The Life of Jessie: Thug Life?

Need for Speed

Chapter 12

Junior's POV

"Yeah, I'll be there in 5...uh huh...okay bye," I say, quickly hanging up on Rebecca. I didn't have time to waste with her and her drama. I was on my way to the street races, that were held every Monday night. It was the only place I could really clear my mind from everything that was going on around me and being around Rebecca was just going to be the toping to make me flip. I was slowly losing my mind and for what, for someone that didn't give two shits about me. I knew I was being stupid, when I had a girl waiting and wanting me right now but, I didn't want her. I wanted Jessie, I wanted her to be the girl in my arms but she easily dismissed me as if I wasn't human at all.

But I couldn't be angry with her though, I was angry at myself, for letting my emotions get in the way and letting things slip out of my big ass mouth. For coming at her the way I did and in someway I didn't even feel bad about it, when I should have. She hardly came around and when she did she would stay clear from me. She would only come by to see Pedro (Inks'), Omar, Jesus and the rest of the crew but with me, she acted as if I did not even exist.

I let out a groan, running my hand over my face, this crap was seriously stressing me out and it shouldn't be. I floored on the gas, swerving in and out of the cars and not caring if I were to be stopped by the cops, I was to frustrated to care about the pigs. It was a long way to the races that were held somewhere in Central L.A, that no cops would ever find out. Most of the racer I knew pretty well, only because I fixed some of their cars and others were in my crew or O.G's of the gang I was in.

as I pulled into the abandon streets, I could hear the music and roaring of the engines. Slowly the view emerged in front of me, the sight before me was always just like the last time I was here, and with only a few things was different. The only difference, were the new cars and different paint jobs; slowly driving through the crowd of people that showed up, watching them make way for me to pass through. I was never the one to brag about myself but I felt at peace when I came here, it was the only thing I knew best and was good at.

Parking beside my homeboy Johnny, I stepped out of the car, without bothering to cut the engine off. Making my way around to the hood, I pop it open so others could take a look at it when they passed by it, it was kind of a thing for some here. Coming back around, I reach into my car and turn up my music to the max, letting "1st of the Month" by Bone Thug-n-Harmony blast throughout my system. I reach under my door handle, for the button to pop the trunk open, to show off my system. Yes, I was doing all of this to the max but I was in my world and I knew my skills in hooking up system and art details. The paint job I did to my car was different from others, some had flame, others had naked woman, and some just looked down right pitiful. Mine was a 62 Chevy Impala 409 SS low rider, on 22" rims only because I used it for racing if not, I would have it low to the floor. It had a Smokey black paint job, but on the trunk of it was a custom made Aztec warrior and calendar. Most cars here were speedsters but me, I kept it low, I always went by this saying that said "if it ain't low, than its no go," cheesy but it stuck.

"Que onda carnal (what's up bro)?!" Johnny shouts loud enough for me to hear him over the music as he made his way over to where I was.

"How's it going homie?!" I say giving him a hand shake and bringing him into a bro-hug.

"You know, same shit every day," he simply says with a shrug.

"You still dealing with your baby momma drama?" I say laughing at his predicament.

"Bro, that shit isn't funny, she won't let me see my kid. All she wants is money, so she can spend it on herself," he huffs.