#street race

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1970 Dodge HEMI Challenger R/T SE “Black Ghost” 

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[sofskywalkerr]

The Dead Skies

street racer hayden x reader

Chapter One

It’s a hot summer evening, and you and your friends are getting ready to go watch today's race.

You all get into your tops and mini skirts, do your makeup, and do your hair. After you’re all done, you and your friends hop into your car. You drive a sports car yourself since you used to street race too, but you quit.

You drove all the way to where the race was happening, and a lot of people were already crowded there. You and your friends passed the groups of people and parked. When you got out of the car, you watched your friends greet their boyfriends (or at least, guys for the night). Embarrassing.

You roll your eyes as you sit on the hood of your car, waiting for the racers to drive in. Your best friend Brian is racing tonight; he’s one of the main reasons you’re going. Racing has stopped being fun for you ever since the accident, but it's still a bit exciting for you to watch, and besides, you want to support Brian.

You realized you zoned out in thought after you heard loud cheering, and the sound of the car engine took you back into reality. You turn your head back to see Brian, Slap Jack, Suki, and Orange pull up to the street. You nod to Brian as you walk towards his car. Brian rolls down his window.

Brian: “sup y/n”

You smile and tap his car door. "You're going to win, no doubt about that. Just don’t get yourself killed,” you say with my teasing smirk, but you actually mean it.

You go to stand by one group of people you kind of like now, so it doesn’t feel as awkward. The race is ready to start; the money is bet; they’re just waiting for the countdown until—wait, why aren’t they starting?

Tej walks in front of the already ignited cars with racers in them that were so ready to start, and you notice he's holding the money they've bet and he's on the phone. Seriously? He's holding them up because of a damn phone call?

You look over to Brian, who just shrugs his shoulders in "I don't know” manner until you hear Suki yell from her car.

“What the hell is this supposed to be about?"

Tej gets off the phone with a grin as he speaks, "Well, it seems like one more car will be joining you this loooovely evening."

Everyone looks at each other with raised eyebrows and confused looks on their faces.

"Who the hell would be joining us?" Brian asks with an annoyed undertone.

"Oh, I think you should be the one to tell me." Tej says.

You look over to Brian, who seems to understand. "That's impossible he's too young; he can't race-“

A sound of a car approaching can be heard; it's a green mitsubishi; it looks hella good and fast too.

The stranger stops the car right at the start line and gets out of the car. Blonde. Tall. Hot. He looks familiar.

Blondie greets Tej with a simple "Wassup man," and a dab as he hands him the money he's betting. He looks around and sees the racers. He comes up to Brian's car, his smile never leaving his face.

"Long time, no see, huh?"

Do the two of them know each other? You ask yourself. You see the two of them greet each other with a handshake. They definitely know each other.

Stranger gets into his own car and nods to Tej. "All ready then." Before the countdown starts, he turns to Brian and says, "Be ready to lose."

3

2

1 

You don't even notice the cars leaving, as they're so fast away. You watch the race, walking around the streets and moving with the people so you'll have a better view of the cars.

They’re fast, but Blondie seems to be first. He’s good. He’s really good. He’s drifting- what? he’s actually drifting. Insane.

As he drives and passes you, you could see he’s struggling a bit, cursing and getting aggressive. That’s what a good racer does.

The stranger seems strangely competitive with Brian, but maybe that's just you.

Here comes the jump off the bridge. You keep your focus on the bridge, hoping for Brian, but you see the green Mitsubishi instead. 

"How in the world-" you mumble to yourself. Everybody knows Brian drives the best; there's no way for some blondie to just come and win.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Tej walks by the group of people surrounded by Blondies to give him the money he won.

You come up to Brian, who is still sitting in his car, so you just casually hop into the passenger seat.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” The car stays quiet for a while before he speaks up.

“Race was pretty crazy, huh? I nearly didn’t make the jump-”

“Who is he? the new racer? Clearly, you know  him." You cut him off as you turn to face him.

"Would it be mad crazy if I told you that he’s my little brother?”

