When Jonah, Noah, and I arrived at stretch of desert road the races were supposed to take place at, it was unbelievably crowded. There were guys with expensive clothes on, sitting on their tuff and shiny cars. There were well-dressed girls milling about, all white socks and clean dresses, kissing their boyfriends cheeks for good luck. Then there were guys with greasy slicked back hair, wild eyes and hard smiles, dressed in leather, smoking around their cars, which were far fewer in number then the cars the rich kids had. The girls that accompanied the greasers varied. There was those who dressed as nicely as they could afford, and there were those who were all short tight skirts, leather, and smoke.
Once we spotted nearly all of the gang we pulled up next to them.
I stepped out of the car, revealing my faded blue jeans and white t-shirt. My hair was in two pigtail braids, the way that Frank used to say reminded him of a Catholic school girl.
"Hey boys." I noticed the way Darry glanced at Pony and Johnny worriedly, and then did a quick head count.
"Where are Soda, Steve, Dally and Alexis?"
"Soda and Steve are getting ready for the races." Darry offered.
"Dally and Alexis are busy fucking each other into year 3000." Two-bit grinned jovially. I rolled my eyes and scanned the crowd and surrounding area.
The track was lit by the car lights alone, giving everyone a ghostly quality. There was a hum of anticipation in the air, and calls for bets were hollered everywhere.
Soda and Steve galloped up to us with wild grins on their faces. "You're into the tournament race, the prize is 200 purdy little Soc dollars. To win, you gotta beat Randy Adderson. He's got the tuffest car around."
I smiled a little and patted my hood. "Not anymore."
As a basic race started, all the young boys ran to the front lines to watch. "Gentlemen, ladies, greasers, we got Patrick Forger and Lane Wesle." A soc's voice boomed over a microphone.
Before I could jog off and watch the races, Darry grabbed my arm. Alarm coarsed through my body at his touch, along with a spark of electricity.
"Careful Jenna, these Socs don't take well to being beat on their own territory."
I grinned to show my confidence and softly touched his arm, carefully noticing how warm his skin was and how strong the muscles beneath seemed. "Don'tcha worry Darry. I can handle a couple o' purdy momma's boys who don't know when ta quit runnin' their mouths."

I revved my engine and felt the sweet pure of it straight to my core. I'd won all the races before this, and had conveniently avoided getting out of my car to show the other racers they'd lost to a girl.
It was the semi-final race, between me and a blond haired with a blue car with tuff silver pinstripes. This race determined who raced Randy Adderson, who was watching from the top of a large nearby rock, wearing a ridiculous pair of black pants with thin bright yellow stripes.
As the starting horn blew, I sped across the starting line, already ahead of blondie. There was the familiar adrenaline and exhilaration of the race, and the pride of leaving another racer in my dust.
"Okay people, this is what you've all been waiting for! The newcomer J. Kelly will now be racing against our good old boy, Randy Adderson!"
We lined up at the starting point. He throttled his engine in a low growl, and I made mine purr in response. A soc girl with large hair stepped forward, handkerchief held aloft. My body tensed, then bam, we were off.
This guy was a good racer, but his car had too much flash. I had beaten men a million times better then him, while speeding a fast getaway in places like Bangkok.
I crossed the finish line at least four seconds ahead of him, and I did a 90 degree turn and blocked his car, forcing him to come to a stop, one of my favorite moves.
The crowd roared, and I drove my car back to where Noah and Jonah were standing. I stepped outta the car. Shouts of surprise were heard as I strode back towards Adderson's car and he stepped out of it. Randy spit at my feet. "You're a girl. Being beat by you doesn't count."
"Well, is it in the rule book?" I taunted. The boy with the microphone stepped forward, along with several other pretty boys. My body, still exhilarated from the race, thrummed excitedly with the promise of a fight.

"Look, you pretty boys, I'll be expecting my money within the next thirty seconds, or there will be hell to pay." I said calmly. Someone stepped up next to me and pressed a hand softly to the small of my back.

"Jenna, step down. That guy with the rings is Bob Sheldon. He's the one who gave Johnny the scar. The guy in the red leather jacket tried to jump Pony last April. Stand down." Darry whispered, breath hot on my ear.

"I've got in Darry."

Bob Sheldon strode forward, smirking. "Look, you're a pretty girl, but you aren't getting this money. So, why don't you and Superman," Bob sneered at Darry, "Take off before things get... messy."

Darry stepped between Bob and I. "Don't talk to her like that." He grabbed Bob's arm, and a ringed fist flew towards Darry's jaw.

Instincts sprang forward, and I swept Bob's foot out from under him. He slid out of Darry's grip harmlessly, and I easily twisted his arms back and planted my foot in the square of his back, planting him with his torso against the pavement.

Two other Socs lept forward and jumped at Darry and I. Darry punched him squarely in the face, and I kicked the boy in front of me straight in the family jewels and then knocked him out with an elbow to the back of his neck.

The crowds around us erupted in chaos. Darry looked like he was about to enter the fighting, but I grabbed his arm and hissed, "We're out numbered. We should get outta here while we can." Darry and I glanced toward each other, then sprinted for our siblings. My fists connected with many body parts and at one point I used a car hood to boost me up, then sprang up and twisted my thighs around a Soc with a gold knife's neck, knocking him out as he advanced toward a younger greaser.

When we got to the cars, Jonah and Noah were ushering Two-bit into my car and the others into Darry's.

"You remember procedure." I said as I swung into the car. It was already running.

"Well, after the hundredth time, it gets hard to forget." Jonah half-smiled.

I saluted Darry as he hopped into his truck and we raced through the fighting, making people leap from each other's throats to safety. All over, greasers and Socs were piling into cars and taking off, while the grittier ones took off.

This was a weird chapter, The main reason I wrote it was because I wanted Jenna to do the thigh twisty thing. And because I love watching drag racing,