Author's Note: This is just an idea that came to be and I really wanted to do. Enjoy! Please note that I do not condone fighting, especially in school as an up and coming teacher. It would be a great place if kids wouldn't be nasty to each other. But realistically it happens, and I think it's likely that our young Toretto would probably get in trouble at least once for fighting at school. Warning for offensive language in this chapter.

A Fight

She had never liked Maggie Liu. Not since the first day of kindergarten when they'd found themselves sitting across from each other after the teacher had arranged groups. Maggie had scrunched up her little nose, ruffled pink dress and ribbons in her shiny hair. She'd asked why any girl would dress like a boy on purpose. Why any girl liked stupid boy things like batman and cars?

She'd hated little miss pink ruffles and ribbons and her nasty bad attitude off the bat. It hadn't helped any that when her mother had come to pick her up after school she'd found herself face to face with little Maggie again, and an older, snobbier version of her. She still remembered it; her mother dressed in baggy pants and a tank top, greasy from working on engines at the shop all day. And Maggie's mother, primly dressed in a narrow knee-length black skirt and a pink silk blouse. Her high heels had been pink and covered in sequins and the two women had eyed one another with mutual disdain.

"Why, if it isn't little… Leticia Ortiz," the woman had laughed. "Don't tell me this is your daughter?"

Her mother had smiled that kind of smile that scares you when you look at it. Like she was trying not to bite the woman's head off but she wasn't really trying to be nice.

"Vivian Tran," she'd replied, the words clipped and cool.

"Actually… it's Liu now," Vivian had smiled, just like a shark. "But, you weren't exactly invited to the wedding."

"Like I would have come," Letty had muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Mami," she'd interrupted, tugging at her mother's pants. "Let's go to the garage. Pwease?"

"How cute," Vivian had drawled, her voice sugary sweet. "She's a little gearhead just like you."

"And her father," her mother had said pointedly. That had made Vivian fume silently, though she hadn't understood why then. Letty smiled again, all too sweetly, before taking her daughter's hand. "Let's go, mija. Before the eau de tramp in the air makes Mami sick."

She hadn't understood that either, but hadn't asked, just stared back over her shoulder as her mother led her to the car, glaring across the lot at the little pink ruffles and turned up nose of Miss Maggie Liu.

The girls' rivalry had only gotten worse through the years. Though the school had rearranged classes to avoid them being together after a few little incidents, they still traded insults on the playground. In high school it only escalated, as the teenage girl attitude caught up with their mutual dislike for one another. Maggie enjoyed egging her on and she would always rise to the challenge.

It wasn't until sophomore year that they came to physical blows. It started out like any other morning. Trevor, her best friend Liana's older brother, had swung by on their way to school to pick her up. He drove a pick-up truck, and she didn't think it was the best car, or the fastest. She thought the car she and her parents had been fixing up in their spare time was really the best car. But she couldn't drive it until she had her license and she was still 8 months and 16 days away from that.

So a ride with Trev and Lia was a hell of a lot better than getting dropped off by mom and dad, or taking the bus.

Of course, Maggie Liu got a ride from her cousin Michael, and his car was a Mercedes. Not that she was really that impressed by expensive luxury vehicles. In fact she was more apt to sneer at someone tooling around in a BMW. Enjoy your smooth ride, Richie, because I'm going to leave you in my dust. That was all she could think.

But Maggie was impressed with her ride, or her cousin's ride. And she liked to let everyone know it. And let them know how rich she was, and how pretty she thought she was. And the fact that she'd gotten her boobs when she was 14 (though lots of people thought she'd bought them). She also liked to point out the failings of those she did not like.

Maggie did not like her.

The feeling was mutual.

So at 7:45 in the morning when they both stepped out of their respective rides in front of school it was a surprise to no one when they stared each other down. Maggie in her ruby red mini skirt, black flats and white sweater was staring at her from beneath her overpriced sunglasses, a sneer on her lips. She sneered back, hands on her hips, black skinny jeans and shit-kicking boots, purple t-shirt her parents had brought back from Mexico. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and eyed Maggie.

"What's that smell? Did you borrow some of that eau de tramp from your mother?"

"Very funny, Toretto. I'm surprised you can smell anything over all the grease you're covered in," Maggie replied.

"I'd rather smell like a car than cum," she snarked and Lia gasped at her side.

"Shut your mouth, bitch," Maggie fumed, hands curling into fists. "Just because you're too flat-chested to get any boys to notice you!"

"Excuse me?" Eyebrow arched and she was in Maggie's face. "I don't need fake breasts to get guys to notice me. Because they actually like me."

"My boobs are not fake!" Maggie screeched and then her hands were in her hair, yanking painfully. There were shouts of 'Fight!' in the background as the two girls went down, nails and fists and screaming and hair-pulling.

One broken nose, two bloodied lips, a black eye and scratched-up arms later, the two teenagers sat sullenly and silently beside one another in the Principal's office. A bag of ice pressed against her swollen nose, Maggie was staring stonily at the wall.

Both girls looked up when Letty appeared in the doorway, but Maggie quickly looked away. The other teen quietly gathered her things and followed her mother out of the building. They walked through the hallways in silence. Her lip was stinging and she was annoyed at the red scratches all over her arms that looked like she'd been mauled by a wildcat. But that was nothing compared to the fear at the reaming out she was going to get from her mother.

She still hadn't said anything as they walked across the parking lot and she unlocked the car. Letty slid into the driver's side and her daughter gingerly sat in the passenger's seat. She looked at her expectantly but Letty only started up the car, causing the teenager to groan and tilt her head back.

"Mami! Aren't you going to yell at me for getting into a fight?"

"Hell no," Letty replied, pulling out of the lot. "It was totally worth two day's suspension. You broke that little bitch's nose and gave her a black eye."

The girl stared at her mother, mouth open and eyes wide. "What..?"

"Besides, your father is going to give you hell when we get back to the garage," Letty added, smirking as her daughter's face fell. "But, as far as I'm concerned… She probably deserved it."