When Twinkie came home from his party, I asked him for Han's contact information. He said he'd just ask him to fix it the next time he saw him.

It's been a week. I felt a frown form on my face, thinking of Irene just sitting in the garage.

What's taking so damn long?

I was brought out of my thoughts when the thin walls started echoing Shay's, slightly, off-pitch singing. I could even hear the shower running through the other room.

I decided that I'd go with Twinkie, and surprisingly Shay, tonight to the races. I feel useless just sitting here, waiting for Twink's confirmation. So, I'm taking matters into my own hands.

Shay is going because Morimoto kept bugging her about coming to one for weeks, which was extremely annoying.

"Hey hon, should I wear this red one I got from Macy's or my black dress that I got from Shelley?" Shay asked, coming in my room.

Last month, I decided to move in with Shay and Twinkie. DK was bothering me to hold races for him. A few are alright, but full-time is not how I do things. He didn't take to that kindly and cried to Kamata. He came to me himself, with Takashi present.

In all honesty, I almost shit my pants.

Kamata actually apologized for his nephew's attitude and said I didn't have to do anything for them unless I wanted to. I would've thought he was ok for doing this, only if I didn't know the only reason why he was saying it.

So I thanked him, reluctantly, and they drove away with Takashi's flat face bunched up in confusion and frustration.

I still don't trust them and what they're capable of. I thought it would be safer to live with someone than be by myself where they could just come in and somehow force me to do something anyway.

I turned around and looked at her choices. "Um, the black dress. It's not as low cut as the red one."

Shay gave me a nasty face and said, "Thanks."

She left the room and I turned back to my wardrobe. After plucking out endless shirts and skirts that were borrowed from Shay, I finally decided to wear a black knit long sleeve and maroon jeggings.

Who the hell am I trying to impress anyway?

I'd be working tonight. Despite me rejecting Takashi's request for me to start the races, I am a mechanic and and do best with cars. It's what I mainly do when I come to races.

Motorcycles are just my own personal fascination- basically I'm too lazy to study all the material to fixing and tuning said vehicles. That territory is a little too much for me anyways.

I heard Shay come into the room when I was in the middle of drying my wet hair.

"Oh, hell no- Meg, please. You cannot wear that!" Shay exclaimed.

"Why the hell not?!" I said looking down at my outfit.

"It's so plain! You really look like an army brat!"

I was an army brat actually. My dad was stationed everywhere, thus my traveling to different parts of the world. It wasn't that bad, just lonely at times. My mom died when I was really young, so I stayed with my neighbors when Dad was away.

"I'm working tonight, Shay. Remember?" I point out.

"Well, at least add accessories or something. Also makeup! It will help me look less slutty."

Yeah, or something.

"I thought you were wearing the black?" I ask confused when she walks in stark red.

"Yes, but I think Morimoto likes me in red better." she said hesitantly.

I rolled my eyes, "Who cares what he-"

"Megan." Shay cut me off with a warning tone.

I raised up my hands in surrender and turned around to my vanity where I kept all my accessories and what not. Well, my small portion of them. She sighed and left the room.

Morimoto is one lucky son of a bitch. He doesn't deserve her and I'll help her realize that, one day.

I decided to wear hoops and curl my hair so that it rested softly under my breasts. Shay came in the room again, dressed...with the black dress on.

I looked at her through the mirror and smiled softly. She smiled back and strided towards me," C'mere, lemme fix your makeup."

I sighed and gave her what I had. She raised her eyebrows and left the room to come back with her monstrous makeup bag. I rolled my eyes and turned towards her.

Once she was done, I looked in the mirror and actually felt satisfied. She put on some concealer to hide my dark circles from overwork, some subtle blush, nice shade of gloss, and mascara which made my eyes feel heavy, but made my lashes look thick and long.

I looked at my eyelids in surprise."Brown eye shadow?" She rarely put any on me when we had our makeup escapades because it made my eyes look funny at times.

She was quiet for a few seconds before running her hands through my hair at the back, picking at some curls. "It defines your eyes."

I felt awkward all of a sudden. Every time we talk about my looks, it's not hard to miss Shay's envious gaze. I don't mean to sound cocky, I just know how much Shay wishes she looked 'better.' But what she didn't get is that she doesn't have to look "better" because she is the most gorgeous women I know. I'm also jealous of her creamy tan skin, her wide eyes, and her bright smile that could light up anyone. She's beautiful and I don't really care about my looks to be honest.

I looked at Shay through the mirror. "Hey," She stopped grazing my hair and made eye contact with me.

I smiled and said, "Thank you. You look amazing in that dress."

She let out a little laugh and smiled back while looking down modestly.

"You're definitely letting the boys come to you, baby." I say while wiggling my eyebrows.

She threw her head back and laughed. "Please, girl, you're boobs look like they were made to be grabbed in that shirt!" Shay said laughing at my expression.

As we left the house, Shay refused to let me stay in combat boots all night, so I agreed to wear her heeled boots. When she wasn't looking, I managed to put my combat boots in the trunk.

Besides Irene, I have a Hennessy Venom GT that I won from an amateur that was drunk enough to race me. I was fortunate.

We arrived at the abandoned parking lot, barely finding a parking spot. There was a whole zoo of people. I turned off the engine and looked to Shay in the passenger seat. She was looking at my boobs curiously.

I followed her gaze, "What?"

She reached and pulled down my shirt so hard, that my whole breast could've been shown.

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed in surprise while pulling up my shirt.

"We're meeting Han today, remember? Leave an impression!" she persisted, pulling down my shirt once more. "Tuck in your shirt," I did as she instructed reluctantly. "There. Maximum boobage and ass flashing."

I rolled my eyes while opening my car door. "Lets go."

We got out of the car and I saw her signaling that she was going to find Morimoto. I nodded and mouthed that I was going to wait for Twinkie. I leaned against my car while she sped off. Searching the crowd for Twinkie seemed to be impossible when my eyes landed on a person who was talking to Takashi.

The nerves shot up again.

It was Pretty Boy.