Myra watched Dom and Vince argue just on the other side of the street. She sat on her front porch, chin buried in her hands. She had gone home to change into jeans and a decent top only to be given the warning look and asked to stay on her patio while the boys talked. Her mom wasn't home, third shifts a bitch like that.

Letty was stuffed in the passenger seat of Dom's vehicle, Jesse in his own ride, Leon sitting bitch. They were waiting, and Myra couldn't help but feel responsible.

The two boys were in a heated conversation, the bald of the two shaking his head repeatedly, arms tucked over his chest. He was angry, that much was certain. His face was contorted into a glare so fierce Myra knew if he looked at her like that she would run away. Vince was up in his face though, no fear as he stared down his friend and threw in his own thoughts and opinions. She wished she could hear it, make sense of whatever was causing this spat. From the looks of it the others, tucked in their cars focusing on handheld devices or their fingernails, this was normal.

Dom finally shrugged, tossing his hands up in the air before putting in his last words. He looked from Vince to the spot where she sat. She didn't think he could see her there in the shadows but he found her nonetheless, glowering in his anger. Vince's grin was massive, his eyes turning to find Myra as Dom moved towards his car. He waved her over and she quickly rose, heading down her darkened driveway towards him.

"You get to come but you have got to promise me something." He reached out and took her hips in his hands, pulling her closer to him, eyes locking with hers. The thrill of being close to him was enough.

"What?"

"Don't leave my side for any reason tonight. Got it?"

When she nodded he howled, directing her hurriedly towards the passenger side. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, watching him round the vehicle quickly and climb into drive. The engines roared to life and one by one they pulled out onto the block street and then onto the busy roads, close and together.

Vince kept silent, his eyes trained on the tail end of Dom's car. They weaved in and out of traffic carefully, taking the interstate for five minutes before pulling off and heading down towards downtown. Myra watched the world swirl by from the passenger seat, lights flickering by, people on the streets unaware of her freedom. And that was what she had. She reached over and placed her hand on Vince's thigh, noting the grin on his face.

If her mother could see her now she would die.

"We're almost there. Remember what I said." He reached down and laced their fingers up as he turned in behind Dom into an ally. They sank between the walls, coming out onto an opening where other cars sat parked, a crowd of people circling around them. Vince pulled up beside Dom and cut the engine, giving her hand one last squeeze before opening up his door. She followed him quickly, circling around and meeting him at the tail end. Dom climbed out, Letty getting out of the passenger side. She popped the seat and moved it forward, a girl Myra had seen from a distance climbing out of the back.

The second Vince caught eyes with her he let go of Myra, reaching out to help her out of the vehicle. She watched him, the desperation to please the smallest of the group evident on his face. The meek girl thanked him, taking his hand and climbing out completely.

"He's in love girl, you're playing with fire. That's Dom's sister." Myra huffed, looking over at Leon as he stepped up beside her and watched the show. Vince's eyes were glazed over with excitement, a twinge of pink touching his otherwise scruff and tan cheeks. He was swooning hard and Myra couldn't help but feel the drop in her stomach.

Figures.

Leon dropped an arm over Myra's shoulder, directing her away from the small group, pushing through the bodies of the crowd. He nodded to a few, smiled at girls and shook hands with friends. "Trust me, you ain't going to get very far with him if you're looking for serious. Stick to fucking and drinking. That's my motto."

"Fucking is what I do best." She didn't know why she said it, but the words crawled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"A little fire there, missy. I like it." He chuckled, dropping his arm from her shoulder. He circled and stood in front of her, taking both her hands in his and pressing them to his lips. He was being sincere, that much she could tell, and she wasn't going to fight him. He knew Vince better than she did, but she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted in the end if she wanted anything. All she knew was that this was fun. "Trust me, it'll only hurt in the end."

"You running off with my date?" Vince pushed his way through and wrapped his arms around Myra from behind, pulling her back into his body away from Leon. The boys shared a stare, a territorial demand rolling off of Vince. Myra would have laughed if her hips didn't hurt from Vince's fingers. They dug into her flesh and judging by his tense body he didn't seem to realize entirely what he was doing.

"Just keeping her company while you rescued the damsel in distress." Leon glanced around, spotting a few people in the crowd he knew. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

They watched him walk off, Vince's hold on her hips still a little harder than she would like. Taking a hold of his hands she pulled them away, turning around and smiling up at him. He grinned, dipping down and surprising her by planting a firm kiss on her lips.

"What was that for?" She felt a blush creep up on her cheeks and she knew he could see it. She was new to all of this and it had to show.

"Just making sure no one else bothers you."

"Hmmm, marking territory huh? What a boy."

