Beauty and The Beast (Not Your Average Girl Meets Boy)

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Present day...

"Alright I want a clean race. That means no short cuts, no weapons, no gang related violence, and no running people off the road," the girl in front of us shouted over the loud sound of the engines. I wasn't focusing on her though; I was more focused on the flag in her hand. The white bandana held the key to me winning the race.

"Racers are you ready!" she shouted as all the cars' in line engines roared with life. One by one she pointed at each of us behind the wheel and in return we revved our engines to signal we were ready. "Ok. One. Two. Three." With the final number called she took her flag girl bow and dropped the flag.

Adrenaline. Pure adrenaline. That is how you describe the feeling I had behind the wheel, it was like flying and going in slow motion at the same time. One by one each of the cars in front of me would come into focus slowly but surely I was making my way up to the front of the pact. Down Main Street, and around the turn tunnel at tucker I could see the opening. Jasper was leading which wasn't a surprise. He always had the lead... at first. Just a split second too soon and the race would be over I would lose, I had to time everything perfectly. With the last home starch of the race coming into view jasper hit his noss button and accelerated down the road; smiling to myself I knew he had made the mistake I was waiting for. Hit that noss to soon. Two seconds later I hit my button. Soaring past him in the nick of time. The race was over, the pot was mine and I had yet another victory under my belt. I Belladonna Copperson, or Bell for short, am becoming the best female street racer the city of los angles has ever seen.

"Alright, alright everyone, this is what I call a race!" my good friend Maggie called out "lets here it for the one and only beauty Bell" that was my racing name (not by choice I might add) kind of like beauty and the beast, its supposed to be ironic. Everyone was still cheering, except for one kid, he actually looked scared out of his mind. It wasn't like a goodie good to come to our side of the tracks, let alone cheer or be anywhere near an "illegal" street race. Weather a racer or a watcher something was off... but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Hey!" damn, was my only thought, jasper. "Would everybody shut the hell up? With that everyone calmed down, turned, and looked at Mr.-high-and-mighty

"What do you want jasper" I spoke up (no way I was going to let him ruin my victory)

"I want a rematch! Buuutie" he always did that emphasize my name. Why you might ask? Because he knew my real name. And in the racing world there was one of three reasons someone knew your name. 1. You were related 2. You have known each other during outside events and become friends. Or 3. And this is my favorite you dated, married, or other close personal relations with someone. Can you guess which one is the right answer?

"EVERYONE GET OUT NOW! COPS! COPS! COPS!" someone in the crowd yelled. One by one and all in a blind hurry everyone scattered from the approaching red and blue lights... well accept that one kid. I was already halfway to my car. I had a clean break for freedom... I went back for him anyway.

"Hey come with me!" I shouted

"Who me?" he looked shocked, like he couldn't move

"Yes you! Now if you don't move I'm running you over with my car!" I tried to sound threatening to get the point across.