From Once To Always | ✓completed

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Macy's Pov-

 I roll over in my bed a few times before finally deciding that I should get up and start unpacking. Of course, the first thing that I did yesterday was pass out on my bed. It's not like I was going to be productive. Most of the house already has furniture in it. More specifically, the first floor. The bottom floor has the kitchen, living room, theater, and some bathrooms.

The second floor will hold most of the gang members, who aren't in high positions while the third will hold my closest members. Some of them being Axel, Arda, Leo, etcetera. The fourth floor is all mine. It's going to hold my room, some guest rooms, and an office. The basement will hold our game room and boxing gym.

Having four to five floors is perfect for a gang house but damn, don't I wish we had an elevator. I sighed as I pushed my hands onto the bad, standing up before I walk over to my unpacked boxes and suitcases while running my hand through my hair. I open the first box and get to unpacking. This should be fun.

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After a few hours, I came up with this.

I flop down on my bed and rest my eyes for a few minutes before flopping over and reaching for my plugged-in phone. I call up a nearby pizza place and order a pineapple and pepperoni pizza. After half an hour my pizza arrives. I set it on the island in the kitchen. Grabbing a paper towel, I go over to the box and grab a slice before closing the lid and leaving it on the counter. I head back upstairs and into my room. I lay down, enjoying my pizza, and turning on my tv to Netflix before settling in for the night.

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Today's the day we've all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen. My cars are arriving! I have a whole collection of cars, ranging from Jeeps to Lamborghini's. Oh, and don't forget the motorcycles. Being a street fighter and racer really gets you a lot of money. Pretty much all of my cars are matte black, I'm a basic bitch.

I hear my doorbell ring and I get up from the living room couch, sliding on my socks to the door. I open the door and sign for my keys. After saying thanks o the delivery guy, I head out to see all of my cars parked in my garage. My garage is practically a whole nother building. It doesn't only hold my cars though. It also holds gang cars, personal cars for the members, and sometimes we need extra room to do repairs.

Excited, I head back inside and get changed into some black ripped jeans and a cropped grey flannel. I put on a pair of combat boots and grab the keys to one of my racing cars. My mom sent me the location of a racing track that holds street races, as well as an underground fighting gym. I walk into my garage and hop into a car, driving off to the racing track.

Taking swift turns, and maybe, just maybe, going a wee little bit over the speed limit, I got to the track in a good eight-or-so minute. I ignore the dirt area obviously meant for parking and drive straight onto the track. I take a slow lap around, analyzing the track and it turns.

After I finished, I parked my car on the starting line and stepped out. I climbed over the fence separating the crowd from the track and walked towards what seemed like an office. I got there and a sign on the window said closed but outside, hanging on the door was race sign-up sheets. I see an open race on the board, someone named Striker. It seems like no one wants to race him so I take that as a sign and I signed up to race against him. I texted my manager, Pat, that I had a race so that he could remind me when the day came.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and continued to walk around, checking out my surroundings before jumping over the fence and climbing back into my car. I recall my memories of the track as I turn on my car and find a comfortable position for my hands on the steering wheel. I start off slow, getting used to the feeling of racing once more and then I speed up. With each lap I do, I got a little bit faster as I slowly memorize the course.

Once I think I've got it down, I go to full speed and do a few laps, being careful to stay in my imaginary lane and drifting when it got to turns. After doing a few I slow back down and stop at the finish line. I reach over to my passenger seat and grab a bottle of water. I take a sip and almost spit it out when I hear a knock on my tinted window. I roll my eyes and step out of my car, standing in front of my door. I keep a blank face as I look at three boys, around my age. Before they can start a conversation, I sharpen my glare. "Don't touch my car."

They all looked slightly surprised that I was a girl telling them to back off. They kinda just stood there staring. "Do you need anything?"

"What?.... How?... Who...," the one on the left said as he was pointing at the track. He was pretty cute, well, they all kinda are. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he was trying to say.

"Excuse him," the one on the right pushed him away, "He means, What just happened? How did you do that? And Who are you?"

"Well, I just wanted to try out the track, so, I did. I haven't raced in like two weeks since I just moved here, and I needed practice. And, who are you?" I returned their question, not wanting to give away my name yet. What? I have a lot of enemies.

"Oh, right. I'm Marcus. The one next to me is Bailey and the idiot who spoke earlier? Yeah, that's Nico." Marcus has dark brown hair as well, almost black, and blue eyes. Bailey has black hair and his eyes are blue, borderline grey. He was still casting glares my way and hasn't said anything. He looks grumpy.

"You said you're new," Marcus carries on a conversation.

"Yeah, came in from New York a few days ago," I said, still keeping my sentences vague. "I better get going," I added on, not wanting to be a part of this conversation anymore. I jumped into my car and drove off of the track, leaving the three boys behind.

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