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“Yeah… yeah, I heard ya. I should be going to Harvard. Blah. Blah. Blah.” I just couldn’t resist. He’ll consider my behavior “disrespectful” and give me a speech on how he’s paying for my entire college expenses and how grateful I should be. Like I said, blah. Blah Blah.

The thing is, I never wanted to go to college. It’s a place where you pay thousands of dollars for an education you can get on youtube for free.

And for what? So I can be an asshole like my father?

No, college is for snakes like him.

I’d rather be driving and working on cars. I still have to learn the latter, but I’ve got the former.

“Listen to me boy, you go around with an attitude like that, you’ll never get anywhere in life,” he says as he looks me dead in the eye with a soul-piercing gaze. “Stop being disrespectful and do what I tell you to. I’m trying to make you succeed in life.”

I grind my teeth and clench my fist as he continues. “I’ve laid out the best path for you. You’ll get your law degree, and practice for a couple of years before running for a seat in the Senate.”

How can he not see that what he wants isn’t what I want? Being a politician is the last thing I want to do. He’s such an asshole. Arguing with him is pointless.

“Fine, whatever.”

“You ungrateful little…”

“Roy, settle down,” my mother says.

My dad sits back and folds his arms in his chest. My mom turns to me. “Honey, we just want what’s best for you.”

No. They want what's best for them. Having two career politicians as your parents is like swimming with sharks. They can smell weakness.

The worst part is that everything I do is put under a microscope. The fact that I already have a rap sheet as long as Santa’s naughty or list doesn’t help. And it’s all compounded by the fact that I’m now the only child they’ve got left to continue their “legacy.”

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of our meal and we’ll continue this conversation another time,” my mother adds.

And that’s what we did. We ate in an excruciating silence for the rest of the trip. Then we got in my parent’s car as their driver drove us back to campus. We stopped at a red light on the way back, that’s when I saw the most souped-up black Ford Mustang ever. It’s got a modded supercharger coming out of the hood. Real nice ass chrome rims, an extra pair of exhausts coming out in front of the rear wheels.

He slams on the gas as the light turns green. The squeal of tires against pavement pierces along with a revved-up engine my ears as she left us in the smoke of his tires and the smell of burnt rubber.

“God damn deplorables,” my father growls as he zips through the news on holo-phone.

At his dorm in Campus

As we pull into campus, my parents give me a hug goodbye and tell me how proud they are of me. Just kidding. They’re as cold as dry ice.

Like always, my dad literally says to me, and I quote, ‘‘don’t fuck it up!”

My straight-faced mother tells me to “just stick to the plan, honey…”

As I walk to my dorm, my first roommate has arrived and is already unpacking. He’s got on a beanie, tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of tan shorts with the side pockets. He’s your typical stoner…

But it could be worst, it could be an airheaded jock.

He took the bottom bunk underneath the bed I’ve already claimed the top bunk bed of. The dorm room isn’t too cramped. It’s got three rooms and a bathroom. The main room has four desks stacked two high. The room on the right has a bunk bed in it. Same with the room on the left. Each of the side rooms have two small closets.

“Ahh, dude! What’s up,” he says all goofy looking with a smile as wide as his muscles can extend. “I’m Frank, bro. But a lot of people call me Chiefer, The Herbalist, The Herbivore, Space Cowboy, High Flyer, Rasta Man, The Enlightened, Mr. Puffer, Bong Buddy, Air Head, Bush Docter, Spleef Bongtoker, Purple Monkey Balls, Reefer Chiefer, or Smokie McPot. But you can call me Frank or whatever. It’s all good, bro.”

“Nice to meet you, Frank. I’m James.”

“Nice, like James Bond, right? How many James Bond movies are out, anyway?” He scratches his chin while he appears to be thinking. I can’t confirm that though. “There’s got to be, like… A hundred.”

I don’t think any kind of thought process happened at all logical or thereof. He’s kind of funny, though. Made me chuckle.

“Don’t worry, dad. I’ll be starting before you know it.” The biggest black guy I have ever seen walks into our dorm followed by an even bigger black guy. Great… A jock is my second roommate. Please don’t be brainless. The younger one looks over at the two of us. “You guys must be my new roommates. I’m Jeremiah.”

“Hey, what up man. I’m Frank. But some people call me Chiefer, The Herbalist, The Herbivore, Space Cowboy, High Flyer, Rasta Man, The Enlightened, Mr. Puffer, Bong Buddy, Air Head, Bush Docter, Spleef Bongtoker, Purple Monkey Balls, Reefer Chiefer, or Smokie McPot. You can call me whatever.”

“Nice to meet you, whatever,” Jeremiah says. Ha! His dad shakes his head. Maybe he might not be all that brainless after all. He’s got a good sense of humor.

“Ha, I see what you did there,” Frank says. “I’m going to have to add that to the list.”

“Alright, son. I love you. Stay out of trouble. Remember what’s important, you’re here on a sports scholarship, now you gotta earn it,” his dad says. “And benefit from it. Your education is just as important.”

“I got this, dad. I love you. Drive safe.” They hug and his dad takes off. Jeremiah throws his bag on the bottom bunk of the bed in the other room. Then he walks over to us.

“So I take it you two have already claimed this room?” he asks.

“I was thinking…” Frank says and looks at both of us for almost a minute.

“What are you thinking, Frank?” I ask.

“Oh right! My idea… What if we bring the other bunk bed in here and make this room just the sleeping room? Then we can have a “study room” and a game room with a big TV!” Frank says as his big goofy smile gets even wider. Honestly… It’s not that bad of an idea. Now that I think about it, it’s a great idea.

“That sounds good to me,” Jeremiah says.

I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m down,”

We go to the other room and lug the bunk bed over and put it against the opposite wall of the other bunk bed.

“I wonder who our fourth roommate is?” I ask.

“I hope he’s not a tool,” Jeremiah says. “I really don’t want any drama.”

“Yeah, no doubt,” I agree. Wow, was I wrong about Jeremiah...

I guess not all jocks are brainless.

“I’ve got a good vibe, this year’s going to be gold, silver, and bronze,” Frank says.

“This is the room, mom!” One of the most feminine voices I’ve ever heard says. Suddenly a small kid bursts into the room loaded up like a pack mule.

He sees us and drops his duffle bag, pillow and the rest of his shit on the floor. “Uh… Hi!”

