"Meg? Yo Meg?...hello?" I heard, barely registering Twink's voice. I just couldn't seem to draw my eyes away from PB. Yes, I said PB.

Pretty Boy, of course.

Damn, he is one hot man. I turn away to look at the boy beside me but his attention was drifting towards girls who were sitting nearby. I inwardly roll my eyes at his foolish attempts.

I take my time to analyze Han. Hm, he seems to be about 6'1 or so. He's dressed in a white tank top with a flannel rolled up to his elbows and some jeans. His shoulders are what drew me in. They're so broad and his arms are muscular with a nice build.

His biceps go nicely with his height and shoulders...now the face. I don't call him Pretty Boy for nothing. However, he is definitely not Japanese. His lips are enticing enough and his eyes- jeez, his eyes. It's a story that draws me in. Something that I dangerously want to unravel.

His eyes drifted across the room and gave me a brief glance before turning back to Takashi. But just with that minimum eye contact, my breath caught. I looked away and stared at the girls beside him instead. How can he make me lose my breath over a glance? I should be insulted that he gave me just a glance but, oddly, I'm not...why is that?

I huffed and ran my hands through my hair. I felt a slap on my left arm, I turned to see it was Twinkie but he wasn't looking at me. His stare was intently focused on a red, beat up Charger at the front of the lot.

"That's some messed up shit, man." Twink said with remorse.

I smacked him in the back of the head then looked back at the scene, "Language."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. I tried to find Shay out of the crowd and saw her in a corner with Morimoto. She was talking to a skank next to her when I saw Morimoto look at something near my direction. I followed his gaze and saw him staring at Takashi, who was staring at me.

Morimoto never really did like the fact that Takashi was so stuck on me doing favors for the Yakuza. He wanted to be the second in command. I think that's the reason why he and I don't get along.

Takashi nodded his head at me. I hesitated to acknowledge him at first but nodded back in return. He gestured to the Charger and I let my gaze drift back to the car that was begging for a fix. I knew what that meant.

He wanted to race.

I purse my lips in agitation. The car is beautiful, naturally. Hard muscle cars aren't exactly Takashi's style, which made me quite curious as to why he wanted this car. However, curiosity leads to danger. Danger leads to drama.

Still, why can't I deny the pull of cars? The danger of when the cops raid the place, everyone scrambling to barely escape. There is so much on the line, it's sort of thrilling. The adrenaline that kicks into your body when you go behind the wheel. It's like a fix. A fix that I need to feel every once in a while to be sated.

This is one of those moments.

I felt my eyes go to the back of my head before, reluctantly, leaning off my car.

He smiled smugly but not at me, at the driver. I almost felt bad for the guy.

The crowd dispersed for the car to travel to the middle, where DK was settled in. I took the chance to walk over and actually listen to Takashi, for once.

I felt the nerves pop up again. emHe's looking at me.

I walk up to the drivers side and knock on the window. The window slowly rolled down and I leaned down to see his face.

Handsome guy, in his late teens. By the smirk that was worn tightly on his face, I'd say he was fairly confident that he would get some tonight.

emCocky asshole. You won't be smiling like that in 10 minutes.

I gave a smile, that most likely came off as a grimace, saying, "Pop the hood."

I stood up straight and walked to the front of the car. Through the small gap, smoke was unveiled. My eyebrows raised as I saw the accumulating mist. I opened it to a full 45 degrees and instantly became impaled with smoke. Everyone around the area coughed and gasped. The smell of the burned out gasoline pierced my lungs.

I looked at the Ass when he smiled and said, "She's a little beat up."

I gave a wry laugh, "Yeah, no shit."

I felt Twink stand next to me to give me my tool box and I immediately took out a socket wrench. He messed it up pretty bad. It took a few minutes and some grease to have it just capable of racing.

"Is she as good as new?" I heard the Ass say in what I think was supposed to be a seductive voice, he put his hand on my waist.

I looked up, not amused, grabbed the hand that was inching towards my butt and pushed it away roughly. He looked to the hand I pushed away before grinning and leaning in closer.

I took that moment to lean off the car, reach for the top of the hood and pull it down real hard. He was caught off guard and quickly moved his hand so his fingers that were leaning on it, wouldn't get crushed.