"Ain't no way in hell,” you say, shaking your head. “How long have we been friends for? How did I not know you had a brother?” Even you are surprised how calm you act about this.

“I don’t really mention him that much... He was there when your accident happened, actually."

You shut off and immediately changed the subject. "Well, he’s certainly a better racer than you."

“He got it from me; if I hadn't thought of him, he wouldn’t know a shit.”

“Jeez okay no need to get all pissy with me. Shouldn’t you like to go and talk to him, congratulate him, or something? Besides, you can introduce me.”

You look at him as he rolls his eyes and gets out of the car you are following right behind him.

Blondie is busy talking to girls surrounded by his car about the race, but as he sees Brian approach, he stands up with a smirk on his face.

“Still better than you,” he says in a teasing tone as he hugs his brother. Suddenly, his eyes dart to you.

“I’m gone for a bit, and you got yourself a girlfriend? Never have I ever thought that I’d see this day-”

“She’s my best friend, dumbass, and in fact, I do have a girlfriend."

“So she’s available?” Blondie asks bluntly.

You look at him with your eyebrows raised. "Well, nice to meet you too. I have a name, by the way, Y/N."

“A.J.” He nods to you as you shake hands. “A.J O’Conner.”

“Brian’s brother, huh? Your race was pretty  good."

“Yeah? Appreciate it”

“Your car looks cool too, not gonna lie."

“Shit this Mitsubishi? yeah it’s-“

Brian suddenly interrupts, “How cute! You’re trying to impress her with your car, even if you only knew her for less than two minutes. Sorry to break it to you, but we have to be somewhere. Tej invited us to some kind of after-race party or whatever he calls it." He speaks with a mocking tone.

“Aren’t I like supposed to go too? I mean I’m the winner."

"Oh, so now that you're the winner, you're going to-"

“Can you stop acting like fucking toddlers and get in the car?” You are clearly annoyed, you didn’t want to go to the race in the first place, and you definitely did not want to listen to two competitive asses.

A.J. and Brian just look down. Jesus, they act like fucking dogs now. You nod to your car as if to say for them to get in.

"Is this your car?” A.J mumbles.

“Hell yeah, that’s her car; she used to race, remember?”

“Hold on, you’re the chick who raced the dead skies thingy?”

Why the fuck is everyone asking? you think to yourself. It’s none of their business, and clearly you don’t want to talk about it. “Well yeah."

"Jeez, sorry, I didn’t know.” He friendly nudges you and smiles a bit. Weird.

“Get in the car.” You open the backseat door for them and then get into the driver's seat.

“Where exactly are we going?”

“No fucking idea,” Brian says as he laughs.

“Good to know.” You start the engine, your radio is on, and swimming pools start to play in the background. As you put your hands on the steering wheel, A.J. puts his hands on your seat and says, "Well, y/n, drive us fucking nowhere.”

You look in the rear view mirror, smirk, and start to drive.

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[jackiequick]

The day she got brought in | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: What if the thing you were waiting for came at the the wrong time? Or in Amelia Parker’s case, when she was street racing in Puerto Rico to let off a little steam after being rejected by her schools.

Pairing: Amelia Parker & Grant Ward, Rick Banner x Luna Marsh

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Grant Ward, Melissa Wallace and etc.

——

It’s been months. But it felt like years for her. She has been told time and time again she wasn’t surely good enough to be apart of certain schools. Regretted time and time for the schools she applied to. Only two accepted her but she wasn’t too pleased.

She never wanted to go to college to be exact.

But she need a career. She wanted a future.

Something interesting.

So she applied for SHIELD Academy at a certainly young age. She knew that SHIELD existed ever since she just a little girl, especially after the accident that happened at Stark Expo.

She thought there was a huge possibility that she would get in. Her cousin, Peter Parker, parents were agents of shield themselves before they died. On top of that, her aunt Bobbi and uncle Hunter are agents as well!

So she studied, practiced her skills and tried to explain herself in every letter as a someone who deserved a chance. A chance to help SHIELD future agents and heroes. Since Amelia was good at boxing, had a huge hand when it came to sewing, believing she’s pretty okay with a computer and had communication skills. Also well as scouting places and some design.