“Hey man, what’s up. I’m Frank. But you can call me Chiefer. Or the Herbalist. I also go by the Herbivore, Space Cowboy, High Flyer, Rasta Man, The Enlightened, Mr. Puffer, Bong Buddy, Air Head, Bush Docter, Spleef Bongtoker, Purple Monkey Balls, Reefer Chiefer, Smokie McPot or whatever.”

Jeremiah turns to me. “Does he always do that when he introduces himself?”

“I have no idea, just met him.”

“Ooh. I just thought you guys were friends or something.”

“Honey, did you remember to pack enough underwear?” A tall blonde walks in with legs that go for days and a bust that you could drown in. All of our jaws just dropped.

“Yes, mom! I packed plenty of underwear!” The boy says. He’s got messy blonde hair similar to his milf of a mom, soft tan skin and bright blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. He’s a skinny little thing, but surprisingly, he’s got fairly wide hips. Those skin tight khakis show off his shapely legs. Could easily mistake him for a girl. In fact, he’s almost a spitting image of his mom, without the breast of course. And she’s a bit taller. But they share the same blue eyes, blonde hair, tan skin, and feminine features. They both have the same face that you could get lost in. I can’t believe I’m having these thoughts about a boy, but his mom on the other hand… The way she wears those short tan booty shorts that hug her shapely ass.

“You must be my little Leo’s roommates!” His mother says. “You take good care of my little boy.”

“Mom!”

“Oh, don’t be shy. You always avoid socializing. You boys make sure he gets out and has a little fun. Won’t you? Not too much fun though.”

“Oh, don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll take good care of your little boy,” Jeremiah says. “I’m Jeremiah by the way.”

“And I’m James.”

“I’m going to leave now, honey. You take care and call me later today.” She pulls her little boy into a bear hug, suffocating him in her pillowy breasts, before kissing him goodbye and she takes her leave.

Leo’s face is burning bright red as he stands there, frozen in embarrassment.

“Wow… your mom is a milf!” Frank says.

“Don’t mind him, why don’t you make yourself at home,” Jeremiah says.

Leo quickly picks up his things as he looks around. “We’ve already laid claim to the bunk beds, so it looks like your stuck on the top, sharing a bunk with me,” Jeremiah says. “I hope that’s alright.”

He takes a big gulp. It’s obvious he’s nervous. “Yep! That’s fine.”

This kid's going to get eaten alive out here.

“So… what do you guys want to do now?” Frank asks. “I’ve got a shit load of weed if you all want to blaze.”

“Go figure,” I mutter.

“Hell yeah,” Jeremiah says. “I’m down.”

“I’ll pass,” I say.

“That’s cool… What about you, my man?” Frank asks Leo.

“Uh… I… uh… I’ve never done that before.”

“If that wasn’t obvious,” I laugh. Leo turns bright red again.

“Don’t feel like you have to, man. I’m just offering.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll pass this time,” Leo says.

“Alright, we’ll be back in a flash,” Frank says as he and Jeremiah leave.

Leo finishes unpacking. It doesn’t take long before Jeremiah and Frank are back. We kind of just chill for a little bit.

“What do you guys want to do?” Frank asks.

“We should check out the campus. See if there’s anything going on tonight,” I suggest.

“Sounds good to me,” Jeremiah says.

“I don’t know, I really want to get a jump start on my classes,” Leo says.

“Come on, live a little,” I tell him.

“Yeah, college is a time for fun!” Frank says.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Jeremiah says.

“Uh… There’s a lot of things that could happen. I could get beat up. Fights happen all the time in college. I saw a video online of these kids minding their own business and they just get jumped,” Leo says.

“Dude, come on. No one’s going to fuck with you when you’re chilling with me. I’m black and I’m 6’7’’ 230 pounds of all muscle,” Jeremiah says.

“Yeah, he’s got a point,” Frank says.

“I guess… We’re not going to drink, are we? I’ve never gotten drunk before.”

“You don’t say…” I couldn’t help myself. This kid just makes it so easy.

“Don’t worry,” Jeremiah says. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Okay, fine,” Leo relents.

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Touring Campus

Campus is alive as people walk about, probably doing the same as us, looking for some excitement.

“So, Jeremiah. Your dad said you were here on a sports scholarship?”

“Yeah, for basketball.”

“Nice, let me guess, you’re either the center or power forward?” Frank asks.

“No, he’s definitely a shooting guard. I mean, look at him? 6’7’’? He’s definitely not tall enough for those positions,” I laugh.

“Ha, you’ve got jokes,” Jeremiah says.

“Dude, I don’t know… How can you tell he’s a shooting guard?” Frank asks.

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Oooooh. Haha. Nice, man.”

“Wow, there are so many beautiful women here!” Frank gasps. “All of them are in either mini skirts or booty shorts. Some are wearing leggings. God damn. They're everywhere!”

“Keep it in your pants, man,” I laugh.

“I’ve never seen so many ladies,” he says.

“What are you guys going to school for?” Leo asks.

“Basketball. I plan on making it to the NBA,” Jeremiah says. “But if that doesn’t work out, I also plan on getting a business degree.”

“If it were up to my dad, I’d be getting a law degree, practicing law for a couple of years before running for a seat in the Senate.” I scratch the back of my neck. “But that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“So if not politics, then what?” Jeremiah asks.

“Cars. I would love to learn how to build them and work on them. And above all else, race them,” I admit. “This day in age, though, everything is all electrical. Very few cars actually run on gas anymore.”

“Have you ever raced before?” Leo asks.

“Not professionally.” They all give me a look.

“What about you, Frank?” Leo asks.

“I haven’t thought about it. I heard college was the best years of your life. I guess, I just wanted to figure out what’s so good about it.”

“What about you, Leo?” Jeremiah asks.

“I looked at my options. I really like math, physics, and astronomy. Don’t get me wrong, biology and the other sciences are fun too. I don’t mind working with computers either. I would love to work at Prometheus. I heard they’re doing some pretty cool things with nuclear fusion. And they have a pretty neat space program!”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking a lot about this,” Jeremiah says.

“Of course! The decisions we make today will affect the rest of our lives!”

“Dude, those girls are handing out flyers,” Frank says. “We should go see what they’re handing out.”

We stroll up to them and as soon as they see us they jump at the chance to talk to us. “You guys should totally come to our 1st of the year party tonight!” A sexy blonde says. She’s got a nice bubble butt that's barely contained in a pair of athletic booty shorts.

