Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

3

Camilla

Reality rushes over me as the stinging cold water runs down my bare body. It was almost midday, and my day was just getting started.

I ran my fingers through my now soaking hair, coating it in my vanilla scented shampoo.

I stared down at the stained white tiles beneath my toes, scrubbing at my scalp, washing out the rest of the strongly scented substance. I brought a soft soap to by body, washing off the remaining cologne from the night before.

As my shower came to an end, I wrapped a large fluffy towel around my frame covering as much as I could from the cool crisp air arriving through the bathroom door.

My phone buzzed notifying me that I had received a text. Shuffling over to my messily made bed, I unlocked it.

1:30am. This Friday on the straights. 30K. Be there, Mark.

I reread the text about three times over in my head, making sure it sounded legit. 30 grand? And this is tomorrow night? I've never raced for that much before. I hesitantly replied, letting Mark know I'll be there.

I quickly threw my sopping hair up in a bun before slipping on a white plain T-shirt, a pair of blue jean shorts and sandals. If I was going to be racing for that much, I wanted to go out and modify my car a little.

I shoved the eight thousand dollars I made just under 24 hours ago deep into my handbag, calling an Uber as I made my way out the front door.

I took always took an Uber around LA because I'd been too afraid of being caught out in my race car.

People knew very little about Cam Cuda, and to be seen having a girl driving his car around town would bring up too many questions.

Twenty minutes after the Uber ride I thanked my driver as he dropped me in front of a very popular store, full of the best motor sport parts money could buy. I pushed open the doors, stepping into my comfort zone, smiling at all the bits and bobs that surrounded me.

Sniggering caught my attention, as two tall men stood by the counter laughing at my appearance in the shop. I dropped my head down, feeling somewhat embarrassed in their presence. I darted towards the isles browsing along, and picking up a few certain parts I needed.

I walked towards the counter, holding the multiple pieces in my arms placing them carefully onto the bench. The man scanned through my items, chuckling as he did.

"So, whats a girl like you doing in a shop like this?" The man roughly spoke staring down me intimidatingly, but a comment that isn't uncommon for me.

"Just picking up a few things I guess," I tried to play dumb, as if I wasn't well educated with what I was purchasing.

"Err, these are parts for like, street cars. Girls don't street race," He kept looking down at me questionably , waiting for a reply.

"I don't street race, these are for my... Boyfriend," I made up a quick lie, handing him the desired amount of cash. He handed me back my items and I quickly left the shop, feeling shaken up.

A shift in the wind brought me back to reality, pulling up the Uber ap on my phone organizing a ride home.

After a slow journey through the traffic filled roads, I finally made it back to my abode. Eagerly I headed straight to my garage, placing my possesions on a long bench against the back wall of the room. A smile crawled onto my lips, ready to upgrade my baby to its full potential.

Justin

"Hey man, Mark texted Cuda. The race is ready," Za yelled from the distance between my door to my bed. Uncovering from the heavy blankets I held up a thumb, letting him know I heard his message.
"Thanks brother," my morning voice crackled, as I heared the door gently shut.