A/N: We can thank quarantine for this trilogy. Not three chapters but three fics all related, this is part one. I hope it hits you with nostalgia of HS(the best drug) and gives you some kind of break from this pandemic.

Please stay inside and stay safe.

I do a bit of time jumping so don't be startled.

Music Inspo: Best Coast-Boyfriend

Haim-Don't Save Me

Khalid-Young Dumb & Broke

Iyla-Juice

Updates every Saturday (Youtuber voice)

Disclaimer: I do not own this franchise nor these characters. This is strictly free fun.

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Back then: High School

Chapter One- Spark

He pulled into the car park on the first day of his junior year.

Mia was in the front seat trying to keep her breakfast down. A bundle of nerves as she usually was, complete opposite of Dom.

"Kid, you're going to be fine." Dom said. He shoved his wallet and sunglasses into his pocket while keeping a careful eye on her.

"Anybody messes with you, tell them you're my sister. Or better yet, come and find me."

Mia's frown was deep and firm when she got out of the car, slamming the door in her wake.

"I'm not gonna be that loser that runs and tells her big brother." she said before busting into a powerwalk toward the freshman wing.

Dom scuffed. Those teen hormones were starting to seep from Mia, more than he liked and it was really starting to get under his skin.

He brushed it off and grabbed his bag from the back seat. He knew his sister was a sweetheart and the attitude and rebellion were just a teenage phase. In fact, he dated a lot of girls going through that phase.

Speaking of rebellious teenage girls, Loren Tran waved at him from across the parking lot. She was sitting on the trunk of Johnny's car. She and her brother were surrounded by the rest of their friends, killing time and catching up before the first bell.

"There's my quarterback," she cooed when he was in arm's length. She leapt off the car and into his arms. That was probably the only thing she liked about him but he couldn't fault her because her unmatched beauty was the only thing he liked about her. Quid-pro-quo. It was only fair he dated the most beautiful girl in school.

"How was your summer?" Vince said from the trunk of his own car.

Dom shrugged, "Pretty chill, nothing to report. Florida ain't too bad."

Loren hugged at his left shoulder and said, "We missed you in these parts all summer baby."

Dom tilted down and kissed her lips, he smelled her sweet perfume and reveled in her low moan, all the while ignoring the protest of their friends.

"Get a room," he heard Suki yell. When they pulled apart, Loren chuckled and went to Suki's side to touch up her smudged lip gloss. The two cheerleaders primped in their compact mirrors while Dom told them about the football camp, he was able to attend in Florida over the summer.

Roman slapped Dom's shoulder and said, "Maaaann. No amount of skills will make me give up a summer with girls for a summer with guys."

"That's why you smell like second string," Dom said. The group mocked Roman with laughter to which he waved them off.

"You better show up all those skills you learned this season," Johnny said, to which they all murmured in agreement.

Dom propped the collar of his letterman's jacket and said, "You know it. This season, we destroy."

The jocks chanted, Roman even going as far to howl as per their school's mascot, a wolf.

Dom laughed with his friends, he knew this was going to be a different year. He had his father and guidance counselor barking about how important junior year is. That he needed to start thinking about university and AP classes and entrance essays but—that all paled in comparison to these moments.

Suki was putting her mirror back in her messenger bag when she said, "I heard Mr. Verone got a divorce over the summer. Like he could be any more of a tyrant?"

Loren rolled her eyes with a grunt, "I cannot sit through that man's math class again." Dom twisted his lips sympathetically, he knew the woes of being in Verone's class. They had almost had a fist fight his Sophomore year.

"He couldn't drive into a ditch?" Suki said, making the others laugh.

"Anyway," Loren perked up with a bright smile, "What are we doing Friday night?"

Dom fell silent. He already had plans.

"I'm down for whatever," Roman said. "Just no bowling. I'm banned for life."

Dom scratched his head and looked at Roman. He wanted to know more about that but Loren spoke before he could press.

"We need to celebrate Dom's return…junior year, all of it."

Dom and Vince's eyes met briefly saying all that had to be said. Neither wanted to invite the gang to the street race he had secretly been frequenting.