However after every letter and application, she kept getting rejected.

Then she thought it about, why am I not surprised? My grades aren’t too good, my only concern is that I’m too emotional for the field and my records were bad.

~~~~~

She’s a street kid for gods sake! Her actions didn’t measure up, hanging out with a so called “wrong crowd” according to the police, stealing parts and racing borrowed cars while earning cash on the side. The girl sounded like a young criminal.

And honestly she didn’t care, she loved it. The music, the people, the rush you get from being behind the wheel, the talks and the community built around it. The type of people she met made her smile.

There wasn’t too many rules and no one questioned whether you were good enough. Because if you ask a racer, any real racer doesn’t matter if you win by a inch or a mile, winning is winning. It’s all about passion and love for the lifestyle.

Currently she sat behind her wheel, sliding down towards the area where everyone was at. Her mind was running a mile a minute.

Puerto Rico baby! The smell of food from the streets, the music blasting from cars, people chatting with one another, laughing being shared. The men in and women were dresses in the best mood you ever seen.

People from every race and backgrounds crowded the area. It felt like heaven

Amelia parked her blue skyline in a perfect scene nearby a few shaded orange, deep green and hot rod red cars. She was dressed black short skirt, a deep gray top and a red flannel. Black sneaker. Her curls were loosely bouncing around as she walked over to a small group.

“Ahh! Look who showed up!” Yelled Nico giving her a hug.

“Girl we thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Shouted Kira chuckling.

“Be nice, be nice! She was just fashionably late to the party.” Added Jesse, joking around holding up his cash for tonight.

The group walked and talked, grabbing a bite to eat as they catches up with one another. Talking about their deals and how they were planning a small heist for extra gasoline to sell at Jesse’s shop. But first Amelia need to check out the competition and sneak into other locations to exchange a few items.

They were in a middle questioned when she asked.

Amelia rolled her eyes chuckling, “Your hilarious, all of you. Who’s the racing tonight?”

“Ok I’ll tell you!” Nico explained everyone who racing that night and even added, “You see the tall blonde over there with the pretty brunette around his arms? They’re racing the first round tonight.”

It nighttime so she couldn’t see them too well. Still she tried to looked over across the crowd, to see blonde with dark eyes carrying a cheeky grin.

And his girlfriend was wearing a puffy jacket and shyly giggles to what he was talking about. She taught they must’ve been an adorable little couple, secretly ready to wipe the floor with them.

She didn’t think too much of it. However her friend, Kira, was more interested in how they raced.

But they didn’t have to wait for long, since the moment Kira said, “Ready, set, go!”

They were off. And they were fasted! Rushing around the stores, turning up the furious speed, passing through a crowd of cars, and sliding across small obstacles to get to the finish line.

Impressive. Very impressive. 

The brunette won first, and a few others coming in at a close second. She screamed and smiled shyly at winning as one of the other racer went to congratulate her. The rest of the crowd clapped and cheered.

But Amelia wasn’t paying too much attention as she clapped, checking her phone and the corners of the road behind them.

Hoping cops didn’t came. Watching their backs.

When it was her time to race in the second round, she jumped into her skyline and joked with the other racers.

Once again, Kira started yelling loudly “Go!”. Amelia made it and snappy.

Turning up the NOS when needed, taking a left turn to pass another car and even flipped off another race who tried to cut her off. Speeding off, switching on the radio, laughing and watching the other cars driven past her.

In the end, she didn’t win but she didn’t care. She had fun feeling the rush behind the wheel, being free in her seat and all her worries were thrown away focused on the road instead.

But she hopes were broken, as Jesse yelled out, “Cops are coming!”

Her eyes widen muttering, “Shit!”

~~~~~

Everyone jumped into their races, speeding off quicker than expected. Once she hoped she was out of clear an hour later, Amelia sneaked into an small old facility of full cars.

She held up her flashlight towards the back end of each vehicle.

Beautiful. Each one styled differently and wonderfully useful.