“I don’t know, we’re pretty busy,” I say.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, we’ll come,” Frank says.

The blonde comes up to me and she stares at me with those vivid green eyes. “You look so familiar, have we met?”

“Probably not… I’ve just got that kind of face.” She squints as she concentrates on my face.

“You’ve definitely got the handsome boyish kind of face. I just feel like I’ve seen you somewhere…” She ponders as she starts to tap her foot. Her face lights up. “Oh my god! You’re that kid! Shelly, you remember that boy on the news a few years back? It’s him!”

A redhead with a face full of freckles walks over to us. “Oh my god! You’re that senator’s son who got caught street racing!”

“For the record, I didn’t actually get caught, they didn’t have enough evidence to convict me. Some idiot just uploaded a video to youtube with me winning a race.”

“That’s so cool! You’re like a mini-celebrity. I remember watching that video, it got over a million hits,” the blonde says. “You’re totally welcome to come to our party!”

“Thanks, we’ll think about it.” Gotta play it cool. “It’s nice to meet you both. We’ve got to get going.”

“Wait, we never told you where our sorority house is at. It’s on Hilgard Ave,” the blonde says.

“Awesome, if we’re not busy we’ll check it out.”

We continue our little tour. “Dude, are you crazy? We’ve got to go to that party, man? Those chicks were smoking hot!” Frank says.

“Obviously we’re going,” I tell him.

“Man, he’s just playing with them. He had them eating out of his hand,” Jeremiah says. “Didn’t know you were a mini-celebrity.”

“Neither did I,” I laugh.

“So you weren’t kidding when you said you like to drive cars,” he adds.

“I’ve been in my share of races. Nothing legit though. They’ve all been on the down-low.”

“Wait, you’re Senator Miller’s son, right? The one from Texas?” Leo asks.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Isn’t he a pretty conservative Republican?” Jeremiah asks.

“Yep…”

“Do you share the same views?” he asks.

“I could give two shits about politics,” I admit.

“Aren’t you getting a law degree to become a lawyer and one day take a seat in the Senate?” Leo asks.

“That’s what I tell my dad,” I laugh.

“But… There’s no way in hell I’m doing that. As I said, I’m going to learn everything there is about the mechanics of machines so I can build the cars that I drive. I just have to make my dad believe I’m doing what he wants long enough to get what I want.”

“So I take it he’s paying for everything?” Jeremiah asks.

“Not everything. My dad was pissed when I told him I’m going to UCLA. He said he wasn’t going to pay for it. I got into this school on a full ride academic scholarship. I convinced him that I’ll get my undergrad here and transfer to a school of his choosing for my law degree.”

“So you’re basically hoodwinking your dad,” Jeremiah says.

“Yeah, pretty much.” I hear my stomach growl. “You guys want to get something to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m starving!” Frank says.

The cafeteria was jam-packed full of different places to eat. I just got a salad. Yippie. God, I hate dieting.

As I pick at my pile of leaves, Jeremiah and Frank head on over to the table. Of course, they both have plates full of food. Frank has built a mountain of every deep fried food you could think of. Jeremiah’s got two plates! He must have taken a sample of everything.

Onion rings! They smell so good. A burger with two fat patties of juicy beef stacked under tomatoes and slathered in mayo. Don’t forget the cheese. I see it hiding under that lettuce.

So much food. They can’t possibly eat it all! Could they?

Fuck, even Leo has a full plate of food.

Albeit, it’s all fruits and vegetables.

I hate diets.

“We need to get booze!” Jeremiah suddenly comes to a very loud decision.

“Couldn’t agree more!” Frank says nearly standing up as he leans over the table with his hand raised, looking like an idiot. His face suddenly contorts as if a bunch of gears started spinning before coming to a halting crash. “How do we get booze?”

Jeremiah sets his hand on the table. “Don’t worry, I got a fake I. D.”

“Nice!” Frank says.

Back at the Dorm and to the liquor store

We get back to the dorm. “I just need a ride to the liquor store,” Jeremiah says.

“I don’t have a car,” Leo says.

“Yeah… neither do I,” Frank says.

“Fine, I can give you a ride,” I relent.

“Awesome!” Jeremiah says. “So what do you all want?”

“I’ll take a bottle of fireball!” Frank says.

“I’ve never had alcohol before,” Leo admits.

“We’re not surprised,” I laugh.

“What about you?” Jeremiah asks me.

“I don’t drink anymore,” I admit.

“What? No way!” Frank says.

“Yeah, it’s just a personal thing.”

“Whatever,” Frank sighs.

“Well, I’ll get you a fireball and I’ll just get a half gal of vodka for Leo and me to split,” Jeremiah says.

“Sounds good to me.”

Jeremiah and I head out to the parking lot where my baby’s right where I left her, untouched. As I walk up to her, Jeremiah gives me a look. “That’s your car!”

“Yep, that’s my baby. Eleanor. Ain’t she a beauty? The frame is a 1967 Ford Shelby Mustang GT500.”

“How did you get one of these?” he asks.

“My brother found the frame rusting in a junkyard. He managed to get it from the guy for a decent price. But this is no ordinary GT500. It doesn’t run on gasoline. He scraped the old engine and put in something new. Everything about it is completely upgraded.”

I put my thumb up to the scan pad next to the door handle and it unlocks the car. “My brother put a lot of time and money into Eleanor.”

Jeremiah gets into the passenger seat. “Holy shit,” he says.

“You see, the original 1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 had an internal combustion engine which was spark-ignited and ran on gasoline. My brother took all of that out and created an all-nuclear-powered engine. I think… Honestly, I’m still kind of figuring this all out.”

I put my finger on the thumb pad. It takes less than a second to scan my thumb and startup. It’s crazy how quiet it is. Compared to a combustion engine, it’s practically silent.

“This car is fucking awesome!” Jeremiah looks like he just flew in a jet for the first time. Although, flying in a jet’s got nothing on what it feels like to do a street race for the first time. There’s nothing like it.

I pull out and head over to find the closest liquor store.

Eleonor rides so smooth, it’s as if we’re gliding over the pavement. I find a liquor store two blocks away.

No fucking way! It’s that Ford Mustang I saw earlier. The one with the modded supercharger. I got to see who owns her. She’s a beauty. I bet the guy definitely street races. Why else would you mod it for speed?

Jeremiah walks into the store and I get out of the car and rest on against the door waiting. Out walks a woman in torn up jeans, Nike Jordans, and a black t-shirt that shows off her rock hard abs with Female Fatalities written on it. Oh and she’s got aviator's to top it off.