Thankfully, the first bell sounded through the car park, alerting the group of juniors to get to homeroom. All talk about Friday night had been replaced with talk of homeroom and class schedules. Dom couldn't be bothered by any of it.

He was soaking it all up: the slamming of lockers, squeak of sneakers and busy shuffling of high schoolers. They all looked like they were on a mission but in reality, they hadn't had a clue.

As he and his friends made their way down the hall, Loren at his right, Vince on his left; his letter man jacket flapping against him, he felt like a young god.

Letty hated high school. She groaned in the backseat of her mother's car as she pulled up to Seal Armstrong High School. She knew she wouldn't fit in. She had never did. She had all but begged her mother to homeschool her but Mimi Ortiz just didn't have the time with her managerial position at the bank.

"Not today Letty. I'm going to be late," Mimi scolded.

Her habit of questioning authority and her mission to disrupt the status quo always left her friendless and on the outs with teachers. The move to East L.A had been an opportunity to start fresh but Letty wasn't interested. Back in middle school, she realized if she spoke a certain way, and dressed a certain way she could be accepted. But there was no fun in that.

"That's enough Leticia, you have to take the bus home. I'm working late." That pulled out another groan from Letty as she sluggishly pulled herself out the back seat.

Her mother sped off and Letty crossed her arms as she watched the car disappear.

She now stood on the steps of the freshman block in her worn, flame printed boots, cargo pants and a black hoodie; that hid an orange crop top from her mom. Every instinct told her to bolt, she would start tomorrow when some of her anxiety had subsided but she knew the school would call her mother and she was just getting off a grounding. The only thing that gave her some semblance of security was the brunette sitting on the steps looking as enthusiastic as she was.

Letty usually wouldn't approach someone like her-that is, girly and well put together- but her misery wanted the company. The brunette looked like she said please and thank you...and shaved her legs twice a week. Not usually the crowd Letty rolled with but their scowls matched.

"You don't want to be here either?" Letty said, breaking the ice.

The girl looked up from her pouting and nodded with a small smile.

"You could say that again." she said.

"I'm Letty," She sat next to the girl.

"Mia," she said, now smiling.

"What do you say, we survive the day together?"

Mia tilted her body to look at Letty on the steps, taking her in. From her messy hair to her old boots to the temporary skull tattoo on her wrist. It was usually met with a grimace but this time, it was met with a warm smile.

"Deal," Mia said.

She might not be half bad Letty thought. They began comparing schedules, happy that they had five classes together and the same homeroom.

The first bell rang out, almost like it was sealing their friendship. They got up from the steps and burst through the doors with a confidence only companionship could provide.

"I like your boots," Mia said, before their voices drowned in the sea of the freshman hallway.

Dom pushed away the tray and laid the car magazine flat against the table. Johnny's eyes were fixed on the folder in front of him.

Dom and Johnny had lunch together, neither were interested in the trays of cold mac and cheese and cream corn. Johnny was already reading through the outline of an end of year project for Biology.

Dom found it amusing he was so quick to play tough guy role when he was scared shitless of his strict parents.

"You hear Roman got detention already?" Johnny said.

Dom whistled. "That has got to me a new record. First day, before lunch."

Johnny snickered. "The guy is talented, what can I say?"

"He gonna be out in time for practice? He does not want to piss off coach so early." Dom said.

Johnny shrugged. "Say a prayer for him man, but between you and me, I don't even think he wants to be there."

Neither did Dom for that matter. He had effectively fallen out of love with football this past summer. He only remained on the team because he didn't want to let his friends down. All dreams of a scholarship had been dismissed once Dom and his dad realized that Dom was the only half decent player on the team.

'I gotta go." Johnny announced. Dom nodded, he didn't make a mockery of the fact that Johnny was probably on his way to the library. He even supposed he should take something from the closeted Brainiac and start taking his studies more seriously. If it were ever a time to do it, it would be junior year.

He was about to retire his lunch hour for some History homework when Vince dropped himself down on the bench opposite Dom.

