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BPOV
After my cousin left me with those few instructions, I walked over to my baby. Now, before you jump to conclusions, I do not have a kid. My baby is a car. It was a blue Honda Civic. Nothing to special, but thanks to Sam and Daniel it runs faster than any car before. Well, depending on whom the driver is. The paint job is a luscious and dark royal blue with a dark leather interior. The engine is a classified kind. The rims are your standard type for racing. My baby is all tricked out to fit me and my racing style and needs. My favorite features are the loud speakers. I like it to be loud when I drive. I smiled to myself, thinking of the fun times we had putting it together. After I took a brief few moments to admire my ride, I leaned on it. I pulled out a small black bag and held on to it. A rev of an engine alerted me to an approaching car. My opponent appeared in his GT Mustang, I gave him a flabbergasted look. "Seriously?" I said to myself, a Mustang? He couldn't come up with something better? I smirked to myself. A Mustang had nothing on my Civic. I had this race in the bag. I watched the guy through my narrowed eyes as he parked his….car.
"Sigi?" the guy asked as he walked out his car, leaving the door open. He started towards me, checking me out. "Ewww." I groaned to myself. The guy was in his mid to late twenties. He had on glasses and a cap that covered up a majority of his face. I could still see his aged features, however. A wave of nausea shook my body. He sent me a grin, causing me to shudder. Not in this life time pal. I thought. I quickly hid the disgust from my face as the guy approached me. "The one and only," I respond with a fake smile.
He looked at me, giving me the typical head to toe and back again. "You're a girl?" He asked astonished, with a hint of skepticism.
I rolled my eyes exasperated. Men, they are so thick headed and stupid. Racing is made to look easy by pros and experienced drivers. That is not the case. All types of people creep out at night to watch street racing: gangs, dealers and even normal folk. The big thing about racing is the money for the winning party. All kinds of black market deals are made betting on who will win. When such money is at stake fights break out, people get shot, the works. In a setting like that, a woman is the last person anyone would expect to see behind the wheel. Men in particular, were always sexist about female racers. My aunt always said some men were like that. I never believed that until I came face to face with this idiot. "Yeah, and you're a guy." I said as if I was talking to a three year old. "Got a problem with that?" I asked while taking a couple of steps towards him. I held him with my gaze. A trick I learned from my cousin. He staggered back a bit with a hesitant and slightly fearful look on his face.Men, they're such weenies I thought to myself.
He frowned slightly. "I was expecting a male, and since that isn't the case, then this will be a piece of cake." He said with a scoff. Clouds rolled through the night sky, revealing the light of the full moon. The rays illuminated my face, showing him my expression. I glowered at him. Clearly, he got the message that he needed to shut the hell up before he ended up unable to race. He gulped. "You got your half of the deal?" He asked. Rolling my eyes I nodded. Three grand was the half I had to come up with. It wasn't too hard to come by.
"Got it right here, and your half?" I asked, in response as we made our way to the dealer. He stood under the streetlamp, waiting impatiently for us to hand over out parts. I scowled. Dealers in racings were just so haughty. Walking and talking like they were the ones racing.
"Not in cash, brought my girls' pearls. Not likely for me to lose them since it's against a chick." He replied with a smirk. Boy was he in for a surprise.
"Well, we will just see about that now, won't we?" I replied while getting my okay from the dealer after I gave him my part. "Don't forget, winner takes all. No refunds or changing your minds." I reminded him again, "Winner takes all." He looked like the type of guy that would go back on his word. Little did he know who he was dealing with. I turned away to return to my car. The guy called to me
"Don't worry sweets, I got this race in the bag already. Just realize that you and your pretty car ain't gonna be able to touch this money. " He replied while giving his girlfriends pearls to the dealer. "See you at the finish line sugar." Rolling my eyes I turned away. "Wait!" he called. I looked down to see his hand grasping my wrist. I whipped my head up to him, my eyes flashing with rage. How dare he touch me. Seeing my fury, he dropped his hand away from me quickly. "What's your name, pretty?"
"Don't you worry about that. All you need to know is what my face looks like when I beat your sorry ass" I growled. I flipped back my hair and sashayed to my car. Finally, I was in my car, preparing for my race. I needed to get into my racing mood. I plugged my iPod to the radio and selected my playlist for racing. For some reason, I race better when I have my music rocking with me. I am more in the zone. Just as I finish selecting my playlist, Pump It from the Black Eyed Peas started up. "Perfect" I said, smiling.
From my window, I could see the dealer walking to the median of the streets. He was wearing a typical referee outfit, for the streets that is. He had on jeans, and a black polo shirt with two green flags in each of his hands. "Start your engines." The dealer yelled out. I hear the roaring of the GT Mustang, smirking I turn my key, enjoying its soft purrs as my Civic revs up.
"On your mark! Get set!" as soon as those words left his mouth, I started my song, hearing the guitars starting I hit my gas pedal, making my Honda purr wanting to be set free. The Mustang roared and purred as the creepy driver revved his janky looking Mustang. I could feel the irritation growing. Time to shut the guy up, permanently.
"GO!" As soon as those words left his mouth, I stepped on the gas and didn't bother looking back. My iPod switched to Shut Up and Drive by Rhianna.
Off I went, immediately taking the lead. I kept a good three-fourths of a car in front of him. I wondered how well the guy knew the streets, he didn't know them as well as I did. I knew ever pot, bump, unsuspecting curve and all. I was jerked out of my thought as I felt a rough crash from my left end. I had zoned out and had the car do most of the work for almost the entire race it seemed like.
