She's the Driver (Jack Gilinsky FanFiction)

Chapter 1

I keep the gas pedal centimeters from the floor, shift into gear, and turn the corner of the track. I can feel the vibration of the engine of Bugatti Veyron. My boyfriends dad asked me to find the top speed on the car. I speed past the starting point and see John cheer in the left side mirror and slowly push the brake pedal down and pull into the garage of the dealership. I turn the engine is off and open the butterfly doors, taking my helmet and gloves off.

"254" John yells running into the garage of the dealership.

"Really?" I yell back to him, like really I wasn't even paying attention to the speed, driving that car was just amazing! He nods standing at the door.
I run up to him and jump up, wrapping my arms and legs around his neck and waist. My driving suit is half way on, just around my legs.

"Oh my gosh! That was amazing!" I say kissing him. Still carrying me, he walks over to the tool table and sits me down.

"Maybe tomorrow I can talk him to letting us race a few cars!" He says winking, which mean it will probably happen. I stand up and hug him tightly.

"Oh my gawd I love you!" He says putting his hands on around the bottom of my face and kisses me slowly, I close my eye and just hope the kiss never ends.

"I love you too." I say in return, feel his lips on my four head. I talk off my suit, with my clothes in under it.

"Come on, let's go eat now." I say grabbing his hand and we walk of the garage and through the dealership doors so I can give his dad the keys.

"Dad, top speed.." I cut him off.

"254" I laugh, I love messing with him.

"Wow! Casey that's some driving!" Mr. Andrews says in return. I hope you wore your suit and helmet." I nod. "Good!" He says and walks over to a costumer entering the store. John and I walk out of the store, past the row of cars on display and toward my baby, a navy 68' Ford Mustang, built by my dad. He works as a mechanic, taught me everything!

"You know I could get you a much better car, even a brand new Mustang!" John says, making fun of my car again.

"Nope!" I say grinning at him as the engine growls to a start, I love that hum.

"Why not?" he asked. The car starts moving and I pull out of the dealership and onto the road.

"Because it's the car my dad and I both built!" I say focusing on the road. "I'm not trading it! And he wouldn't be happy!" I added. My parents got a divorce when I was younger, like 4 I think, anyway I don't remember why but my dad got custody and my mom moved back to her home town, Omaha, Nebraska. We stayed down here in Tennessee!

"Haha, true. Let's just eat!" he grins as we pull into the restaurant.

**Skip to after meal**

"Thank you for lunch!" I say as we walk out, our fingers intertwined together, nothing could mess us up!

"Anytime babe!" he says holding my hand tightly, we walk to my car and I get into the passenger sit so John can drive. The ride was silent, but a comfortable silence. Well it was comfortable until I got a call.