Isabella Lopez, a girl from Miami. She got thrown out by her parents and moved to LA. After a week of settling in her new house she drove around, she got to a small shop and met some people there, the first hour of meeting something happened. She wa...
I got a message from Mia saying that there was going to be another street race tonight. I got all exited and told her that I would be coming. I changed into a different outfit and quickly did my hair before running down the stairs to my garage.
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The last time I raced was in Miami and that was about 2 weeks ago. I've always loved street races, ever since I've been a kid I loved sports cars and all that. I've always wanted to compete to one and when I did that. I couldn't stop. It was like a drug to me. The adrenaline when your standing at the starting line, how people are cheering along the side lines and we can't forget the money of course. If you win, you get A LOT of money in just less then 15 seconds.
I quickly got into my car and drove out of my garage to the address Mia gave me. I soon arrived at a big parking lot, it was filled with people and race cars. I parked my car next to another and people crowded my car to look at it. I opened my car-door and stepped out. The moment my legs where out of the car I got whistles thrown at me, I smirked a bit to myself before getting out of the car.
I shut the door and took my sun glasses off to look around. Girls where barely dressed, men stood around their cars or others. Some hoods of the cars where off, exposing the inside. All the engines looked incredible.
I really missed this feeling.
I looked around while I was sitting on the hood of my car with my arms crossed in front of my chest. I made eye contact with a Hispanic man. He had his arms over some girls while he was talking to his friends. He said something to his friends before standing up and walking over to me. My eyes followed his every move.
"Sweet ride." He said as he stopped in front of me.
I stood up from the hood of my car and smiled at him a bit. "Thanks man." I said appreciated.
"What you running under there girl?" He asked me interested why he looked at my car. I just looked at him not answering his question. "You gonna make me find out the hard way?" He asked with a grin.
"Hell yeah." I said with a laugh.
"Your brave, your brave." He said with a smile and walked closer to me. "They call me Hector. I got a last name to but I can't pronounce it so." He said as he leaned against the hood of my car.
"Isabella. I got a last name too but I won't give it to you." I said with a grin making him chuckle and we shook hands.
"Where you from? Never seen you around here before and I for sure would never miss a beauty like you." He said with a charming smile making me laugh a bit.
"I moved from Miami a week ago." I said with a smile.
"Ahh a Miami girl huh?" He said with a smile and sat down on my hood. "You see that one over there?" He asked as he pointed to a car a few feet away from us. The hood was off and a man was cleaning the engine making it shiny. "That's mine. It's my baby. But I ain't cutting her loose tonight." He said and puts his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
