A/N: Here's Chapter 14 of Hollywood Rivalries. Hope you enjoy it. I'm trying to get some stories updated before school starts. Sorry if it's short. The first part will be in Vanessa's POV, and maybe some of it will be in Logan and Chase's POV. I might add more POVs depending on the situation. I don't know, but thanks for the 8 reviews. I think I'll add a Chase/Vanessa friendship moment in here somewhere. Remember Vanessa is only based on my characteristics… I look nothing like her. Trust me.
This chapter is dedicated to chichicutie. Thanks for the awesome idea!
Chapter 14: Burning California Rubber
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Hmm… how I hate confusion. Eight cars and 4 dates. Oh, I got an idea. Haha! I'm so smart. Logan and I did this all the time. It'll be more fun with more people. I smirked. Oh, and might I point out that Michael is still holding my hand. I'm calm on the inside but I'm screaming for freaking joy here! You have no idea!
"Uh-oh, Vanessa has her idea face…" Dana pointed out with a laugh. Logan looked too.
"Yeah, that's definitely her idea face. Ok, what's going on in that head of yours, Stevens?" Logan asked, smirking. "It's bound to be good, and if it is…I want in."
"Ok, fine. How about a little street race to the club? The streets are totally quiet and we don't have to be at PCA for 4 whole hours, but we can come back at 11."
"Why?" Nicole asked, innocently. I hate corrupting that girl but she's bound to get drunk soon. If not now, later. Apparently Logan knew where I was going at.
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
"Anyone ever done shots before?" I asked, mischievously. "Except Logan and Dana…"
The person I was least expecting to answer did. My mouth fell open, seriously.
"Um, I have…" Chase admitted, shyly. Huh? This is Chase Matthews we're talking about. The all-around boy-next-door, not alcohol consumer. The rest of us had wide eyes, except Stan… hmm…
"Are you serious?" I asked, in genuine surprise.
He nodded, but quickly recovered, "Only because it was dare, right Stan?"
"Let it go… it was a while back. My parents weren't home and we were bored. It wasn't my entire fault. Brent was there too, you know," Stan defended, bursting into laughter. "Besides the shots weren't a lot…they were like six…"
"Teen! Sixteen shots of tequila," Chase added. "I woke up with a hangover the size of Texas."
"Ok, you are definitely doing shots with us," I laughed as I draped an arm around Chase. We all laughed. I turned to Logan and Dana. Whoa, when did I start getting all chummy with my ex-boyfriend? Oh, well. I might as well, since we're all going out together and all. Just for one night. "Logan, Dana, you in?"
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
"You know I am," Dana answered, smirking.
"I'm game, if you can handle it…" Logan taunted. "Mike, you in?"
Michael shrugged, "Sure. I'm cool with it."
Ok, the only three left are Zoey, Nicole and Stan. Nicole is okay, but not the drinking type. Zoey is too much of a good girl to drink. I remember this one time; Dana came over to my house (which is really a mansion) but whatever… Anyway, we drank so much vodka (which we thought was water) that Dana threw up on the teachers' foot. I was so drunk I passed out. Good times In New York…
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
"Well, Stan?" Chase asked, as he raised an eyebrow at his old friend, "You in or what?… and this time if I get hung over, you're going down with me, buddy!"
"Ok, ok." Stan agreed, laughing. Zoey spoke up.
"There's something wrong here."
"Oh, yeah. That's right. Go ahead and ruin our fun, will you Brooks?" Logan said, sarcastically.
"It's called underage drinking, you guys. You'll wake up with massive hangovers. All of you!"
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
"Yeah," Nicole said, agreeing.
"Ok, ok…" I said, trying to find a solution. "You two don't have to drink. We'll need someone to stay sober so they can cover for us."
"Come on Zoey, you can remind us of how stupid we were being tomorrow, and I promise, when we're all hung over, you and Nicole can rub it in, okay?" I said, assuring the two. "…and Zoey and Nicole can yell at Chase and Stan for being dumb, and listening to me."
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
"Yeah," Chase said absent-mindedly. His face changed. "Wait—what?"
"You are cruel, Vanessa," Stan joked. I smirked.
Zoey and Nicole now smiled. I think they liked the idea of making Chase's and Stan's hangovers worse, "Ok, that seems like a good idea."
