wicked [ON HOLD]

// 01 //

She tilted her head back, the cold drink slipping down her throat. Her eyes scanned the room as she set the drink down, ignoring the babbling coming from the guy next to her. She rolled her eyes, abruptly standing up.

Letty shot him a sickly sweet smile, strutting away in the other direction. Her red dress clung to her curves as she found herself right in the middle of the dancing crowd.

Put your hands on me, baby put your hands on me. If you like what you see, baby put your hands on me.

The annoying, but catchy, song blared through the speakers at the club. Letty followed the beat of the song, hands toying with the ends of her hair.

"The police are here!" Someone shouted, breaking the trance Letty was in. She rolled her eyes, calmly walking out.

It seemed like everyone was oblivious to her. But not Brian O'Conner. As a former ex-cop, he was trained to see things normal citizens wouldn't see.

He slowly began to follow the lady, into a dark alley. She stopped, hands on hips. "Why are you following me?"

He stumbled to a halt, stuttering out a response. She turned around, curls whipping. She laughed harshly, walking towards him.

Her head tilted to the side, a pout tugging at her scarlet brims. Letty slightly lifted her foot, slamming it down on his foot. A groan escaped his lips as he hopped on foot.

"Okay, wait, I just want to ask you something!" He shouted, hands out in front for defence. Of course, he would never hit a girl, but a girl could hit him. And this girl definetly could.

She raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest. "Tomorrow is the Winter Races. Just behind Larry's Auto Shop on Third Avenue." Brian said.

Letty inwardly laughed. She knew what the Winter Races were. She was participating in it. "Yeah, so what?"

"I want you to be there. My friend's racing as well. Dominic Toretto." Perfectly shaped eyebrows flew up as she let out a low whistle. Dominic Toretto was hella famous, and Letty's dream was to beat him.

She nodded slowly, turning back around. She strutted off, stopping at the end of the alley. "See you tomorrow, surfer boy."

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I apologise for hardly updating this story, I had no inspiration for it. But now I do.

I'll be updating every Thursday, or Friday. Maybe even Saturday, depends.

Song // Hands On Me by Ariana Grande

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