Just Like I Had

The Beginning.

¥Lex¥

The rain poured on me as I walked down the street. I pulled my hoodie with some random college on it closer to my body, trying to keep some type of heat. The wind whipped and my hair plastered itself to the side of my face, I tried tucking it back into my beanie but it would just fall back out.

I'm Lex, I'm 17. I was kicked out of the house a few months ago by my drunken mother. It's alright though, she was a cunt anyways. I don't cry and whine about everything than all the other little bimbos do when they break a nail.

I stay wherever I can, lately it's been my friend Kerris house, but she's got this new boyfriend who gives me weird vibes. So I'm not sure that's going to work much longer.

You're probably thinking, 'Where's your father? Can't he take care of you?' No, he can't. He's six feet under, which is a reason mother drinks. But it's been like that for ten years.

The rain slowly stopped as I approached the racing area. Basically it was a bunch of tents and stuff set up, people had tables and chairs or even the tail gates of their trucks. There were cars everywhere, parked or on with engines running. Skanks with shorts too short and crop tops ten sizes too small were everywhere too.

The area were we race was from Baker Street, down around the cliff, all the way to Crest Avenue. It was about two miles with major bends and turns. Other than going fast, the biggest thing to do was not get caught. Street racing is very illegal, seeing as how the racing area belongs to the city.

I walked towards an area I new very well. I was here every Friday with my "Crew". Well, they were a crew, I was just kinda there to race. The only person I really liked was Beth.

"Lexi Poo!" Speak of the devil.

"Hi Beth." I was engulfed in a hug by the elderly woman.

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Beth- She's an old woman, Around 70, with Bright pink hair and tattoos. She the street racing queen. Her late husband, James, was the king, but he died a few years ago. They were the Bonnie & Clyde of their time. Everyone wanted to be them, to be free spirits like them. But everyone was too scared to actually do it.

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"Okay hun, I hate to rush you. But you need to change." She said, taking in my soaked clothing. She threw some clothes at me and I went into the tent. When I came back out I was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, some short jean shorts, and black vans. I had my signature black cross around my neck and the rings I always wore.

"Gorgeous." Beth was a people pleaser, she could always make you feel good about yourself.

"Alright, before race preps." Beth started saying and handed me my keys.

"My purple beauty?" I asked, referring to my car, she nodded. My purple beauty was a purple BRZ, we re-did it and made it able to accelerate more than usual. Oh, it's also completely decked out in purple.

"Okay, remember. This is James' road." She said, she had a sad look in her eyes.

"I know." I smiled and pulled her into a hug. This is the race James died in, he crashed into a pole and was launched 100 feet. He died immediately.

I glanced around look for competition, anyone who seemed like they could beat me. Most people here were drug addicts, they look like they crawled out of bed this morning, smoked a light bulb, then wandered down here.

There was only one person who caught my eye.

He stood on the other side of the street, leaned up against a wall. He was blonde and his hair was gelled up into a quiff. Shirtless and sexy, he had the faint outline of abs, muscly arms, but not too big. He wore low hanging jeans, you could see the band of his Calvin Klein boxers. He had high-top, black Nikes on his feet that were slightly beat up. My eyes trailed back up to his face, where I locked eyes with his blue ones.

Normally I hated blue eyes, I had blue eyes and I thought they were so ugly. So dull and boring, but on him they were Perfect. They were sparkly and full of life. He had a crooked smile on his face, either because he caught me staring, or because his friends said something funny.

He was so mesmerizing, I couldn't look away.

The one thing I loved about these races, besides racing, was the music. They blasted the best songs and I loved it. Right now they had 'All Eyes On You' By Meek Mill & Nicki on.

I started singing Nickis part and dancing around Beth, she giggled at me and rolled her eyes, calling me Crazy.

I looked over at the blue-eyed boy from across the road, he was staring at me with a smile on his face, he was singing Meek Mills part, Just like I had, then when they both started singing, so did we.

She was the baddest (He was the realest)

We was the flyest (We was the illest)

I was the realest (I was the baddest)

We was the flyest, up in the buildin'

At the end of the song i was laughing, I've never done that before.