girls wore next to nothing and most were there to try to pick up the winners.

They wanted to be prizes for winning racers. The idea of being like a trophy to some oversexed teenage male who thought he was the next Dale Ernharte Jr. made Nyssa sick. It was just not her style. She loved cars and racing but not the subculture of street racing.

"But Manda, I won't fit in. You know this."

"Nyssa, you will fit in if you try. If you just hang out around the fringes looking mad of course you won't fit in." Manda stood staring her cousin down with her hands on her hips. Nyssa sighed in defeat.

"I have nothing to wear Manda."

"You'll borrow something of mine."

"Fine. Let's get ready." Nyssa could see she had not a chance in hell of getting her cousin to give up. Plus if she refused she would be stuck at home alone all night because Manda would go without her. Her cousin could often be selfish in the extreme.

Manda dressed her cousin in tight leather pants in a kind of silver colour that set of Nyssa's tan. Then she put her in a white bra with a sheer electric blue tank over it. Nyssa had her own boots. They had a big chunky heal and sole, and buckles the whole way up to her knee from her ankle. Nyssa's style ran more to the funky then the extreme. Like she would wear the pants no problem but she would rather have a tank top or wife-beater then this shear thing pretending to be a top Manda made her wear. It made Nyssa feel like she was too on display, too much of a spectacle. She hated to stand out, she'd rather blend in.

Manda made her leave her hair down, another issue Nyssa would have fought her on if she thought she had a chance of winning. Her hair was over half way down her back and curly. The color she was told was black cherry. It was her natural hair colour, not enhanced in any way, much as people tended to insist she was lying when she told them that. It was basically dark red to Nyssa, she didn't see it as a big deal.

Both girls were tallish at five foot seven. They had the same type figure but Manda was naturally slim while Nyssa was not, she had to work for her shape and as such was quite muscular. As if the clothes and hair were not enough, Manda made her wear makeup. Nyssa was not even allowed to put it on herself. Manda did it for her.

When Manda was done Nyssa hardly knew herself in the mirror. The black eyeliner made her violet eyes look huge. Her eyes were such a strange color. She thought they were her best feature. They were a deep purple. Her skin was darker then Manda's but it was not all tan. She had some Latin background on her mother's side of the family. She was the exact opposite from her cousin in coloring.

Manda was blonde; blue eyed, and tanned dark on top of her naturally fair skin. The tan suited her. She was from the valley after all. She wore similar clothes to those she had picked out for Nyssa.

They headed down the stairs to wait for Manda's friend Evan to come get them. Manda was crushing on this guy but he was not very nice in Nyssa's book and he treated her cousin like crap.

Evan pulled up and honked out front. They ran out and got into his car.

"Wow, you girls look smokin. Some guy is gonna be very happy tonight." Evan leared at Manda, before turning his gaze to Nyssa in the rearview mirror.Nyssa barely managed to bite her tongue and not tell him off. She was not going to act like eye candy. She would go and try to have a good time seeing all these cars but she was not going to fuck some guy just because he won a car race.

She would rather have taken her own car but Manda had said no when Nyssa had brought it up. She said that it was better to just go because if cops came Evan had a better chance of getting away then they would.

She was right.

Nyssa had no idea how to race. She had a race car her brother had left her when he died. He had been a cop and was killed in the line of duty, in a drug bust gone wrong. He had let her help him build the car and she had loved every second. So in his will her brother had left the car to her, saying he knew she would take good care of it.

She brought herself back to the present. They had arrived in a warehouse district while she had been lost in her own world. She had no idea where they were or how she'd gotten there.

There were people everywhere. The sights were overwhelming. Flashing lights, revving cars, people of various races in groups standing talking and laughing. Girls were flirting with guys everywhere, and wearing even less then Nyssa. Nyssa was wearing a lot compared to a lot of the girls around. There was a tall, muscular guy with a shaved head holding court in the middle of the prettiest girls until some other pretty, dark girl scared them all off with one of the best lines Nyssa had ever heard.

"I smell sniff sniff skanks. Why don't you girls pack it in before I leave tread marks on your faces?" This girl was dressed similar to Nyssa. Since this dark girl was clearly something of an authority figure around the scene Nyssa figured maybe the way she was dressed was not skanky for the racing world. The thought made her smile.

The guy who'd been on the receiving end of the admonishment was clearly not impressed and the look he gave the girl would have made Nyssa run the other way. But all he said was, "Letty, I was just talkin."

This Letty girl obviously did not believe him but it seemed like it must be status quo for them because he just moved on and organized the first race. Two guys paid their money and they were about to race when a gorgeous blonde guy put up the slip to his car.

Nyssa was being filled in by Manda. Manda told her they guy was Dominic Toretto and Letty, the girl, had every reason to chase the skanks off because Dom had likely already slept with half of them. Even Manda did not know the blonde dude.

The four men raced and Dominic Toretto won. Dom always won Manda told her. The other guy who lost his car took the ribbing from the crowd good humouredly. They were about to organize another race when there was a call from a man in a yellow Nissan Skyline.

"Cops! We got Cops! Go! Go! Go!"

Everyone ran for their cars. She was running toward Evan's car when she saw it take off, Manda in the front seat, looking terrified. Those asses took off without her! Now what? She wondered what would happen if the cops picked her up. Was street racing a misdemeanor or a felony? They would either keep her overnight or take her home to her step dad, who would flip out, she guessed.

There was no need to guess what would happen if she got taken home by the cops. She knew what would happen if she got taken home to him dressed like she was.

Since it was a weekday night her step dad was likely drinking off the stress of work and she would become a moving target. She was either going to have to kick the crap out of the guy or let him hit her. She was to the point of not caring in a lot of ways, if that happened. She figured the shit would hit the fan sooner or later. So who really cared if the cops brought her home and that happened tonight or some other night?