"Ivory just texted," Vince said. He slapped down a torn notebook page in front of Dom. "Location of the next street race."

Dom smirked, history homework forgotten. He grabbed the paper and slipped it between the car magazine.

As football phased out, speed had phased in.

He and Vince had stumbled upon the street race by accident before the summer. That was the beginning of what was now small rushes of adrenaline. They had eventually made friends with some older racers who had taken them under their wing. He wanted to start racing his junior year, though he knew that was not what his father meant when he told him it was time he buckled up.

Dom could easily blame Sam, his dad. The retired NASCAR racer had always put a racing bug in Dom. But when Dom's mother had passed away when he was five, Sam had retired before he made a name for himself. He put the few thousands he had saved up and opened a hardware.

Dom had speed in his blood but he would not take the route his dad had.

After an eventful first week back, Dom shuffled into the house around after four in the evening on Friday. He went straight to the kitchen where he assumed the delectable aromas were wafting from. There, he found Mia whipping away into a bowl of vanilla cake mix. She wore the floral apron they kept hung up in the kitchen, though no one really used it. Until now, until Mia. What was she up to?

"Is that Betty Crocker?" Dom teased. He pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat facing front.

"Not now Dom," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand and continued mixing. There was already a batch in the oven from the heat and the smell.

"I'm kidding, what's going on?" his dad heard him say as he entered the kitchen with a mug and newspaper tucked under his arm.

Samuel Toretto dropped the newspaper on the table and went to the sink to deposit his empty mug.

"Mia got into some trouble in school today with an older girl." his dad said. Dom perked up at that, face becoming serious.

"What?" he said, finally getting her attention. "Why didn't you come and tell me,"

"Relax, Letty stood up for me. She got suspended though." Mia said, eyes casted down in shame.

Dom looked at his dad to fill in the gaps, Mia wasn't in the sharing mood.

"Hence the apology/thank you cakes." Samuel said.

Dom nodded, starting to put the pieces together.

"Right, and who's Letty?"

Exasperated, Mia slowed her whipping and said, "She's my best friend."

Dom shrugged, he had never heard of her, though he didn't expect to know all of Mia's little friends so he put his questions to rest.

"And you are taking her to drop them off later." Samuel said.

"Whoa no, I have plans later."

"What plans?"

Dom chewed his inner cheek, he couldn't exactly advertise he was going to an illegal street race.

"Just plans," he said.

"Well, push them back," Samuel said, leaving the kitchen.

An hour later, Dom was begrudgingly driving Mia to her friends out. Dom had to be more vigilant with his little sister. He knew what trouble he got up to his freshman year and while he would expect better from the usually well-behaved Mia, this Letty character might have changed that.

That was confirmed when he parked at the curb and heard the punk music all the way from the street. Mia was beaming.

"Isn't she cool?" Mia said. She got out of the car, carefully holding the cake dish.

Dom sized up the house and caught wind of dark curly hair through an open window. The head full of dark hair was bobbing up and down in time with the base of the music. Dom couldn't make out a face but he knew this girl was bad news for his sister.

When Mia rang the doorbell the head disappeared from his line of sight. A few moments later the music was turned down and the door swung open. The girl remained in the house, making it impossible for Dom to get a look at her as he was parked a little way off from the house. Moments later, she closed the door before Dom could lean over to get a look.

By the time Mia got back to the car, the head had returned to the window and the music had been turned back up.

Dom rolled his shoulders back before taking the car out of park, whoever she was, he was just glad that she wasn't his problem.

Letty had found her tribe in the bright headlights of fast cars. The hum of high-performance engines and the collective adrenaline of the crowd. The street race. These were her people.

In her black leather mini and hair combed in front of her face. What her hair couldn't do, her dramatic make up would do the rest in aging her up. She could easily past for eighteen Which was what she was gong to tell anyone who asked.

She had in no way gotten permission to be here but was not about to give up this feeling. After being suspended her first week of school for getting into a fist fight, she needed to blow off some steam after another lecture from her mother.

She had blended in the crowd, watching the races, cheering along with everyone else. No one had questioned her, stared her funny, these people looked and talked like her.