"Stupid bastard has some damn issues," I muttered under my breath while trying to get as close as possible to the curve of the street. "Bastard is gonna pay for hitting my car." I took a deep breath. The wind was making it almost impossible to do that. This is getting to close to my health, the guys are gonna kill me. I thought as we reached the last turn and I could see the ending speeding up on me.
"Eat this," I yelled towards him while hitting my Nos button. I felt the adrenaline rush through my blood as the speed increased. I loved this button, but I rarely use it because it kills me. No one really knows besides the team, but my heart can't take as much pressure as I put on it. As many times as they tell me, I won't stop this for the world. It helps me and the guys with our bills. Just as I ran over the finish line, I slowed my car to a stop and got out to look at the damage the idiot did to my poor baby.
"Hey! Bella!" a voice called out. I didn't turn around to see who it was that called out to me. There were lots of shouts and cheering and congratulating me for winning the race. I didn't have much stock in the crowd. Crowds most always had people only looking to find someone to hook up with and get their claws in for the money and disappear. "Shit, that's gonna cost a lot to fix." Sam said as she jogged to a halt next to me. She peered around the car, taking in the damages.
"Tell me about it! I was about to try and run his ass over." I growled. "Thank God it's only the body and not the insides; I'll make sure he pays for the damages on his own!" I ran my hand over the jagged edges and dents of the end of my car. The left end bumper had only mild damage. It was the frame around the tire that took the most damage. I was surprised that I didn't blow out my freaking tire and jack up the rim.
"Chill Sigi, it's not going to help with anything," She said. She saw the murderous look in my eyes. "Look he is coming up right now. Let's get this over with so we can go." Sam said, eyeing my opponent and his approach.
"Alright." I said, I noticed that the dealer was heading towards the both of us. We walked over to him half way. I glanced to my defeated opponent. He was pissed off. I smirked smugly towards him. I could practically smell his wounded pride at having been beat by a girl.
"You didn't say shit about using Nos in the race." He yelled furiously.
"Exactly, no one said anything. Fair game, but I don't have time for this, since you decided to ram into me." I nearly shouted. "I really need to go get this fix while I still can. Sam, let's roll." I responded back while heading back towards the car and taking once last look at the damage. "I'll be sending you the bill for this shit." I turned to leave when I heard him yell "I'm going to get the pearls back even if it the last thing I do!" I smiled to myself, someone was going to have a very pissed off girlfriend.
"Yeah right, I'm leaving after tonight dumbass. Ain't gonna be in town tomorrow."
I waved Sam goodbye and hopped in my car. Sighing, I leaned forward, resting my head on the steering wheel. I was starting to feel the effects of my race. I took slow deep breaths as I waited for the crowd to clear. I was in no mood to tell these idiots to move of have the honor of getting ran over. I was feeling myself doze off until my phone buzzed with my ringtone. I gave a startled gasp and reached for it. I smiled slightly, it was Tom.
"What it do?" I greeted him with a smile, as if he could see me.
"Who won?"
"We did, but the damn bastard hit the car, the dents aren't bad but you know how I am."
"Yea yea I know, bring it to the house and I'll see what I can do about it." He said chuckling quietly, knowing all too well how over dramatic I could be.
" Be there in five." I replied. I hung up the phone and dropped it into the little compartment beneath my radio. "Hey, Sam-" I started, turning only to see that she wasn't in the passenger seat like she usually was. She took her own ride. She had a date, I remembered. I needed to remind myself to ask her about that. I glanced at my phone to dial her. A knock on my window distracted me. It was an admirer I smiled, nodding as the crowd parted and exited in the opposite direction of my car. They parted around it like the Red Sea. "Sam, Sam" I mumbled as I punched in her numbers. Her phone rang as I started up the engine, slowly moving out of park.
"What's up?" She asked. She always knew when I called and didn't bother with telephone etiquette.
"Sam we are going to 'the house' did you bring the bottles?" I asked while taking a quick left and making sure no one was following me. I sped up a little bit. It was hard to keep the speeding buzz down.
"Yea I bought jack with me. I have a feeling we are going to have fun with him tonight," She laughed into the phone.
I smirked to myself. My family was insane. Just about everyone married a bottle of Jack at least once before they reached the legal age. "Alright, see you in a bit" I said. I glanced at the speedometer and immediately jammed on the breaks, thankfully people weren't behind me or stupid enough to tailgate. The neighborhood that I was headed to, the police liked to snoop and catch speeders. Coming off of a racing high, the last thing I needed was to get pulled over by the cops. "Save the first for yours truly. I deserve it since I won" I laughed.
"Yeah, tell Tom that after he sees the car" she replied. In her background I heard her horn blow followed by a line of colorful swear words. Sam never was one to hold her temper when she was driving. "Ugh, crap, cop, bye!" she yelled frantically, hanging up on me. I flinched as I imagined what Tom's face was going to look like. Yeah, I banged up the car, but he was always a stickler and I always tended to either under exaggerate or over exaggerate. I pulled into the drive way. My headlights glittered across a shadowed body. Tom. The look on his face was not a happy one. I could tell he had seen the banged up side of my car. "Great" I grumbled to myself as I came to a screeching halt and parked my car.
a/n hahaha! Love my teaser? Sorry it took so long to get this out...my word wasn't working right and I had to make arrangements for my bff to get it on for me and for her to edit it: D SHE IS THE BEST EDITOR IN THE WORLD! I love her details even thou she hasn't' event done this before :] I love her and she knows it :D
I'll try and get the next one out sooner than this one and I do hope all of yall had a wonderful holiday! :D ya sabes, review por favor!done