"Am I going to race against you guys and kick your ass, or just stand here?" Logan asked, obnoxiously. Oh, he was so losing.
"You are so losing, Logan!" Zoey said.
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
"Ok, Pretty Boy. You asked for it," Dana said, getting into her Viper. We all took her lead. We all agreed this was an individual race. So, Chase was in his Benz, with Zoey in her Convertible, Nicole hopped into her pink Hummer, while Stan got into the navy Lincoln Navigator. That was a nice car by the way. Logan smirked, and sauntered over to his red Ferrari, Michael got into his gold Convertible. God, his rims are really cool.
We all know whose car will win. That's right. The Lamborghini.
We all started our engines.
I shouted over the roaring engines. Our cars were lined up in this order: Michael, me, Dana, Logan, Stan, Chase, Zoey, and Nicole.
"ON YOUR MARK…" I shouted over the roaring engines.
"GET SET…" Dana said after me. Last was Logan.
"GO!"
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin
I hit the gas pedal, and zoomed off. I could actually hear my wheels screeching. I know the way to the club. I so got this race. I put on my shades, as the wind ran through my hair.
The adrenaline was at an all-time high. Logan, Dana, and I are like neck-in-neck right now, but Chase and Zoey are picking up speed… with Michael gaining speed as well. I could've sworn I saw Logan pop a wheelie…
Oh no, he didn't.
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Stan just cut in front of me, and I just a pink blur (Nicole's hummer), zoom past Dana from the corner of my eye. Ok, that's it. Stan's on my list.
He's not getting far. I'll make sure of it…
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Pfft, like they seriously win.
Dana, Vanessa and I are like tied right now. Sorry ladies, tied isn't good enough. Crap, I have Michael on my left side. Ok, I have to admit Vanessa's car is hot. By the looks of it, her rims are about 24 inches. I look in front of me. Zoey just…
She…
That's it! She's on my radar. Ouch, cut off by your own boyfriend. Chase managed to get in front of her. Go Chase! No girls are winning this thing. Sure, it's individual, but as long as no girls win this thing, I'm good. So we're in this order: Dana, Nicole, Stan, Vanessa, Chase, Zoey, me, and Michael. What the fuck?
I'm next-to-last! No, that doesn't work with me. Not when we have Nicole in SECOND place! I hit the gas pedal, and cut past Zoey. Ha! One down. 5 to go. I hit the gas pedal again. Chase and I are like at the same speed, but Michael managed to go in front of Vanessa. Typical. He likes her…but then again so do I.
Ok, I'm with Dana.
Dana.
I'm with Dana Cruz tonight. Shit, it's like Vanessa gets this twisted pleasure from tormenting me. Yeah, there's her "revenge", but I have the feeling she's not done. Not even close. We're all getting drunk tonight anyway. By "we" I mean, Dana, Vanessa, me of course, Michael, and get ready for it.
Chase and Stan are even in. Yeah, it threw me for a loop too. Chase doing shots? I'll see it when I believe it.
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
So, here's the order of things now: Dana, Nicole… oh wait, not anymore. Vanessa just cut by her. So it's Dana, Vanessa, Nicole, Michael, me, Chase, Zoey, and Stan…
I can see the club the lights now. Zoey is an evil, evil little girl. Wanna know why? Because she just moved from being Chase to in front of me and behind Michael. Ok, I'm not playing nice anymore.
I'll kill everyone and try to get in front of even Dana, if I have to.
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Ha, take that, Reese!
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
One thing you need to remember: Never ever mess with a Cruz.
The club lights are getting brighter, as our eight cars got bigger and closer. Vanessa's on my tail, and I know she's letting me stay first because we can rub it in together. Nicole's in third. How the hell did that happen… oops, not anymore. Chase is behind Vanessa now. I like the order now. I'm really good friends with Chase now, so it's all good. Vanessa likes Chase. No, not like that.
Vanessa likes Michael, ok? 'Kay. Glad we straightened that out.
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
That's the thing about having a black car. It's good when dark, because they can disappear on you. Chase and I are smart…because we have black cars! Losers… Ok, now Michael is behind Chase, because he cut in front of Zoey. Take that, goody-goody!
Logan's pissed off…
So you know what he does?