The final race for the night had just ended and people were slowly trickling out when she stumbled on the Dodge Charger. She had seen the car win a race or two but she had not gotten a glimpse of the driver. The car was just her type. She felt like an unworthy sinner touching the edge of the hood.

"See something you like?" a voice said.

Letty looked up, broad shoulders were suddenly in front of her. She pursed her lips, like the flirt button had suddenly been switched as she found the face attached to the shoulders handsome.

"I might," she said. She was brazened and she didn't know where it was coming from. She didn't flirt, in fact she didn't talk to boys at all. But tonight, she was not herself. She wasn't a precocious fourteen year old wise beyond her years. She was an eighteen-year-old, wise just enough for her age.

He laughed, deep and low. God, he was hot she thought.

"First time here?" he said.

"How'd you figure?" She folded her arms and he got closer. She bit back her nerves so she wouldn't shake by his nearness.

He shrugged. "You look like a virgin,"

Letty bellowed and said, "hardly," Lie, but she wasn't freshman Letty tonight. She was eighteen-year-old mystery girl.

"I love it here, this energy, the people…the cars." she said. She breathed in deeply, like she was breathing in the atmosphere.

"I know exactly how you feel. What's your name?"

She shrugged, "Why do you wanna know?"

He scratched his jaw, taken aback. Clearly, he wasn't used to putting in so much work.

"Well, I need to know what name to save your number under." he said, phone now in hand.

She tried to hold in a smirk; unsuccessfully. She took the phone from him and entered her phone number but she saved it as a question mark.

When he got back the phone he laughed.

"You don't make this easy, do you?"

"Nothing easy is worth having," she said.

"Well question mark, I will see you later."

She nodded. Disappearing from the crowd, her heart hammered in her chest. She couldn't believe what had just happened. What she just pulled off. Holy Shit. She stayed so calm when all she wanted to do was squeal like the girls she made fun of.

She doubted he would even call, that it would amount to anything but she sure had fun pretending it would. She realized, she could do that every weekend. Go to the races, pretend to be somebody different. Who would ever know?

Sneaking back into the house was always more difficult than sneaking out. She went to her mother's window first and heard her light snoring. Once convinced that Mimi was in a deep sleep, she proceeded to go through her front door. Taking off her shoes she stepped into the dark house like a ninja and tiptoed to her bedroom upstairs.

She had not even began unpacking, despite the week she had. Boxes and suitcases were still stacked against the wall and bubble wrap strewn across the floor. She dropped unto her bed with a face full of dark make up. She would have drifted off to sleep had her phone not vibrated under the pillow next to her.

"Hello, question mark," the baritone voice said once she picked up. Letty was flushed, in the dark room. Nothing but the ceiling fan witnessed her immediate response. A beat passed before she realized she had to answer. She just didn't know what to say. Had she been found out? Had he always known?

"What's up broad shoulders?" she finally said. She supposed she could keep up with the façade for a little longer.

He growled into the phone, "Huh,"

"What? I had to call you something."

"How about Dom,"

Dom? Where had she heard that name before—she couldn't place it. She swallowed hard. Okay, she would talk to him for one night, extend her night of rebellion and then she wouldn't talk to him ever again. That was a good plan, it exempted her from all guilt.

"You can call me Lexi," she said. She didn't see the point in using her real name when they were probably not going to talk again.

"Well Lexi, it was nice to meet you."

She steadied her heart and said, "I'm sure you say that to all the pretty girls you meet at races."

He grunted into the phone. "Nahh, chasers are only good for one thing."

"How do you know I'm not a chaser?"

"Simple," After a beat he said, "The chasers look at the racers, but you…you were looking at the cars."

Letty froze. Had he been watching her all night? She was beyond stunned. If this one night was all she had, she was going to make the most of it.

"Well, you seem to have a handle on me, why don't you tell me what I should know about you."

A moment rolled by before he said, "There is one thing you should know."

"What's that?"

"When I see something I want, I go for it."

Letty's breath hitched.

"Relentlessly."