Defenceless Against Love. (Don't Give Up)

Chapter 1: A Minor Dance

Jess, Em and I were standing in a corner of the gym, where a really minor, spring dance was happening.

This dance wasn't major but it was fun. For everyone else. I was bored but Jess was waiting for someone to ask her to dance. Em was on her phone texting some people about our next race. Yeah we did that. So? I don't see a problem until you end up in jail. Which I've been to 7 times now? I can't remember. But Jess and Em haven't been in jail. At all. They always bail me out.

"I'm gonna get a drink. Want one?" I asked Jess. She shook her head and held up her bottle of redbull. I didn't bother asking Em because she already had her coca cola can in another hand. While texting with her left hand. Which was her non dominant hand. She could even put makeup on while texting and holding the coke can I bet! I don't know how, I just assume she can.

Em was wearing a silver dress, black shoes with a bow on them and a silver leaf jewellery set that I picked.
Jessy was wearing a bright purple dress that had silver glitter black high heels and matching makeup that Em picked out.
I was wearing a black dress that had a triangle cut showing a bit of my cleavage it also had a cut on my back, the dress was a bit poofy and I had black wedged shoes to match that Jess picked out.

I walked to the table that had all refreshments on it and grabbed myself a can of rubicon sparkling mango. I love it. When I got back I saw the they both got asked to dance and had left their bags with me. I sighed, putting their bags with mine where it was hidden. Em's had a silver one with a small crystal heart on it, while Jess's one was grey with silverish glitter. Mine was black with a bow. I looked over to see Em dancing with a brown haired, blue eyed boy. I recognised him as Connor, one part of the trio, the three 'bad boys' of school. I scoffed and looked away only to find Jess dancing with a brown haired, green eyed boy. Aaron Finley was the second 'bad boy' in the trio.

I couldn't see the last and always the least, bad boy. The 'most important'. I quickly scanned the room and sat down with my drink, scrolling through Instagram, when a hand snatched my phone. I slowly raised my head with a death glare at whoever was standing in front of me. It was Blake Carter. With his signature smirk on.

I stood up, almost his height, and got right in his face. "Do you want your hand?" I asked him with a challenging look. He just scoffs, smirks and says "You wouldn't dare, you don't know who I am." He said, confidence radiating of him. Oh you don't know who I am. He grabbed my hand just as I was about to sit, pulled me away from my table outside the gym doors and said "Better keep a look out, Princess, just in case." And he looked at me, winked and walked off. I walked back to my table, where Jess, Em, Connor and Aaron were sitting. "Sup peeps, how y'all doing?" I got a weird load of mumbles and 'yeahs'. Ain't these lot dead then, I thought with raw sarcasm. Ping Ping! My phone had a text. Getting it from the table where Jess was sitting, I looked at it. It was a text from Alana, our guardian. She just adopted us when we were around 4. We aren't blood related, we've just been friends since we were young. Hey honey, I'm leaving to go to New York for this year, Jess and Em are 18 and are allowed to look after you and themselves. Please come home safe, I'll call when I land. Love ya xxx. I sighed, another business trip. Alana was tiring herself with an overload of work... "You have a race tomorrow and next Sunday and also a fight next week on Wednesday. We're gonna go with you to the garage then go shopping for tomorrow." Em whispered to me. I nodded back and told her about Alana, she commented the same as I did.

*_*_*_*_10.05pm_*_*_*_*

The dance had 45 minutes left and I wanted to get to the garage to check everything with my babies is alright.
Yes me cars and bikes are my babies.
I have:

1. A black Chevrolet Camaro ZL1
2. 1995 Toyota Supra Turbo in bright orange (I use it so rarely it doesn't need a fix up.)
3. A lime green Lamborghini Gallardo
And a red Ferrari 488

Now for the bikes:
1. A violet and black Yamaha YZF r1
2. Kawasaki Ninja ZX 14R in navy blue
3. A BMW S 1000 RR white with purple.

I worked my bum of for all these cars and bikes. Took me two full years and a lot of races, plus the street name 'Queen' and a load of money. First I just needed the cash now I need the rush. Jess and Em race too but they stay low all the time. They have street names too. Jess is Death. And Em's is Raven.

The dance ended and we all hopped into my midnight blue 1997 Mazda RX7. This was my casual car, like for school or shopping. Or other random little crap. Jess and Em were already in the car, I had to use the ladies room quick before we left. Tmi? Don't care. Just as I suspected all the boys were hovering around my baby and if they didn't get there hands off soon, someone was going to find it very hard to hold anything. 

"Aye!! Get your filthy hands of my baby!!" I shouted over to the boys. They're heads just snapped over to my voice and I smirked at them.

"This is YOUR car?!?! I thought it was Connors!!!" One blonde dude said back. I scoffed.
"Yeah because Connor would be able to get a car like this!" I said, my voice heavy with sarcasm. The boys looked astounded so I smirked and went in my car.

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Sup unicorns!! I hope this is okay. I hope you are okay! I've thought of a completely new concept and I hope it's better the the other one....(?) anyways....

Until next time,
💜Tanya Queen💜