𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗕| 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗨

𝟲| 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲

Ginza, Tokyo
5:57PM JST

You stood in the elevator silently with the group of boys. It felt awkward for you since you just met them. You decided to open your mouth.

"Can he race?"You break the silence. All of the boys looked at each other amused.
"Can he race? Do you know what DK stands for?" Karasu speaks up, bending down to your height.

"Dumpster King," you say but then regret it. In your opinion it sounded inappropriate, but it needed to be said.

"Drift King," Otoya he corrects you, leaning against the railing.
"Drift, what is that?" The elevator dings sliding the doors for you to walk out off. The sounds of squeaking came from the cars that drove past. 

"Do you need help translating," Yukimiya jokes. You were led to a dark green Nissan Evo that sat in all it's glory.

"This is the Mother Pearl of the Drift world. Amaya built this from the ground. New engine, shift pistons, NOS gas and a new crankshaft," Nagi says, from playing his game boy.
"In other words, a lukewarm idiot like you shouldn't be driving this. Amaya works hard to make these cars the way they are," Rin added. You roll your eyes entering the car.

"Give me a crash course on drifting," you say. Buckling yourself in, while maintaining eye contact.
"Just break. Use the emergency brake and yank it. Then power over it," Nagi says. You stare at him unsure whether or not he was serious.

"Just don't hurt Amaya's car, okay?" Yukimiya awkwardly chuckles. The group of boys walk off while Rin stays behind. You stare at him wanting to run him over with the car you were lent.

"Don't ruin Amaya's car idiot," he walks off before you could say any kind of remark.
"Okay so basically use the e brake. Easy, this'll be a piece of cake. Just play it cool and go with it," you thought. You drove up to the starting line next to the German man's car. Or you had previously called him, "Hitler."

Both of you rev the engines, trying to intimidate each other. A woman with brown hair, tied up in a braid crown walked up to the starting line.

"Ready? Go!" Both of you drove off down the parking lot. You immediately pull ahead of "Hitler." You look up at the mirror smirking as you drive faster. Little did you realize there were cones making you shift the emergency break. You pulled it too late as the side of the green Evo smashed. The crowd around you gasps as you smash it. The dark blue GTR successfully drifts past you as the man stuck his tongue at you.

You quickly recover driving behind. The crowd began to scamper to the finishing line. You drove faster as you both entered the straight road ahead of you. A sharp curved turn was in your sight as you got ready. The GTR once again pulls ahead neatly drifting as you crash into a line of cars. In the process crushing one of them.

"Shit." You reversed out and drove behind the GTR. He snakes through the curves. He stops facing you through his car. He gestures at you to come at him. You drove forward trailing behind him. The DK enters a tall ramp that runs around in circles to the top. Along the way he held onto the emergency brake tapping on the accelerator pedal.

Finally getting to the top he starts smoking the finishing line as he drives around in circles. The crowd began to cheer. He exits the car as his gang begins to punch his back in celebration.

You on the other hand was still in the roundabout as you crashed the EVO further making it into an absolute wreck. You enter the finishing line as people start running away as if you were going to run them over. Exiting out of the trashed up car  the group of boys look down ashamed but slightly mad. You look over a t the girl that lent you the EVO hoping to meet a face of disappointment. You exit the car as she walks towards you.

"Stick around okay?" She walks off to her gang. "Nagi! Could you please drive me back home?!" She asks the white haired boy as he kept laying with the Gameboy.

"Sounds bothersome," he replies. Before slowly trailing behind her.

It was just past 7:00 pm, meaning you were going to be in trouble. You quickly ran home and yanked the door open . Your mother was sipping a glass of wine as she sat on the couch.

"Where were you?! I was so close to calling the cops! You didn't text or call me!" She yells. You felt a little guilty for making her worry for once. Usually if it's with your father he'd give you a long lecture but wouldn't be exactly worried.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, looking down at your feet. Your mother sighs walking towards you.

"I know you are but if you're racing, don't drive out in the open. Race in the car park," she says, hugging you. You were stunned. How did she figure that out?

"How did you know?"

"Let's say a girlie told me that you smashed her EVO up." That's when it hit you. That girl must have known your mother to tell her this.

"Oh that..."
"Let's leave that to another day. Anyway, did you meet any cute boys?"
"Mom!"
"What? If you end up with one, he'd better be the best."
"I'm 17 for goodness sake!"
"A perfect time to date someone!" The rest of the night consists of you and your mother arguing about your non-existent relationships. 

Tory Speaks
Short chapter! But posting a longer one on Thursday.
Not to sure if people are a day ahead?