She looked around to find the place empty as she snapping pictures and started to pop off the hood of an car.

The girl was lucky to find a gorgeous cherry red convertible. Hell, she would kill to just have this for a drive to the beach.

Before she could get her hands on soft inventor and possibly get a better look at this reliable beauty…

..she heard it.

She turned off her phone as she started rushing to hide behind boxes and corners. But she was too late.

She woke up, in the hallway nearby the exist. Blinking she turned to face a young man, not even 20 yet with dark hair and brown eyes.

He wasn’t bad but stupid.

“Eugene. I meant nothing.” She told him, with a sigh.

He chuckled, “So why the hell are you here?”

“You were hoarding cars, jackass!”

“They’re mine, babygirl and I’mma use them.”

“Ha! You stole half of them and redesigned the older ones. Pumping up the gasoline and ordering NOS.”

“You need a 5-second car.”

“10 second car. And I was just looking over them, honest.”

Eugene scoff, “You’re not half bad, Ames. But you gotta know not to mess with me.”

“I’m not sure about that. Be lucky it wasn’t, Jesse or Nico. You had worse than us.” She added, knowing they would do something crazier than her.

“Don’t ever come around here again!”

“No promises!”

Eugene made a move to grab her but she elbowed him in the face. He spinner her around, pushing her against the wall but she kicked him where the sun don’t shine.

~~~~

Amelia made a run for it, still ending up with a bruise or two. Pulling out her mini pistol, just in case. She wasn’t the greatest at theses things but still she tried her best.

She walked down the street, popping up her jacket and started up her engine driving off.

But when she thought her night couldn’t get any odder or worse. The polices she raced from earlier found her.

Amelia was thrown into a cell, hearing the police report about her as the cops walked away. She tried to defend her case but they only have half listened.

They cleared her up for the self defense part but still pissed off about what she did.

It was no use per say.

Amelia’s face dropped. It wasn’t her first time running around from the cops and getting caught up in a mess and it sadly won’t be her last.

It was the trill of life. She sighed as tears came rolling in, mumbling how stupid she was. No career, no school, no actually friends and possibly no one to bail her out.

Disappointed.

She was a good girl or at least that’s what she wants to believe.

She always did schoolwork but never past a lot of classes cause no one took the chance on her. Actually help her understand it! She treated her family with respect, earned money during races to help pay the bills, worked low jobs and such.

But never got a chance to prove herself, they always tell her that she need experience and or worse, no one believed she had the true patience to get a job done.

Everything felt like a balancing act for her. Keep her head up, even when she wants to keep it down.

Playing up the act of the cool, confident, somewhat edgy and sweet girl. The wannabe bad bitch who gossips, talks shit about others and let’s the rumors fly in.

But she ain’t really that. Yeah sure, she got a temper, gets stressed out easily sometimes and has a thick glare that meant she got shit she wants to get done, but still.

She doesn’t know want she wants. No one ever does.

“Miss Parker?” Said a male voice, light but thick.

She turned to face the man, standing up wiping her tears to get a better look. To her surprise it was too men.

One younger and somewhat fresher faced than the other. They were wearing all black, comb hair expect for the younger one who’s hair was a little messy, wearing sensitive shoes and shared a gentle expression.

“W-who are you?” She asked, softly with hitched voice.

“Agent Coulson from SHIELD.” Said the man, “You’re having one hell of a day, huh?”

“Grant Ward.” Said the other one with a half smile, “You’re younger than expected.”

She blinked with tears trying to figure it out how this happened and asked, “Wh-what? I—how?…oh god.”

“I know it’s tricky to explain. But we’re here to help.” Coulson said, seeing the poor look in her eyes.

“Really? No offense, but where were you months ago?! I sent letters, applications for programs, video of myself for a visual idea of who I am…”

“I’m sorry we didn’t come soon but you were rejected for some of our supervisors believing you were not trying enough.”

“Hell, I saw that videos and it was a little dry. Besides, you sounded like it wasn’t serious enough..” Ward added.

