AN: Please enjoy another chapter and that I did not wait a year to actually post this.

I dreaded coming to work in the shop, but I really needed the money. My parents were running low and the money I was winning from my races was not enough to keep up with everything. Not to mention Don doesn't let me race too often. So on top of working at the garage, I work at this dank ass grocery store up the block. But I actually get paid here to stock shelves.

After school I would go to work at DT's till six, then from there I would come and work at the grocery store till 10. Then I would come home and try to get some homework done, but most of the time that never happened. I would work weekends at DT's and Sundays I would work at this store.

I was almost done with the school year so it would be easier for me to be maintain the two jobs.

I was organizing some cans on the shelves when I heard the deep voice.

"Letty?" He asked. I eternally cursed myself in this moment. Why did Dominic Toretto have to come into the store?

I bit my lip and slowly turned toward him. He was carrying a gallon of milk, "Um...hey Dom"

I smoothed out my clothes and smiled at him slightly.

"Er...why are you working here?" He asked confused.

"Well, I need to make some kind of money and you don't pay me so."

"Letty... I didn't think you really needed it." He said still confused "how long you been working here?"

I picked up a few more cans and situated them on the shelf. "About 6 months,"

"We've known each other for 6 months."

"Okay, yeah and, Dominic? I need the money, my parents can't afford to pay their bills so I'm stuck having to have a job to help and all the money I make from the races goes toward the bills too. My life is not as easy as you thought Dom." My voice was starting to get louder and I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

I was exasperated and frustrated. I didn't want to tell him because I knew he would not take it lightly. I looked at his face, in deep contemplation.

"Well are you gonna say anything?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I don't think you are telling me everything." He stated

"What is that supposed to mean?" I said looking up at him.

"There is something more that is wrong, tell me." He stood determined to know.

"I have to get back to work Dom," I sighed and picked up a few more cans. He cannot find out this way. He stood there for a few more minutes before nodding

"Okay, What time do you leave?"

"I don't need to tell you."

"Let.." he pushed.

"10,"

"Okay, I'll see you at ten."

He walked passed me and to the registers. I knew that he would be here and would question me when I got out and I was not looking forward to it.

So when I walked out and saw him leaning on his car I panicked a little.

I stopped closer to him and waited for him to speak. We stared at each other for while and didn't say anything for a moment.

"So," I sighed, my hands jammed in my jeans and my head down. God damn, why did he make me feel this way. I feel like a little bitch, this is not like me at all. Maybe it was because I was hiding this from him.

"what's wrong?" he asked still seated on his car, arms crossed and face serious.

"Nothing is wrong," I said biting my lip refusing to look into his eyes. If I did I know I would crack.

"I thought we were friends Let," he said "I know something is wrong and I know your tell when you are lying."

I looked up "Oh yeah, you do don't you shit Dominic"

He stood and walked toward me, "I do know you, better than you think, Letty"

"I don't think you do, you would have figured out what was wrong, Dom"

Grabbing my arms and making me look into his face "Letty, what's wrong?" he put an arm around me pulling me closer "Tell me,"

I swallowed and closed me eyes. He for damn sure was making it so hard not to tell him. Especially when he did shit like this,

"My dad is…" I opened my eyes and looked into his "um…my dad is sick"

"what kind of sick?"

"Like terminal sick."

His face fell and he looked down "Shit, Letty"

"Yeah, so I cannot quit this job, I need something to help out."

He gave me another long look before he said, "Quit"

My exasperation was heavy on my face, "Excuse me? Did you not hear a word I just said to you? What makes you think I can—"

I pulled away from him, and he in turn grabbed one of my crossed arms, "I'll start to pay you, you've upped your skill and are winning every race."

"I don't need your charity Dominic," I said turning but he pulled me back and tilted my chin up to meet his eyes, so he knew I was serious. Always with looking him in the eye.

"Listen kid, you do not need to be doing this much work. I'll start to pay you and I'll try and get you more races. I don't want you to wear yourself out"

"I'm fine Dominic really, I don't need you to pay me I can do it. I enjoy the garage and just being there you-"

"End of discussion. You need to quit."

I stared at him for a moment and contemplated what to do. Two things were coming to mind. Number one, I'm not gonna do what this asshole wants. Number two, you need a way to have some downtime and get paid.

I sighed reluctantly, "Okay, I'll do it"

He grabbed my shoulders, "You promise me Let!"

"Okay, Okay I promise I'll do it."

"Good," he replied kissing my cheek. My face turned red at the gesture. "Now, let me take you home, we'll throw your bike in the back,"

I bit my lip and looked after him nodding. The blush still remaining on my cheeks. I would have to get over this crush soon.

Dom was dreamy and definitely a looker but I knew of his non-promiscuous ways and I would not be one to fall for such things, especially from him. Not to mention how much older he is.

I did know one thing for sure, this attraction I feel would probably never go away. And not just this crush I have but the pull of just wanting to be around him. He was a full on magnet, and he definitely changed me.

AN: So, I know in earlier chapters Letty has a car, but it is actually her brother's car because she is only 15, her parents don't know she street races. As always please R&R.