"A man if I'm correct." Vince pulled her flush to him and she felt what he was alluding to. She had never met someone like him, never been in a place like this, never talked to another soul like this. She didn't "go out", she didn't drink, she sure as hell didn't feel up on a boy in a public forum and let him do the same to her. Parties were different back home. They got wasted in mansions, they swam naked in personal pools, and they did lines of coke on mirrors that wound up broken or in the trash the day after. Myra watched, Myra observed, Myra never joined in the fun.

Mommy and Daddy would kill her.

But it felt good, every second, every inch. It set fire to her skin and she wanted nothing more than to let it continue. No one was here to tell her no.

"Save that for later guys. We've got a race to see about." Dom walked up on them, giving them stern glances. He lingered on Myra, a deep-set anger in his stare. She let it roll off as Vince wrapped an arm around her waist and kept her close.

The crew moved forward through the swarm of bodies. Myra paid attention to those around her now, Vince's hand firmly on her waist, directing her on where to go. The bodies all around them ranged from every age group. She could tell the young one's from the old, the fresh meat as compared to those who were here regularly. They stuck out like she stuck out, a look of fear in their eyes as the social construct of illegal activity, and the fact they were involved in it, played out around them.

The veteran's, the older girls, the older guys; they all dressed differently too. She found herself glancing down at the simple t-shirt and jeans she had on, wondering why on god's green earth she had left dressed like this. Letty, who was just up ahead, behind Dom, was in skintight leather pants, a red crop top, and military boots. Even Mia sported a little class with high heel knee-high boots, skinny jeans and a tight black tank.

She'd have to go shopping. The credit card in her back pocket was burning holes through her layers.

Dom stopped in front of a shorter boy, a Hispanic kid that looked about their age. They spoke in Spanish for a moment, exchanging responses that no one else, save for Letty could seem to understand. When all was said and done, Dom reached back and Letty handed him a stack of 20's. Clean cut, organized and bound together.

Myra could feel her stomach drop; that much cash. Her body vibrated.

"1 G buy in, ain't bad," Vince muttered into her ear, arms wrapping around her from behind as he leaned his chin on her shoulder. She only nodded, fixated on the exchange in front of her. She wanted to be Dom, in that instant. The powerful leader, the one in the front taking the risks and flashing the results. It was exhilarating.

She peeled her eyes open and looked to her right. The night had played out just as she had expected. Racing, booze, dancing, clothing removal. Vince was beside her now, naked underneath the thin comforter that lay on his makeshift bed in the basement of the Toretto's house. She glanced at the clock on the other side of his head and glared at the bright red 8:00.

She'd lost her virtue a long time ago to Eddy McCalister. He was a football player at her old high school, a stand-up guy who had gotten her drunk at one of Susie's parties. She hadn't thought much of sex since then.

Vince grunted, rolling over on his side, arms stretching out above him. His shoulders popped and he groaned, eyes peeling open to look up at her.

"Good morning." His voice was gravel, a bag of dirt deep in his chest.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, actually I did. It's 8 AM, my mother is going to kill me."

"It's a good time as any to sneak out. The Toretto's are at church. They should be back in an hour, then the BBQ starts up."

She wouldn't allow herself to think ill of this moment. All she could hear was the leech words running through her brain: he wants you to leave, he hates you, you're horrible, you're disgusting...

"Speaking of which." He rose, stretching out his shoulders, dropping his feet onto the floor. His room was quaint. A mess, yes, but there was hardly anything save for the bed and his clothes. "Are you coming?"

He glanced back at her over his shoulder, watching as she pushed away the blanket and picked herself up too. She had his shirt on, no pants, just her underwear. After sex, she had slipped out of his sleepy intoxicated arms and crawled her way into the bathroom to throw up the liquor in her stomach and brush her teeth. On the way back she had tossed on some clothing before crawling back into bed with him.

"Sure."

"Go face the wrath, I'll see you later." He didn't look back anymore. She watched as Vince headed into the bathroom. He closed the door and when she heard the shower start she quickly gathered her things, threw on her pants, and headed out up the stairs and out the front door.

Her mother was home, sipping a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter, no dining room table still. There was nowhere to sit save for the milk cartons in the living room and they lacked in comfort, obviously.

"You were out late."

Myra couldn't look her in the eye. Something about having crawled out of Vince's bed kept her from wanting to face her own mother. She couldn't talk to her mom about what had happened, she couldn't admit to the bad things that she had done. It wasn't bad though; none of it was bad; she was just human. The shame was still there.

"I'm just making friends mom."

"What kind of friends?"

"Just friends." The kind that don't resent me, or hate me, or feel like they have to coddle me. The kind that respect me, adore me…

"Be careful Myra, that's all that I ask."

"Yeah yeah."