He does this sharp U-turn, and lands behind Chase. I know he wants my spot, but he can't have it… I smirked to myself, knowing how badly he's fuming right now.
This is it…
I hit the gas pedal one last time; Vanessa and Chase follow my lead. Haha! It's like Survivor. We have this like road alliance. It's the three of us to the end… or at until this race is over. We pulled into the club parking lot…
It was over. That means…
I WON! Yes! Take that, Logan! YEAHHH!
We parked in the order we won in. So it was me, Vanessa, Chase, Logan, Michael, Zoey, Nicole… seriously, those two didn't mind being parked together. Lastly, Stan. I swear Nicole likes him, and he likes her back. They're gonna be just like Chase and Zoey. Oh, goody! We walked out of our cars, not before locking them up. I mean, if someone even touched my car…I'd kick their ass.
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Vanessa and I hugged tightly.
"You totally kicked ass, Dana!"
"You too… not bad for second place…"
"I think we broke the sound barrier," Chase said with a small smile. He came to us, holding Zoey. "I still manage to land third place."
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
Logan rolled his eyes, "Pfft! That race was dumb, anyway."
"Uh-huh…only because you didn't win it," Michael retorted. Okay, what's eating him? Something's pissing Michael off.
"Neither did you…"
Michael burned him, "Sure, I didn't, but Dana did, and she's a girl…"
I glared, "Excuse me?"
"Ok, um, a girl with the craziest driving, and…" Michael defended, trying to save himself. "Well, you get it. Congrats, Dana."
I raised an eyebrow, "Uh, thanks."
Where did Logan and Vanessa go? I turned to see them, standing a couple feet off. I hope to God, Logan isn't playing me, because if he is, I will kick his ass! I guess Michael was thinking the same thing because he looked like he was going to kill Logan any second now…
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
Logan asked if he wanted to talk to me. I wonder what he wants…because if it's about last year, I'm not having it. I'm not letting him ruin my date.
"What is it, Logan?" I asked. "Don't you have Dana to be with?"
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and his eyes met mine, "Well, yes, and you have Michael to be with, but I wanted to talk to you, you know, alone."
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on
"Ok. I'm listening," I said, as I crossed my arms, purse still in hand. I took of my glasses, and put them on my head. It sounds serious. "Logan, say something. You're starting to scare me, and you all of people know, I don't scare easily."
"I'm sorry, 'Nessa. I know you won't believe me, but I'm truly sorry," he started. What? No! He can't do this. I won't let him.
"Logan…no…" I started to say, my face livid. "I don't want to talk about this."
"But you know we'll have to, eventually—"
"Exactly! Eventually being the key word! We can't talk about this now… maybe tomorrow and next week, but not now," I said, cutting him off. Logan opened her mouth to speak, but I wouldn't let him. "Ok, you want to talk, we'll talk. Meet me on the beach at 6am…if I'm not hung over. We'll talk there, ok?"
He laughed. I missed hearing his laugh, "Ok, if I'm not hung over either."
"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to go to Michael now."
I turned on my heel and walked away, and stopped when he called my name, "Vanessa?"
I turned around, "Yeah, Logan?"
"You look great," he told me with a genuine smile, not a smirk.
"Yeah, uh, you do too…" I smiled a little as I walked away.
Ok, so she blew me off…
I watched as she walked away. She really did look great, but I can't have her. I have Dana, and she has Michael. I can tell Michael's mad at me, but I'll deal with him later.
I walked a little after she left. I had to talk to her. She was my girlfriend… now, ex-girlfriend, and our families hate each other. I need closure on this die, and hopefully we'll let this thing go…
Maybe, or it can haunt me forever.
Maybe there was a shred of hope…
Ok, now the mushy moment is over. Shut up, and let me show these people how to dance.
I really do think, and hope that there is a shred of hope somewhere…
A/N: Now the drama unravels…
Yeah, so there's your Chapter 14. Hope you enjoy very much. There was the race, and when they actually get to the club. I have something planned for next chapter. It'll make your jaw drop, seriously. I'm going to add some drama to this story. I have something tragic planned for Chase in later chapters. So stay tuned.
The song was during the race scene was "Ridin'" by Chamillionaire. Ok, review lots, people! I can tell you that the next chapter will be intense. I'm already writing it…
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