She walks up to the Mustang's driver's side.

“Is that your boyfriends?” I ask her.

She looks up at me but I can’t see past her shades. A smile rises on the drop dead sexy face of hers. “Fuck off.”

“Oh. That’s your car? Shit. My bad.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” she says with a chuckle. She leans her head forward as her aviators slide down her nose. “That yours, or your girlfriends?”

“Seeing how I don’t have a girlfriend, must be mine.”

Once again, that smile reappears on her face. “Can you drive as fast as you talk?”

“I don’t drive a car like this for nothing.”

“Give me your phone number and put your money where your mouth is.”

“Alright. Deal. I’ve got plenty of money to talk with.” She pulls out her old ass smartphone. After I tell her my number she gets in her car and rolls down the window. “I’ll shoot you a text when we have an opening.” And then she’s gone.

“Dude! Did that girl just give you her number?” Jeremiah says as he walks out of the liquor store.

“Yeah, she wants to race me.”

“Dude, you’ve got game,” he says as we get into the car.

“Ehh, only when it comes to racing,” I say.

We hit the road and end up back on campus. Jeremiah pulls out the booze once we’re back at our dorms.

Jeremiah pours him and Leo a glass of vodka and Sprite while Frank pops open his fireball and takes a poll.

“I can’t believe you don’t drink,” Frank says.

“Yeah, it’s just a personal choice,” I admit.

Leo takes a drink and almost coughs it up.

“Ha, little too strong, huh?” Jeremiah asks.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so… bitter,” Leo says.

“You guys want to play a game?” Frank asks.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” Jeremiah asks.

“Never have I ever?” Frank suggests.

“Fine with me, you guys game?” Jeremiah asks.

“I’ve never played before,” Leo says.

“It’s cool, we all take turns saying things we’ve never done, if you have done them, you have to take a drink.”

“What about me?” I ask.

Jeremiah takes the orange juice and pours me a glass. “Here.”

I take it and Frank starts. “Never have I ever been with two chicks at the same time!”

I take a drink.

They all stare at me. “What? Mexico, senior year spring break.”

“No shit! Dude, you really got game,” Frank says.

“I almost forgot, James got some girl’s number at the liquor store,” Jeremiah says.

“Well, she only wanted my number to race.”

“No way! Girls don’t drive,” Frank says. “She wants your dick!”

“How do you do it?” Leo asks.

“I will just be myself I guess,” I tell them.

“Alright, your turn, James.”

“Never have I ever played basketball.”

“I see how it is,” Jeremiah says as he takes a sip. “Now it’s my turn. Never have I ever been in a street race.”

I take a sip. “Ha, you forgot I’m not drinking booze.”

“True, it’s not as fun without it.”

“Never have I ever had sex before…” Leo admits. We all take a sip.

“It’s cool, man. You’re in college now. Everyone gets laid,” Jeremiah says.

“Never have I ever played a school sport,” Frank says.

Both Jeremiah and I drink. “What did you play?” Jeremiah asks me.

“Baseball.”

“Nice,” he says.

“Alright, never have I ever drank booze today,” I say.

“That’s fucking cheating!” Frank says, slamming his fist on the table and chuckling at the same time.

“Yeah, no fair,” Leo says.

“Hey, you guys know the rules. If you’ve done it, you drink.” They all take a sip.

“The worse part is that there is no way to get you back,” Jeremiah says.

“Sucks to suck,” I add.

The Sorority House

Once they all good and liquored up, Leo more so than Frank and Jeremiah, we finally decide to go out to the sorority party. It’s a few blocks away from our dorm, but as we get close we can hear the music off in the distance.

“Hey, could we exchange numbers in case we get separated?” Leo asks.

“If we’re going to be roommates, I guess we should have each others’ numbers,” Jeremiah says.

“Sounds good to me,” I add.

We all exchange numbers.

As we walk up to the sorority, the lawn is packed with people. Everyone’s got a drink in the hands and the smell of beer and weed fills the air. The house itself is one of those typical rusty clay shingle style houses large enough to hold 7 or 8 rooms. The outside walls are a shade of tan with white trim around the door and windows. It’s got a balcony on the right corner of the building. Music is blaring. I recognize the song from a fairly new rapper called Emerson. It’s got a decent beat. It gets a few people dancing.

We make our way through the crowd and into the house. “Tory! It’s the senator’s son! He’s here!” I hear off to the side. I turn my head to see the redhead in a schoolgirl outfit… Shelley, I think her name is? She rushes up to that blonde we met earlier, whom I’m assuming is Tory. She’s also in a matching schoolgirl outfit with a red and black plaid skirt and white button up top with the bottom tied up in a knot. Tory’s legs go on forever. Thicc too. Not fat, but she’s got thighs. The redhead is pointing over at us. Tory’s eyes go wide as they see us. They both rush over to us. “Glad you came, superstar!” Tory says.

“Yeah, we had nothing better to do. A party sounded like fun,” I say.

“Well, we’re about to do shots, you in?” she asks.

“I don’t drink, but my friends are down.”

She grabs my hand and Shelley grabs Jeremiah. They drag us over where they were standing. Tory pours us all shots and hands us each one. We cheers and I hand mine to Frank who does both.

“Why don’t you do drink?” Tory asks.

“It’s a personal decision.”

“Whatevs… Do you at least smoke weed?” she asks.

“No, not really.”

“Wow, straight and narrow, huh?”

“Not exactly, I partake in an illegal street race every now and then.”

“So you don’t drink or smoke, but you street race…”

“Adrenaline is my drug of choice.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“If you don’t know what you’re doing, it is.”

“I’d love to see you race.” She looks up at me with those sexy green eyes.

“I don’t think it’s a scene you want to be at. It’s not the most welcoming environment.”

“You’ll protect me, won’t you?” she asks.

“Can’t promise anything, especially during the race.”

“Hey, you guys want to play flip cup?” A brunette in a schoolgirl outfit like Shelley and Tory’s asks.

Now that I notice, there are a lot of girls in schoolgirl outfits. Must be a sorority thing.

“Yeah! You guys want to play, don’t you?” Shelley asks us.

“Yes! I wanna play!” Frank says, raising his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll play,” Jeremiah says.

“I’ve never played flip cup before,” Leo says.

“We’ll show you, it’s pretty simple,” Jeremiah says as he wraps his arm around Leo’s shoulder.

