"You guys are gonna have to follow me, so Rose, don't tell whoever's gonna drive to run me over. We're supposed to be having fun, not hanging out in a hospital." I hopped on my bike and got it started. Jake was tailing me and he rode up next to me smiling. He was happy riding the bike. Maybe if things worked out I would pick him up one. Either way, tonight, we were all gonna have a little fun of our own.

We all started driving down the roads on our respectable motorcycles or cars. I started thinking about how much I missed this place, being away in New York so much. I started to wonder what it would have been like if I didn't have Michael back home. It's a completely different ballgame, being a mother. It changes you. I wondered what it would be like if I had given him up. Would I still be who I was? Would I have grown up at all?

I looked at the street signs as I drove by them, trying to decipher where exactly I wanted to go. It had been a long time since I really did anything like this, especially in Miami. I found the car shop that I was looking for and pulled into the driveway. I looked around seeing if anyone else was here yet, but they weren't. Jacob pulled up right beside me.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked me, clearly confused.

"We're meeting a couple people here, if you don't mind. I told you we were going to have fun tonight, and I meant it. I just didn't mean it in the way you all thought I did," I explained.

He nodded, but then we both cringed at the sound of Rosalie yelling at Emmett.

"What the hell kind of turn was that? You nearly killed us both!" She hollered, then turned to me.

"I suspect this isn't a trip to get the oil changed?" Rosalie griped at me. She knew all too well the partier I used to be, and I had a good feeling that she knew what would be going down tonight.

"Not necessarily," I smirked. She caught on and rolled her eyes. Emmett and Jacob looked on warily.

"Well, at least we aren't meeting up with some low life losers and smoking pot all night outside of the station," Rosalie complained.

"Oh, I would never allow that," I said, smiling. Eventually, Jasper, Alice, Edward, and Bella all came over and joined us.

"What are we-" Jasper started to ask as he and Alice came over, but he was interrupted by the rumbling of a very large engine coming down the street.

Jake POV

We all looked back to see what the noise was, except for Jen. I wonder what that is about. Out of nowhere, a very hooked up truck with red flames on the side pulled up on the opposite side of the road. Soon after, three Honda Civics and three motorcycles were expelled from the back of the truck. The motorcycles were the same ones we had, but they were all blue and black.

"Ronny, Quil, Jared, Kim, Emily, Sam! How are you guys? I missed you so much!" Jen said, running to them and giving them a big hug. I wondered how Sam and Emily got here. I haven't seen them since I left the reservation five years ago. I didn't even know that they knew Jen. As for Quil and Jared, we talk all the time. I guess this is the Jen they are always talking about.

Jen POV

Just when I was about o say something to them two more cars pulled into the station and parked right next to where we were standing. If that's not cutting it close, I don't know what is. Why are my friends so reckless?

The first car was a 1972 Datsun 240Z and it belonged to a man that had a bite way worse than his bark. You didn't want to piss him off, that's for sure. I met him in New York City when I first moved there. It's how I learned to love street racing. He taught me everything I knew. Well, mostly everything. I wasn't necessarily in support for the crap he did in New York, but he was someone you wanted on your side. Standing well over six feet tall and weighing in at oh, probably about 200 pounds, nobody really wanted to mess with him. He was Heth, of course.

The second car was a 1994 Honda SNX and it belonged to my good friend, Jackson and his girlfriend Moira. It used to just be Jackson, but he was so in love with her, it was sickening. Whatever he owned, she owned, and where ever he was, she was. It wasn't like she was the most amiable person either. Personally, I thought she was an annoying slut with a helium filled voice who wanted Jackson's money, but he was so in love with her I could never hurt him like that. I met Jackson through Cynthia about two years ago. We hit it off right away and never looked back. He supported me fully when I had my son, unlike the d-bag that got me pregnant, and it sealed the deal. We've been best friends ever since. I taught himeverything I knew about street racing.

I went to say hello to Jackson and Heth, but when I turned back around, I saw Jake, Edward, and Emmett talking to Sam and everyone else. How they know each other?

Jackson pulled me into a hug, interrupting my train of thought.

"Hey Jellybean, how you been?" he asked while kissing my cheeks. That stupid girl of his even had the nerve to scoff at me. Stupid bitch.

"I've been good sugarlips," I said to him while throwing a smirk at his girl.

"Hey, are you trying to steal my broad?" Heth stated, smirking at Jackson. Just when Jackson was going to say something Rosalie came over and smacked me in the face.