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As I step out of my car, I'm met by a crowd of people. All of them dying to get my attention. I ignore them and instead, head towards my best friend and Partner in Crime, Joseph Michaels. You see, Joseph and I grew up together. Our parents are best friends so, in turn, we are best friends. Jojo's a very handsome man. At only 23 years old he has had many offers with different modeling agency's. Though, he never accepted them. He never gave a reason as to why.
"Hey Les!", he exclaims as he engulf me in a hug.
"Hey Jojo, you ready for this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. How much you putting in?"
"Pinkslip.", I simply reply. He steps back, eyes wide.
"Pinkslip? The one to your car? Your most prized possession?"
"Please, I know I'm going to win. These fucker's ain't got nothing on me. I'm the best racer in all of Cali."
He reluctantly agrees with me and mutters something about how one day he's going to beat me in a race. Ha! Like he ever could. Racing is in my blood. It's my heart and soul. The only thing that makes me feel like I am truly alive.
I light a cigarette and make my way over to Ace. Ace is the one who deals with the bets among the racers. He's leaning against his 2006 Camaro ZL1, sorting through all the money the rest of the racer's put in. He looks up as I approach and a wide, toothy grin spreads across his face.
"Hey sugar, what's up?" he says.
"Nothin' really. Came to race, obviously. How much was put in?"
"Well, we've got 3 other racers and they each put down a whole lotta cash. So we're talkin' about 16K. What you puttin' in?"
"The pinkslip to my car. I don't have much cash right now. Had to pay off a couple of tickets plus the rent on my apartment."
"Damn, good thing you're racin' then am I right? Oh, by the way we got a hot shot racin' tonight. Some rich ass white dude. Strange accent though, tried to place it but couldn't. Said his name's... uh... what was his name? Shit, think it was like Adrian or some shit. Look's like he never raced before by the looks of 'im. He's all prim and proper lookin'."
Interesting...
After handing over my pinkslip, I head over to my 1998 Skyline to bring to the start line. (A/N: Yes, just like Brian O'Connor's car from Fast and Furious.)
Once I get to the start line I get out since we had to wait for the roads to finish being blocked off and for the police to be distracted for a little bit. I look to my left and see, lo and behold, the guy that Ace was talking about. He's leaning against his car, an orange 2001 Supra. (A/N: Again, yes another car from Fast and Furious lmao)
I saunter over, determined to see what lay just underneath the hood. Once I reach his car, I reach to pop it open. He gets up and grumbles out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my car."
"Relax bitch. If you expect to be at a street race, you gotta get use to strangers coming up and checking out your engine."
He mutters something under his breath, but with all the chatter, music, and revving I couldn't quite make it out. I open his hood and stop in my tracks. Whoever this guy was wasn't just rich, rich was an understatement. I expected little to none modifications especially illegal ones. Snobby, rich assholes normally come to these races expecting to win just by their car alone, but this guy? He knew what he was doing. He had to have put at least $500,000 into this car, maybe more. Looks like I might have some competition after all...