“I think we’re going to pass, I’m going to show him my room,” Tory says. Shelley shrugs and leads the boys out to the back. “You’d like to see my room, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure, why not…” She grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs before I know it, we’re in a room, wall to wall in pink. We sit down on her pink bed filled with stuff animals. I’m suddenly having second thoughts about this girl.

I mean, what should I have expected from a sorority girl. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks me.

“Sure.”

She leans and brings her lips up to my ear. “I think you’re so fucking hot and I want to suck your dick.”

My eyes go wide. She sinks her teeth into my ear and gives it a gentle tug. Suddenly she’s all over me. Her lips kiss their way over my cheek to meet mine before she slides down in between my legs.

Sitting on her knees, her hands slide down my chest and abs as her fingers start unbuckling my pants while she stares into my eyes. She pulls my pants down and slides her fingers under the hem of my boxers. A sly grin appears on her face as she wiggles them down, freeing my slumbering cock.

Her fingers wrap around my dick and she starts to stroke it as she brings her lips to my ballsack. She gives it a kiss before giving them a good tongue bath.

My python awakens from its slumber. She kisses up the shaft and licks the tip before taking it into her mouth. “Urrgghh, fuck!” I moan out as she sucks on my dick. It feels so fucking good. So warm and wet. She takes more of my cock in her mouth and starts bobbing up and down on it as she pumps it with one hand and fondles my balls with the other.

She pops my dick from her mouth and brings her lips back down to my nuts. She takes my left testicle in her mouth and sucks on it. Holy shit! Her mouth is so hot! It feels as if I dipped my balls into a wet steaming vacuum.

She moves to the next ball and gives it some love before going back to my dick. She takes all of my dick as her nose meets my pelvis. Fuck me! Her throat is so tight! I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last…

She goes up and down on my dick, milking the cum out of my balls. I can feel it push up my shaft. Suddenly I feel my dick swell as it almost aches for release. Without warning, it explodes inside her throat. She coughs and gags as I finally let go and cum. She pulls off my dick as it sprays all over her face. My orgasm finally subsides.

Tory’s face is covered in cum. She’s got a large rope of it hanging down her nose and smeared all over her lips. “Well, that’s nice. Thanks for the blow job.”

“You want to fuck me?” she asks as she licks my seed off her lips.

“Actually, I think I’m going to get going. I hate to bounce like this, but I’m expecting a race tonight.”

“Really? Can I come?” she says as the jizz drips down from her nose.

“Yea… no. It’s not a good idea and I don’t want to be responsible for your well being. No offense.”

“Fine,” she pouts.

I pat her on the head. “But if it’s any consolation, you’re really good at giving head.”

I pull up my pants and leave her there on her knees. Definitely not my type.

I whip out my phone and text my roommates I’m taking off. I really hope that chick calls me. I am itching for a race.

After I get back to the dorm room, I sit around for an hour waiting… No. Anticipating a call, or at least a text, but nothing happens.

I finally decide to get in Eleanor and drive around for a few hours. I take some time to explore the city, waiting for a text.

Nothing, not even a single beep from my phone.

After a few hours, my phone finally goes off. I don’t even look at the caller I. D. before answering it.

“Hello?”

“Yo, James, where did you go?” Aw… It’s Jeremiah. Damn. I was really hoping it was going to be her. Mystery racer.

“I’m downtown.”

“Did your girl call?” he asks.

“Nope, not yet…”

“Well, we’re heading back to the dorm. Leo got a little too drunk and threw up all over some chick.”

“Ha! How am I not surprised. Alright, I’ll meet you guys back there.”

I hold down the throttle and pick up some speed. I hit the breaks, transferring the weight to the front from the rear and drift into a u-turn as I slam on the accelerator and drive off in the opposite direction. It doesn’t take me long to get back to campus. Especially when you’re going mach 90 down the expressway.

Once I get back to the dorms, Leo’s in the bathroom throwing up. It smells like acid mixed with something sour. It’s awfully pungent.

I think it’s time to call it a night. She’s not going to call.

A Week Later

Classes have started and I still haven’t heard from mystery girl. Walking into physics, I’m beginning to think she’s forgotten about me.

I should probably do the same…

The tables in the room only have room for 2 people. I take a seat next to a rather cute raven black hair girl with glasses. She’s got one of those faces. The kind of face that could melt a heart of ice. Real bright blue eyes that you could get lost in. A splash of freckles across her knows and cheeks. A smile that would make a blind man see.

She gives me that very same smile. I bet this girl hasn’t broken a rule in her entire life. She seems so innocent

“Hey, I’m James. This seat isn’t taken, is it?”

“No, not at all,” she says. “I’m Chelsey.”

“Nice to meet you, Chelsey.”

“You too.”

She pulls her eyes away from me and I can tell she’s rather shy. “So Chelsey, what are you studying?”

“I’m undecided. What about you?”

“Officially, I’m in law… Unofficially, I studying mechanical engineering and technology.”

“Oooh. Why unofficially?”

“Well… My parents want me to get my law degree and follow in their footsteps. I could care less. I’d rather work on cars. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

“Well, there’s a lot of things that interest me. I like biology, chemistry, physics, astronomy, math, reading… It’s a long list.”

“You’re quite the nerd, aren’t you?” Her cheeks burn bright red. “I meant that as a compliment. It’s cool being a nerd.”

“Good morning, class,” A rather wild looking woman says as she walks in. “Tiem to get strapped in folks, my name is professor Jules Nystrom and we’re about to take a ride into the world of physics. It’s going to be wild!”

Her wiry brown hair is all over the place. It looks like she’ got struck by lightning. She’s got on the thick glasses. She could easily have x-ray vision with those things. I think I like her.

“During this ride, you’ll need a partner. The person sitting next to you is going to be your partner for the rest of the semester. So make sure you get well acquainted with them.”

Well, I got lucky. Nerd girl definitely seems like someone you want as a lab partner.

“Now, let’s start the semester off right and blow something up!” A real sadistic grin forms on her face. “Now who here can tell me how an old combustion engine works?”

I raise my hand.

“Yes, Mr?”

“James Miller. A combustion engine works by burning or combustion of a fuel. The engine converts the energy from the combustion, pushing the piston which in turn rotates the crankshaft. Through a system of gears in the powertrain, this motion drives the wheels.”