“Your hilarious, Ward.” Amelia replied with a half sarcastic tone, “Sorry I wasn’t what you expected. I’m sorry that I was not perfect enough for you guys. Especially you.”

“Yet, you lack self esteem, confidence and the strength that is needed determination for something.”

“Determination?! You rejected me! You don’t take a chance on anyone.”

“But I’m not wrong. Have you seen your records? Jail time, street races for money, and stealing from second hand stores. Do your parents know about this?”

“…i um…not exactly everything…”

“Exactly. If you had any bit of respect for yourself and self care, you would deal with what you have. Look where you are now. I just see a pathetic picture of a young woman.”

“Okay look, I screwed up big time! I don’t have any track record for something good or anything…but i know I can do the same thing as you! I’m sorry for what happened..”

“Sorry?! You don’t know what you want or what exactly is your play here. ”

“Hey! I don’t—”

Coulson spoke up, “Enough! Ward, play nice, not everyone has their hands full time in the world as you. And Parker, I understand that you’re not sure where you stand. I apologize on SHIELD behavior, but I was given a chance to see your responses..”

“And? Coulson, you and Ward clearly just came to do what? Bail me out or something? I’m a idiot according to him and he’s right..” Amelia admitted, sadly.

“He’s wrong. You done some bad things because you don’t feel comfortable or worth other peoples time. Your smart, kind, seemed determined to race together even if you didn’t win—”

“You saw?!”

“I did. Or at least I scout here who used to work with me did. But Amelia you’re not an idiot, you just need someone who can give you a chance to try and do good. Because you are good.”

“Who told you that? I’m not smart enough to pass a few simple classes or good enough for you before. You guys didn’t give me a chance to prove that I’m good for something…”

“Because I wasn’t there before and I didn’t have agent Lance Hunter to tell me about you. Your not exactly school smart for certain things, but your street smart and clever with a lot of stuff. Your easygoing, sometimes honest and if I’m correct, you see a lot in someone.”

“I..um..”

“I’m being honest when I say your not bad. Never were, just chose to go do something that others think is wrong. I’ll like a give you a chance to come study and work together with SHIELD. You may be nervous and not feel ready for it now, but I believe you might be.”

Amelia stay speechless hearing Agent Coulson’s words and the recommendations he heard from Hunter. She didn’t know that part. The only person other than her stepdad and mother to speak like that to her.

Even Ward had to admit to himself he read the whole letters and applications, finding it actually charming. He didn’t know what Coulson saw in her but he kinda like it.

The only thing she could do was nod rapidly because of how tired she was and unable to comprehend what happened. It’s late. It’s 1:40am.

And she was just offered to be apart of something she didn’t expect to get after wishing and imaging the role.

Ward went to front desk to bail her out with a smile. Once she was let out of her cell, she thanked Ward as he apologized for his comments earlier. He told her that he’s welcome to help her with any needs

Then she turned to Coulson with tears in her eyes once again, thanking him. He smiled softly pulling her in a hug, knowing she needed it.

Phil held her in his arms, whispering kind words.

Honestly he felt bad, he didn’t catch onto her case earlier and made a decision to bend the SHIELD Academy rules.

He would need to speak with Fury and Hill but he knew there were plenty of people like her who needed a chance to be heard.

He remembered that Darcy Lewis had a daughter as well with a interesting case, he decided to possibly message Hill later about that. Plenty of cases of young folk who would be suitable for SHIELD or a Team in the future, but they need that push to do so.

Coulson smiled, walking out with Ward and Amelia in his thoughts. He wondered what if they were to recruit a set of young people one day, they definitely deserve a chance to be seen or heard.

Amelia snapped him out of his thought, “So um, when do we—I start my studies?”

Ward spoke up instead with a soft smile to her answers, “Soon. In about less than a month. You will have me and a few other people to help you along the way, Miss Parker.”

“You can all me Amelia.”

“Then you can me Grant.”

Both smile, exchanging phone numbers. Coulson told her a few more things before they brought her back to the hotel she was staying at.