"Wanna race or not?" I ask him, leaning back on the car.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "You, princess? Why the hell not."

I scoffed, "Not me, asshole."

The smile didn't waver once, even as Takashi came in his line of sight.

"Me." DK says unnerved.

"You sure you can handle her?" Asshole says unwisely. Slight giggles and murmurs spread against the crowd from his jab. I even had to, unsuccessfully, contain my grin at his embarrassing threat.

"You're new here, aren't you," A voice said, uninterested. The crowd laughed while Asshole remained unfazed. I look to the voice and saw that it was Han. He had a bag of chips in his hand, putting one in his mouth. I sat up straighter against the car, now self-conscious.

"How much?" Asshole asked smiling, still confident.

DK chuckled and said, "Car for car."

"Car for car?"

"Car for car." He confirmed.

The guy smiled and said, "Well, alright then. One more thing though."

"And what's that?"

"That beauty over there, becomes mine as well."

He pointed to the right. I found myself following the pointed finger to a Mazda RX7.

DK opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Han saying, "Done."

His smooth and calm demeanor gave me chills down my spine. Takashi has yet to say anything, and frankly, the silence was fucking tiring.

"What do you say, DK?" I say in Japanese, impatient.

He didn't look away from Han, glare deepening as the next words came out of his mouth, "Done."

The crowd cheered as I got off the car and walked towards the guy, smirking. "Good luck, 'princess'." I made sure to give him a good shove in the shoulder.

The track was already set up. A 10-second race. I grabbed 2 skanks away from guys and pulled them off the side. I stood in the middle as the cars followed me, easing to a purred 'stop'.

My left hand pointed to the left.

"Ready," said Skank 1.

Keeping my hand poised there, brought down my right hand to the right side.

"Set-o," said Skank 2. The car's engine's now revving.

I quickly put both arms down before saying, "Go." The quick whip of forced wind breezed through my hair and the excited energy form the crowd was suffocating.

Everyone raced to the front or ran to get a better look. I felt someone grab my arm and pull me towards the Mazda. I look at the hand and followed it to see Han's collected face. My eyes widened in surprise. We leaned on the hood of a car in silence before he spoke.

"What's your name?" he asked, still not looking at me.

"Megan- but call me Meg."

"Does Meg have a last name?"

I'm taken aback my his unexpected jest before saying, "Cute. How about I get a name first?

He looked at me, surprise evident on his face. After a short-amount of silence, he smirked, " Han Lue."

I grinned, knowing I has his full attention. "It's Kreuk."

"I like you, Meg. I can tell you're not like most chicks in Japan," he says keeping eye contact with me.

My heart skipped a beat. "I bet you say that to all the ladies," I joke.

He grinned and I smiled at him before continuing, "Listen, I was wondering if you can do something for me."

The grin now gone, he put a chip in his mouth. "I'm listening."

"Twinkie messed up my bike real bad. It needs some repairing. I heard you were the man for the job."

"You own a motorcycle but don't repair them?" he said smartly.

"It's called an infatuation, not a job." I replied.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I don't do bikes," he shrugged absentminded.

I frowned. "Twink told me you could do it."

"I never said I couldn't do it, just said that I don't." he says with a lopsided smile.

I squinted my eyes at him. I straightened up, "What can I do?"

He crumpled up his empty bag of chips and said, "I heard that emyou're a mechanic. I need an extra set of hands in my shop."

Great. Another business proposition.

I was about to decline but saw that he was looking at me patiently, waiting for an answer.

You don't do drama, Meg.

My eyes closed in resignation before sighing out, "Fine."

He smirked, leaned off the car and said, "First thing tomorrow."

I distinctively heard cheers and screech's of tires. He walked away from the car once he saw Asshole, who lost, walking towards me. I stared after Han as he walked to DK, who was getting out of his car.

I can't help but let the grin slip on my face.

The guy in front of me was furious and holding out his keys. He dropped them into my hands and stomped towards the start of the parking lot, walking home apparently.

"Pleasure doing business," I called without looking at him.

I glance up and see Han smirking at me.

What did I just get myself into?