“Wow, impressive Mr. Miller. Someone knows there way around an engine. Now, I’ve got another question. Can someone tell me how a gun shoots a bullet?”

This time, nerd girl raises her hand.

“Yes, and what’s your name?”

“I’m Chelsey Blake. A firearm works in a similar manner. When someone pulls the trigger, it causes the firing pin to strike the primer. The primer ignites the gunpowder and the combustion of the powder creates pressure which pushes the projectile.”

“Nicely put. Looks like you two are going to make a great team. Now, what does this have to do with physics?”

We all just stare at her. “Well, for starters, Newton’s first law of motion states that every object persists in its state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line unless it is compelled to change that state by forces impressed on it. Hence, the bullet is in a state of rest until the combustion of the gunpowder impresses pressure on it to propel forward.”

“Likewise with the car. Combusting fuel sets the car in motion.” She pulls out an empty balloon.

“Now it’s time to blow things up,” she laughs. “You guys didn’t honestly think I was going to combust something on our first day, now did you? Of course not, I’ll save that for the next class period so it gives you a reason to come back.”

She blows air into the balloon until it’s as large as her head. “Now, what happens when I let go of the balloon?”

“It’ll fly around like a chicken with its head cut off,” she states without waiting for anyone to respond, then she lets go and the balloon does exactly that. “Now, when the balloon was in my hands, it was in a state of rest. When I let go, the forces impressed on it was the air being released from the balloon, propelling it forward.”

As class ends, I stay after to talk with Nerd girl. “So Chelsey, I suppose we should exchange numbers if we’re going to be partners for the rest of the year.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

She whips out an old smartphone and I put my number in there. She shoots me a text. “I gotta admit, class was actually pretty fun.”

“I know, right!” she says all wide-eyed. “I heard Mrs. Nystrom was amazing! It’s so true.”

“Well, I’ve got to get going, so I guess I’ll see you next time,” I tell her.

“It was nice to meet you, I’m glad we’re partners.”

The Weekend.

The weekend finally arrived. It couldn’t have come any sooner. Besides for physics and calculus, most of my classes are a drag. Business law fucking sucks!

I rented a U-Haul and we picked up some furniture at the store. A couch and two chairs. A coffee table along with a tv with a stand along with a mini-fridge. I paid for it all using the credit card my dad gave me for emergencies.

Furniture is definitely an emergency. I’m sure I get a call from him.

Jeremiah already stocked up on booze earlier this week and of course Frank had enough weed to open up a dispensary. Not that I’ll partake in either.

But we’re obviously going out tonight. I’m sure we’ll find some party tonight.

“I heard that Delta Ki is having a huge party,” Jeremiah says.

“Aren’t frat parties all sausage fests?” Frank asks.

“I don’t know, never been to one,” he says.

“We should go to another sorority party,” Frank says. “That last one had so many chicks, it was practically a salad bar.”

“I doubt we’ll get invited back after Leo ralphed all over several of their members,” Jeremiah says.

“I didn’t mean too, it was an accident,” he says, as his cheeks turn red.

“Eh, it’s no big deal, besides I don’t want to go back there anyway. I kind of gave that blonde a facial and ditched…” I add.

“Dude, how do you do it? Girls are just all over you,” Frank sighs.

“Yeah, is like to know as well,” Leo says.

“Honestly? I have no idea. I will just be myself,” I tell them.

“Well whatever you're doing it’s working,” Frank says.

“Let’s start pregaming,” Jeremiah says as he pulls out a bottle of whiskey and a coke. He pours himself a glass. Frank also pours himself a glass.

Leo goes to grab a drink, but I stop him. “Maybe you should take it easy this time…”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he sighs.

After a few games of cards, Frank and Jeremiah are all liquored up and ready to go. We let Leo have a shot before we hit the pavement and check out the scene.

After walking up Greek row, we hear music blasting a block down. We decided to check it out.

Looks like we found another sorority party. What are the odds?

We stroll up to the gathering of drunk college kids. Just like the last party, the smell of weed, booze, and sweaty people fills the air. Music blares out of from the house. This time it’s the Blades. Back to Dust.l

Not my favorite song, but the lead singer is pretty hot. She’s kind of got that girl next door vibe. Anyways… It looks like the party is just getting started.

“James?” I hear a familiar voice call my name. Looking up to the door, I see the beautiful blue-eyed, dark raven haired Chelsey Blake walking towards me. Wow… I didn’t really get that good of a look at her in Physics, but holy shit she has a body. Slim with a bit of a tan. Of course, when you live in California, it’s hard not to get a tan. That pink button up top that’s tied off in the middle, showing off a tight stomach with that tan caramel skin is enough to make my heart pump a little faster. And the way those jeans fit so tightly around the curves of her hips and those amazing legs of hers almost sends me over the top. This girl is something else.

“Chelsey! Didn’t know you were the sorority kind of girl.”

She gives me a nervous smile. “Well… kind of a long story. My roommate forced me to rush with her last year when we were freshmen.”

“Doesn’t sound like that long of a story.”

She lets out a giggle. “That was the short and sweet version.”

“Well, I’d love to the hear the long version if you care to share.”

“Sure, I mean, it’s really not that exciting,” she says.

“I don’t know, something tells me everything you do is interesting.”

“James, are you going to introduce us to your friend?” Frank asks.

“Oh, right. Guys this is Chelsey Blake. I’m lucky enough to have her as my lab partner for physics. Don’t let her beauty fool you, she’s really a straight-up nerd.” Her cheeks turn a bright vivid red hue that matches the sky right now as the sun meets the horizon. “Chelsey, meet my roommates. That’s Frank. Jeremiah and Leo.”

“Nice to meet you all,” she says. “Welcome to Phi Sigma Phi. You guys want a drink?”

“Yes please!” Frank says.

“Sure,” Jeremiah says.

“I don’t know… I don’t want to end up puking like last time,” Leo says.

“You just need to take it slow,” I tell him. We follow Chelsey in where there is a big 5-gallon water cooler. The ones you always see football players dump over their coaches after a win.

“What about you?” Chelsey asks me.

“No, I’m good. I don’t really drink.”

“Really?” Her head cranes as she looks at me with a puzzled stare.

“Yeah, it’s a personal choice. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those goody two shoes or whatever. I just prefer being sober,” I tell her.

“Yeah, I totally get that,” she says. “Drinking’s overrated.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

She hands Jeremiah, Frank and Leo cups. “Chelsey!” A blonde girl walks up. “Who are these sexy boys you’ve found?” she asks as she sizes up Jeremiah.