~~~~~

Once Amelia said her final goodbye, she locked the door to her room behind her and let out a small sequel as she bit her bottom lip. To say when the realization finally hit her was an understatement. She felt scared, nervous and maybe a little excited.

She wondered what if no one likes me? What if it goes bad my first day? Oh my god what if i suck and they kick me out?!

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Anxiety still in the front of her mind, but laying low.

Her mind was overwhelmed by the thoughts, as she picked up her phone to thank her uncle Hunter for the placement.

Little did she know the next few months will change her life forever.

Meeting one of her best friends Melissa Wallace, get to know a couple of crushes such as Nikolai Morozov and a few other friends. Even encourage Melissa to go on a date with a special girl. As well as a future lifetime of opportunity and memories to come.

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[thecargays]

In 2023, how are cars still relevant? In the age of climate change, and a push for comprehensive public transportation, where does private ownership of cars and more importantly, car enthusiasm live?

It’s a tough question, especially as the car community itself is struggling to come up with an answer. Car meets are not what they used to be, and takeovers are becoming the reluctant staple of the car scene.

Races, both on the track and off, are becoming disorganized or are increasingly difficult to find.

Rallies and cruises are few and far between.

The few meets and car shows that are still bringing us together are cliquey and well established, making it daunting for newcomers to find their place.

Where does that leave us? As cars become the enemy, the community becomes disorganized, and the members close rank. How do we sell the idea of car enthusiasm to the new generations when we can’t seem to sell it to ourselves?

We start by embracing the new generation. We remember that we were once the kids making fun of the boomers and their Corvettes and Jean shorts. We stop our inherent prejudice against electric cars. We remember that the world is different now, and it has to be. It’s not going back. This generation will bring dramatic change to car enthusiasm and car culture, as EVs, alternative fuel, and hybrid vehicles become the dominant power trains of our future.

But it’s not just the cars that are changing, the people are too.

No longer is the community dominated by middle aged men.

Our community is expanding to include people of different genders, sexualities, ages, races, religions, and more.

If we want to see any remnants of car culture continuing well into the 21st century, we must adapt, embrace, and include.

PFA.

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[mythical-bookworm]

Day 2: Fast & Furious AU

Marty yelped. The moment he broke the time continuum barrier, a car rammed into his side. This street was completely empty in the 80s! He tried to slow down, but quickly realized that there was a car racing directly behind him.

"I'm stuck in a street race." the teen realized before groaning. "Perfect."

The car behind him nudged the back of the DeLorean, forcing Marty to pick up speed. He gripped the steering wheel in an attempt to keep control. Why couldn't he just have a nice trip to the 21st century? The time continuum just seemed to hate him.

So in case you didn't see it already, I have never watched any of the Fast & Furious movies. I did like, five minutes of research for a car and character, and just dove in.

I'm actually extremely proud of this! I can't draw cars. And this was a physical drawing so I couldn't move things around. And while proportions aren't perfect this ended up turning out much better then expected (and a lot better then the sketch).

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[morgandr]

Imagine:

Street racing with Gisele Bündchen.

(NOT MY GIF!)

(Gisele Bündchen X Reader)

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[thloanious]

I made a book, an e book. Its selling right now. To anyone who is interested heres a synopsis.

From the early to late 90's we follow Treshawn Thompson. A young black teenager who resides in the Bronx. Trey is the son of an urban legend, a street racer. Trey makes it his mission to become a street racer just like his father. The thrill of seeing American muscle and Japanese imports going toe to toe on the road inspires him. He will seek this, regardless of what others tell him or think. Especially what he has left of a family.

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[sofskywalkerr]

The Dead Skies

street racer hayden x reader

Chapter Two

Brian eventually figures out the location of the party, so you drive here. The volume is at its loudest, and of course you’re not following the rules; you’re going really fast, as usually. Hopefully without cops this time.

“Show me your skills,” A.J. says.

You think about it for a while. You’re hesitant, but like, what’s some fun, right?

“Oh, really? You want to see my skills? You better buckle up then.”

“Hell yeah,” you hear Brian say from the backseat.

