The story of Jasmine and Chris Brown

The race

The next morning one of the disposable phones goes off. It's Ross.

                                                U still in 4 da race?

                                                             Ross

            I look over at Chris. “You sure you want to do this race?” I ask.

“Of course.” He says through a yawn. I send him a text back.

                                                Of course we are

                                                            Jasmine

            I put the phone back in the chest of drawers next to the bed and roll over. I put my head on Chris' chest. I feel kinda sick, but not throw up sick, just sick.

“I don't feel right.” I tell Chris.

“You're probably just excited for the race tonight.” He says. He gets up out of bed and goes to get in the shower. I roll onto my back. I really don't feel right! I close my eyes and try to sleep it off.

“Jasmine, darling. Wake up...” Chris says, he has his hand on my shoulder and the other one holding a towel to his hair. A strange thing he likes to do despite the fact he has really short hair. He takes the hand off my shoulder and puts it on my forehead. “Well you don't feel hot....”

“I'll be fine.” I grumble as I sit up on the bed. I pull on my robe and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. The taste of the toothpaste makes me gag. But I don't tell Chris.

            A few hours later we pull up at the appointed place for the race to start. Several cars are already there. Before the race there's always a bit of time before where everyone shows off their cars, according to the paper Ross gave me anyway.

            Chris revs the engine and a bunch of girls in skimpy outfits rush around the Bugatti. A few guys follow. He puts the car in show off mode, lowering the suspension. As the car lowers I feel a bit sick. But it passes.

            Chris plays music from his impressive sound system and flashes the lights, giving me a headache. I get the bottle of water out my bag and take a few gulps of it.

“I'm just going to the bathroom.” I tell Chris before I slip off out of the crowd.

            The cars lined up before the race began. We spot Drake and Cassie getting into a chrome car. I guess that that's Maddie. Well, Maddie, prepare to lose this one! A guy stands in the middle of the road and tells the crowd who everyone is. I spot Ross in the crowd, he waves and mouths good luck to us.

            I wasn't sure when to tell Chris. But I don't think now's the right time.

“Put this on.” Chris gives me a helmet.

“Really?”

“I wouldn't be able to do this if you weren't safe, baby.” He says, looking me in the eyes for a moment.

“Fine.” I say. “Only if you wear one.”

“I had a feeling you'd say that.” He replies, putting on another matching helmet.

“Chris.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Angel.” He says as the pistol goes off. Not like a normal starting pistol. Someone actually fired a bullet. I flinch at the loud sound.

            It's between us and Maddie for the whole first half of the race. But then we somehow get ahead!

            The finishing line is in sight. But then Maddie overtakes us. I get too excited and start shouting.

“Come on Chris! Do it for the baby!” I cry out.

“The WHAT?!” He says, risking a second to look at me. I just nod. A grin floods his face and he floors the pedal. The Bugatti bombs it down the street and 158MPH. Overtaking everything in sight! Even cars not in the race! We speed past the finishing line and Chris spins the car into a nearby car park. Like in the movies when the car does a 180 before stopping. It feels so amazing to be in a car when it's doing that! As soon as the car stops Chris kisses me. Hard. People flood around the car, its engine still running. But we don't notice.

“When did you find out?” Chris asks me. A great light in his eyes.

“You know when I went to the bathroom...” I get the test out of my bag. Chris takes it and stares at it for about thirty seconds. He gives it back and I slip it back into my bag.

“That's great news!” He says, the smile never leaving his face. As I smile back a tear runs down my face.

            We get out of the car and the huge crowd cheers loudly. We both smile for two reasons; firstly, we're having a baby! Secondly: We won the street race! Chris pulls me to him and kisses me. It starts to rain. I look up and a raindrop lands on my nose. I close my eyes and think myself lucky that I have a guy like Chris in my life.