“This is James, he’s in my physics class. And these are his roommates. That’s Jeremiah, this is Frank and that’s Leo.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you boys, we’re getting a game of flip cup going if you boys want to join us?” she asks.

“Heck yeah! I’m the master at flip cup!” Frank states.

“I guess, we’re going to play some flip cup,” Jeremiah says.

“I think I’m going to pass on that.” I turn to Chelsey. “Want to go somewhere and conversate?”

“Sure,” she says with a smile as bright as the sun.

“You guys have fun,” I tell them as I follow Chelsey upstairs.

“Don’t laugh when you enter my room. It’s a bit… nerdy,” she says as we head down the hall and enter her room.

Wow. Nerdy is the understatement of the year. Her room is drastically different than the blonde bimbo that gave me head the other weekend. She’s got a poster of Einstein above her desk with a quote, “Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

She’s got a mobile of the solar system hanging above her bed. Her bed has a blanket with the table of elements on it. There’s a poster on the backside of her door with Newton’s laws of motion. And of course, the wall opposite of her bed is covered in bookshelves overflowing with all kinds of books. “Ha, honestly, I’m not surprised.”

Her cheeks glisten a deep red color, her eyes avoid mine as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. It reminds me of Charlie. He was always the smart one.

“I like it. You’ve got a style about you that’s so different from everyone else.” Her eyes flicker up to mine as a smile appears on that beautiful face of hers. She’s so… Childlike? I don’t know if that’s the right term I’d use. Naive? No… Innocent? Maybe. It’s just so hard not to like her.

“Thanks.”

She starts playing with her hair as she looks up into my eyes.

“So… Have you read those books, or are they next on the list?” I ask.

“I’ve read about…” She scrunches her nose as she looks away. She finally looks back at me with a shrug. “Half of them? Roughly.”

“So a bit of both,” I laugh.

“Ha, I guess you’re right.” Her laugh is like sweet tea.

“So, what got you into the sciences?” I ask.

“Well, my dad was a professor of physics,” she says. “He showed me how fun learning could be. Always doing fun little experiments and telling me all these cool facts.”

“Was? What does he do now?” I ask.

“He…” Her eyes fall to the floor. “He passed away a while back.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. Sounds like he was a good man.”

She looks back up at me with those sparkling eyes as blue as the ocean. “He was.”

“How did he die?”

She rubs her neck as she turns away. “He was… murdered.”

“Oh… I… I’m sorry. Did they catch who did it?”

“No…”

I can tell she doesn’t feel comfortable talking about the subject. I don’t want to press it so I quickly change the subject. “So Professor Nystrom seems rather cool.”

Her face shoots back up to mine with a smile. “Yeah! She’s really awesome!”

“Definitely by far my favorite. Of course, most of my professors are Law or political science professors and I hate both of those subjects.”

“Why do you take them, then? Can’t you just tell your parents you don’t want to go that route?”

“Ha, that’s funny. No one tells my parents what to do… They’re always right and there’s no arguing with them. Both of them used to be lawyers before getting elected into Congress.”

“That sucks…”

“Yeah, it’s what it is. Luckily I was able to get a scholarship to this University or else I’d be at one of the Ivy Leagues.”

“Don't you want to go to an Ivy League school?”

“No, not really. The only thing special about the Ivy Leagues is the supposed prestige you get from going there. The only thing you get from them is a larger ego.”

She giggles.

“Don’t let them fool you. There’s nothing special about someone who goes to an Ivy League. The only reason most kids get into those schools is because of their parents. They probably bribed some official to get their kid in there or made some big donation and of course, the parents are probably alumni so they need their kids to go there as well. It’s all just a big Ponzi scheme.”

“Why mechanical engineering and technology?” she asks.

“I love cars. My brother used to be one of the best mechanics ever and I’d race the cars he built. We hustled people out in Texas. He was always the smart one while I had the fast reflexes.”

“Sounds like you had a good thing going. What’s your brother doing now?” she asks.

“Well… he’s dead.”

“Oh…” Once again, her arm is on her neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Aren’t we two peas in a pod. You’re dad past away and my brother died.”

She lets out a sad smile. “Yeah… I guess so.”

“Should we head back to the party?” I ask her.

“Yeah, sure.”

I follow her downstairs and we head out to the back yard where Jeremiah, Frank, and Leo are at a table playing flip cup.

It starts to get dark out as we continue to hang out at the sorority. Chelsey and I have really hit it off. She tells me all about Einstein’s theory of relativity.

“So you’re saying time is relative?” I ask.

“Exactly. Even though it’s getting late out for us, for someone else it’s early. And if you really think about it, does time exist at all? The units we use to measure time is unique to earth. If you were on Mars, time would be different. The amount of time in a day would be different, the days in a year would be different.” She’s really into this subject. Her face lights up with every word. “If you were drifting in space, how would you even measure time without a watch?”

“I never thought about that.”

“If you really think about it, does time really exist the way we think of it? Our measure of time is really just the measurement of the earth rotating on its axis and revolving around the sun. So technically time is a measure of distance.”

“You literally just blew my mind.” This girl is so fascinating. Unlike any girl, I’ve ever met. Usually, girls are attracted to me because of my family. I’m a son of two senators. We’re loaded. So naturally, I attract a lot of women and a lot of them are shallow as fuck. But this girl, Chesley, she’s got depth to her. She’s smart and super passionate about it.

“Normally when I talk about this stuff, I usually bore people to death,” she admits.

“You’re anything but boring. Seriously, most girls that talk to me have no idea what Einstein’s theory of general relativity is, let alone understand it. It’s refreshing to actually have an intelligent conversation with someone.” It’s almost like talking to my brother Charlie. I mean, half the time I barely understood him, but because of him, I’m so much smarter than I’d be without him. That’s the way I feel when I’m around Chelsey. She reminds me of my brother. That’s weird. I don’t mean it as she looks like a man, because that’s far from the truth.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

I pull out my phone. Fuck… It’s my dad.

“Great… My dad’s about to give me a tongue lashing for all the charges I made on the “emergency” card. I better answer it and get it over with. I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I answer the phone.

“Over $4,000 dollars in charges, really? What the fuck are you buying, drugs?” he screams through the phone.

“I thought we were under the agreement that as long as I follow the path you laid out, I have no limit to my spending. Besides, it was just things for our dorm room. You know how expensive those things can be…”

“Do you just enjoy testing my patents? Don’t you have roommates? Are you just going to pay for everything?”