You turn your car in a direction to one road where aren't as many cars and you go really fast as if you were in a race. While you drive, you realize you kind of miss it—this whole racing thing—but you quickly shake the thoughts off. You forget about your race. Your accident. You just feel the moment where you forget about everything around you.

You look in the rear-view mirror, seeing A.J. and Brian in the backseat. Your stare stays on A.J. for a while, as if to see if he’s impressed with your driving skills. When did become so competitive?

Then you decide to drift. Just for the fun of it. You look in the rear-view mirror again, now with a satisfied smirk on your face as you see A.J nod in approval.

“10 minutes tops, and we should be there, but I can make it 5.” You say this as you now keep your eyes on the road.

“Make it 5.” Brian says this as he puts his hand around the passenger seat so he can be closer and watch the drive.

“Say less.” You go full speed. It’s a quiet night; the only noise is coming from your car, which is playing your playlist at full volume. The roads aren’t full either, and your windows are down since it’s hot outside. You can feel the wind on your face.

“Right here.” Brian points out a building, which you drift right into to park. Easy.

You all get out of the car and close the door.

“Is this where the party’s at?” A.J asks.

“That’s what Tej said.”

"There is only one way to find out.”

You open the door to the building, and the music and the sounds of people speaking immediately fill your ears. Must be soundproof, you think to yourself.

“Are we going in, or what?” You tease as you walk in first, with A.J. and Brian right behind you.

You recognize some faces at the party, and as Tej notices you walk in, of course the first thing he announces is that the winner of tonight’s race is here. Annoying. You roll your eyes as you watch A.J. being dragged away to get drinks and onto the dance floor by some chicks. You stay by Brian’s side, who’s waiting for his girlfriend.

You always third-wheel, but you don’t mind that much. You’re happy that Brian is happy, and you get along with his girlfriend.

When you see him stand up, you know Cata has arrived.

“Hi.” You say with a smile as you greet her with a hug.

“You look so pretty," she says as she looks you up and down.

“Shush.” You roll your eyes as you chuckle and nod to Brian, who is already dragging Cata with him onto the dance floor by her waist.

You grab a drink and literally sit in a quiet corner.

Everyone is either drinking, dancing, or making out around you. Left out. You wish you could join. You don’t since want to embarrass yourself.

That’s until Tej announces from behind the DJ booth.

"Ladies, anyone want to dance with the winner?”

He can choose from whoever he pleases; it’s not like no one wants to dance with him, you think to yourself.

You see Brian waving to you across the room, but that could’ve been meant for someone else, so you yell, “Me?"

Tej looks at you from behind the booth and announces.

"Well, A.J., this lovely lady right here wants to dance with you.”

What the fuck? You didn't—oh, wait.

"No, I don’t! I was yelling to Bri-“

You feel someone’s hand on your bare waist. Oh only who could that be? You turn around, and you see a half-drunk A.J. behind you. At least he’s being respectful.

“I don’t want to dance with you.”

“Too late for that, ma’am.”

Ma’am what? Did he just say—he was right, it’s too late, you’re already in the crowd on the dance floor.

How great you had a drink or else you’d be having an anxiety attack right there right now.

“No need to be nervous i just want to get to know my brother’s best friend, okay?”

Is he a mind reader?

“I’m not nervous.” but you still can’t look him in the eyes.

“That’s what i like to hear.” he lets go of your waist, so you can dance freely. But he isn’t going anywhere.

“Loosen up, no one’s watching.” You meet his eyes and something gives you more confidence. Or maybe that’s just because Gasolina is playing.

You loose it. You go down. Your hips move the way you didn’t even know they could. You grind agai- you what? You start to become more aware of your moves, but as you look around and see how other girls dance, it’s nothing weird or unusual.

“You seemed to be out of it for a sec.” A.J says with his usual smirk and teasing tone, as he draws you in closer by your waist. Wow, he’s still not touching you inappropriately, which you kinda expected after your dance.

He made you more comfortable now, you let your hands go around his neck.

“Like this?” you say as you meet his eyes. Why does your best friend’s brother has to have the prettiest shade of blue as his eye colour?

