Here's chapter 5. The 'mystery man' will finally be revealed. Read and find out!
--Kita--
Chapter 5-First Races and Familiar Faces
--later that week--
"Sasha if you wanna go to this race you better hurry the hell up chica!" Diana screamed, yet again from Sasha's front porch.
It was now Friday. Race night. Sasha and Di were on their way to watch their first street race. And from what Sasha knew, she wanted to dress like anything but a racer chaser. She wore a pair of black and white cargo pants with a white beater that read 'FUCK OFF I HATE GUYS". She thought it was appropriate to show peple that she definitely wasn't there for the guys. She was there for the cars. She loved import cars and wanted to know everything there was to know about them. She loved the paint jobs and decals on the cars. And how the engines purred like panthers. But most of all, she loved the speed. She craved that adrenaline.
Finally Sasha was done messing with her hair, which she tossed up in a messy bun. She kissed Maria and Anthony and left outside. Her mother knew exactly where she was going. She didn't mind Sasha going to the races, but if she was ever involved in one, she'd kill her. Sasha knew that just as well as Maria did.
As Di and Sasha pulled up at the race, they were in pure awe. Neither of them have ever seen so many cars in one place. sash'a eyes almost started to tear up. Every car there was so beautiful. She would love to get one of those one day. But her parents won't buy her a car until her next birthday, February 14th.
Sasha and Di stepped out of the car and observed all of the different crews of people. There you had the black crew, latino crew, and Asian crew. Rarely white people came to the races. And if they did, they were suspected of being 5-0.
Diana saw someone she recognized and excused herself to go talk with them. As Sasha looked around, still in awe, she saw someone she recognized as well. What, is he stalking me? Damnit. She said to herself. His car was parked next to Diana's bug.
"Hi Jason." I said, walking over to where he was standing. He was standing by his Toyota Celica, observing the sights. He turned to me and smiled from ear to ear. That made me blush.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" He asked me, scooting over so I could sit next to him on the hood of his ride.
"Just coming to watch the race. What about you? Why are you alone? Where's your girlfriend at?" I asked him, trying to sound as polite as I could.
"Don't have one. And I'm just here to watch like you. You like cars?" He asked me, trying to have casual conversation.
"Ohh I love them. This is what I wanna do when I get a car. What about you, you like cars?" I responded.
"Yeah they're okay but it hasn't grew on me yet. Maybe 'cuz I know nothing about them. I dunno, maybe you could teach me a little something about them." He asked me, catching me off guard.
"Yeah maybe." I smiled at him, pushing my hair behind my ears. I have a habit of doing that when I blush.
I heard the sound of high performance engines closing in. I saw about six cars pull up in a V formation. Hmm, I thought, I wonder who this is. When I saw a large, bald Italian guy step out of a red Rx-7, I felt my happy mood drop to the floor and I was suddenly pissed.
"This cannot be happening." I said to noone in particular.