“Isn’t that the perks of having rich parents?” I ask.

“This isn’t a fucking joke! You better start taking things seriously or you’re in for a rude awakening in the real world. Charlie took things seriously.”

“There it is… Is that it dad? You wish I would have died instead of Charlie, don’t you?”

“That’s not what I said. This is fucking pointless. Use your goddamn head next time.” Click.

Fuck, he just hung up on me!

He’s such a fucking asshole…

Bzzz. Bzzz.

I look down at my phone to see I got a text message from a number I don’t recognize.

I open up the message.

‘Race. 2 AM. Buy in is 10Gs, you in?’

Holy fuck! It’s mystery girl. 10 grand? I can drop that. With all the money my brother and I stashed away from when we hustled the circuits back in Texas, that’s pocket change.

Fuck it. I’m doing it.

‘I’m in.’ I text back.

A minute later she responds back. ‘I’ll text you the location an hour beforehand, be ready.’

Oh, I’m ready. It’s been far too long since I’ve got my dose of adrenaline.

Shit, I need something to take the edge off. I haven’t had a drink since… Well, I don’t want to talk about that day.

I walk up to the table on the patio where they’re pouring shots. “Mind if I get one of those?”

The blonde doing the bartender looks up and a smile appears on her face. “Sure thing. Here you go, handsome.”

“Thanks.” I take it down right then and there. I see that Chelsey is over with my roommates, watching them play a different game with cups. I head over there.

“Hey, I’ve got to go. Something came up,” I tell Chelsey. She looks up at me with a look of concern. “It was great talking to you, I’ll see you in class.”

“Yeah, okay. I’m glad we got a chance to hang out. It was nice.”

Jeremiah looks up. “You heading out?”

I nod. “Yeah, I finally got invited to a street race.”

“What?” Chelsey asks.

“Yeah, I kind of race illegally on the streets with a modded car.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wow… Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Everything’s dangerous.”

“But, you could get arrested or worse.”

“Those are the risks worth taking. It was nice talking to you Chelsey, hopefully, I’ll see you in class.”

“Good luck man!” Jeremiah yells as I walk away.

---

On the streets

Once I get back to campus, I get in my car after I pull out a wad of cash hidden in the trunk. Once I put my thumb on the pad, the car comes to life.

I take her out of the parking lot and I’m gone.

I roam the streets for a little bit, listening to Emerson. He reminds me of some of the old Ludacris songs. Really pumps me up.

After cruising around for a little while, I finally get the text. It’s a location, an intersection. W. 48th St and Arlington just north of Inglewood. Doesn’t take me long to get there.

As I roll up, the streets are packed full of people and cars. Music is blaring.

What the fuck? There’s a fucking church on the corner of where we’re racing. I’m not religious, but… that just doesn’t seem right.

I pull up and park my car in an open spot and get out.

“Damn, this guy’s rolling in a Shelby GT 500. ” A guy says as he walks up to me in a black button shirt with charcoal grey dress pants and fancy-ass shoes. He looks so out of place here with his hair all slicked back. “Let me guess, 1967?”

“Yep,” I say.

“Wonder if the driver is as good as the car…” he says almost to himself but loud enough for me to hear.

“Better,” I tell him with confidence, puffing out my chest and holding my head high.

“Ha, I guess we’ll see. Ez said someone with a car like yours was going to show up and race tonight.”

“Aw, you came.” Tall and sculpted to perfection with raven black hair that comes down past her shoulders and does well to hide her dark mysterious eyes. She’s got on a black leather jacket with a red torn up shirt underneath. Her ripped up jeans are barely able to contain her thicc muscular legs. Even though she’s cut with a noticeable 6 pack abs, she’s not bulky at all. Lean with some bust hidden behind that red shirt of hers. Not a woman you could easily forget.

“Speak of the devil,” the guy says.

“This is him. The boy with the nice car,” she says with a tinge of a very hot Hispanic accent.

“So he’s our tenth racer, I guess we’ll see if he’s got skills or just a fancy car,” he says.

“I guess, we’ll just have to find out, Bryce,” she says.

He turns to me. “You got the cash?” he asks.

I pull out the roll of money and hold it up to him. “Yeah, right here.”

“I say we up the odds,” Ez says.

“And what do you propose?” I ask.

“You got a good look at my car the other day, right?”

“Yeah, you had a souped-up Mustang as well. Not a Shelby, but you definitely put some money into it.”

“I don’t think you’ve got what it takes to race with the adults. I’m willing to bet my car on it. What do you say? Willing to put your car on the line?”

“What happens if neither of us win?” I ask.

“Then the bet is void and we both get to keep our cars.”

“Hmmm…” Her mustang is dope, there’s no doubt about it. Its market value is probably nowhere near Eleanor’s. Just the frame alone would probably cost more than her entire car.

“That is if you think you can beat me. Although I don’t intend to lose. Especially to someone like you. A rich boy who probably had his daddy buy him a fancy car so he could feel cool,” she says with a baby voice. Who does she think she is? Fuck it. There’s no way I’m losing this race.

“Deal. When I win this race, your car is mine.”

“Ha, good luck with that, little boy,” she laughs.

“It’s official then, the terms have been set and agreed upon. Winner takes the others car,” Bryce says. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road. Everyone else is ready. Pull your car up and get in line.” He points over to the road.

I look where he’s pointing, and it’s at the back of the pack of 9 other cars. They’re lined up in rows of 3.

I get in Eleanor, start her up and take my spot. Of the 9 other cars in front of me, all of which look modded, there’s only a few that really stand out. Besides from Ez’s mustang, there’s a Chevy Camaro that has a rather large turbo mod. A Subaru STI that looks heavily modded. All of which are in the front row. Other than that, there’s a stock Lamborghini Aventador, a Tesla Roadster, Mazda MX-5 Miata, Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, Toyota Supra, and a Honda Civic.

Ez slowly walks past me, giving me a smirk. “Good luck little boy. I can’t wait to collect my new car.”

Ha... You’re going to be the one giving me a new Mustang. Fuck me! Her ass is the definition of perfect. I can’t take my eyes off it as she struts up to the front of the pack and gets in her car, while two other girls look over it. A Latina girl shuts the hood and gives her the thumbs up, while an Asian girl gets out of the passenger side with some kind of weird device and throws up the peace sign at her.