“Just like that. You can still move your hips into the rhythm, you know. I’m not gonna call you a hoe just because of the way you dance. I know you too little for me to judge you so early.” he says with a smile.

“Jeez okay.” You say as you chuckle.

Song changes. You stop because you lost the rhythm. Both of you look to the d.j booth where Tej is looking at you two, he smiles to himself. Then picks up his mic again.

“Everyone get your ass to the dance floor or im leaving.”

You roll your eyes again. You should really stop doing that. You hear the beat drop. Sexy Bitch. Of course.

A.J leads you to get a drink with him. You should be responsible one, you’re the one who’s supposed to drive everyone home. But somehow you can’t just refuse him.

You feel yourself getting drunk. Maybe even more than A.J himself. Where even is Brian? Oh he’s too busy spending ‘quality time’ with his girlfriend.

You lost track of time, but you know you’re with A.J dancing. No idea how can you dance without falling.

A.J notices this, he chuckles and holds you closer as he nuzzles into your neck.

“Wanna go outside?”

Fresh air. He’s good. He can actually read you.

“Absolutely.”

You let him take your hand. Why in the world are you letting him to take your hand? He leads you outside, right to your car.

He places his hands on your hips to lift you up, so you can sit comfortably on the hood of your car.

“I think this is the first time you touched me anywhere but my waist.”

“You notice the way i touch you?”

“Well yeah.”

A.J looks up at you. His usual smirk. Again. And if he thinks it’s gonna charm you he’s wrong. Maybe.

He pulls out a cigarette pack out of his pocket, a lighter from his other. He puts the cigarette into his mouth, hands the lighter to you.

“Mind helping me out?”

You nod and light his cigarette. No man has a right to look this good when smoking.

“What are you doing here anyway?” You ask out of curiosity. It’s your first proper talk anyway.

“I’m here for the summer, going back to school after.”

“Oh. Like the whole summer?”

“Yeah? Do you mind?” he asks sarcastically.

“No sorry i think the alcohol’s getting to me.” you look down at your feet. “You know you were great today.” you quickly add; “I mean the race-”

“I don’t wanna hear it, i was told that too many times today, it’s annoying honestly. And don’t act like what you did on your way here wasn’t a competition with me, i’m not dumb, you know.”

“I know.” Wow, you’re that obvious. Wanting to impress him with your racing skills.

“You’re good tho, can’t lie about that.”

“Thanks, i have raced ever since the- you know.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, we’re here to have fun, alright?”

You nod. Look up. Down again.

“Wanna go for a drive?” A.J says as he sits on the car beside you. “Honestly you look like you need to get out of here or else you’ll explode or something.”

A drive?

“I can’t drive, i’ve had too many drinks-“

“Who said something about you driving m’lady?”

He needs to be stopped with those names.

You smile a bit, and you throw your car keys to him, which he catches and smiles back.

You get comfortable in the passenger seat. Refreshing to not be the responsible one. He starts the car. Your phone connects again. All the stars start to play.

You’re exhausted. From what even? The party? And you’re in a car with a person you barely know. Perfect.

He seems like a good person, honestly. If he’s like Brian, you like him.

You feel his hand on your thigh, you want to punch him and scream to immediately put it away but he’s not being inappropriate with you. You exhale.

“Where to go princess?”

Princess. He should keep his mouth shut.

“You know the roads. Just somewhere. Anywhere.”

A.J nods, starts the engine and drives onto the road. His hand stays on your thigh as if it’s the most natural thing.

“So y/n, one fun fact about you.”

Hell no, he’s going at you with fun facts. But you’re too drunk not to answer.

“I know how to drive a car ever since i was like 7. Your turn O’Conner. Fun fact about you.”

“I was told i’m a real good kisser.”

“Kisser? You wanna impress me with you kissing skills? What are you? 10 years old?”

“Can you just shut up.” He leans over to you and kisses you. But not like a peck. Like full on make out sesh. I mean what to expect from a racer boy.

Is it the alcohol? You don’t know. But you hate the fact that you actually enjoyed it.

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