Bea Messina

With another day comes another town. With another town, comes a list of new opponents. On the streets, everyone knows my name. BlackJack is ruthless and is anything but merciful.

When people think of the ruthless street fighter, they don't really think of BlackJack as a girl. They get proved wrong when they step in the ring with me.

Not only is BlackJack a fighter, but she's a racer. An undefeated one at that. I've been racing since I ever started fighting 3 years ago. That's around the same time I started jumping town to town. I like to stay in the smaller towns for less publicity.

When I'm at school, I'm known as a nobody. I try not to bring attention to myself, mainly so people won't recognize me if they see me fight. Being almost 17 I still have to attend school. Although I keep moving because someone figures out who I am and then I have to leave, along with my dad chasing me down.

My dad is a gang leader to The Forsaken, I had to leave to keep myself safe for reasons I don't want to get into.

Today I move into a new house. Being that I am an infamous street racer and fighter, I have a lot of money.

My new house is a newly constructed modern house. It's got six bedrooms and four bathrooms. Looking at it you would probably think it has more windows than walls, and it looks like a series of boxes stacked on top of each other.

The backyard has a pool, if I wasn't laying low I could probably through some sick parties in this house.

Not only does it have a three car garage for my cars and motorcycle, but it also has a gym in the basement for when I'm training. I wasn't too sure how long I'd live in this town, but I wanted to make sure that I was comfortable while I am.

Honestly, I'm hoping I can stay here for just over a year until I'm 18, then they can't take me back anyways. Maybe after that, if I like it here, I'll stay and we'll see where things go after that.

Reaching the new house with the moving truck following close behind, I pull up the driveway in my bright red Boss 302 mustang, into the garage. I step out of 'the Devil' to find the moving truck and a few workers unloading the boxes onto my lawn.

Apparently they only deliver and not actually bring it into the house.

After they leave, I gaze at the few boxes on my lawn and sigh. I walk over to the first box and pick it up, walking to the steps. Pulling out my keys, I unlock the wooden door and am brought into the bright living room. I place the box on the marble counters in the beautiful white kitchen and look around to the living room and the dining room. The living room having a 50" tv mounted in the cream coloured wall. In front of it, atop the dark wooden floors, sits a grey plush couch and a glass coffee table.

In the dining room, is a medium wooden table with 6 wooden chairs to match around it. Next to the dining room, is the stairs that lead to the upstairs which is where all the bedrooms and three bathrooms are.

Next to the stairs going upwards, are also the ones that lead downwards to the gym and a door to the garage.

I sigh and walk back out to the lawn to retrieve the other boxes. Turning the corner to face the lawn, I see five burly men gazing at the boxes from the driveway. "Can I help you?" I ask politely, catching their attention, causing them all to look up at me.

"We were wondering if you needed help moving in? It looked like the moving guys just left." The man in front answered, he seemed more built than the others, and taller. He had sharp features and beautiful captivating, blue eyes. His brown hair was messily swept back and to top it off, he noticed I was checking him out and sent a wink my way!

I blushed and looked to the ground to see myself in studded jean shorts and a grey sweater crop top. "Yeah, if you don't mind that would be great." I said in a bit of a weak voice. They nodded and went to pick up the boxes.

One of the guys, one looking similar to another with his brown hair with eyes to match, went to pick up the box that had a bunch of medals and trophies from a bunch of races and fights I won. I put my hand out and stopped him, "I'll get this box." He shrugged and went for a different box. I took in a deep breath and led the five, very handsome men into my living room.

"Just put them on the counter." I say walking up the stairs to place this one in my bedroom. I walk down the stairs and immediately walk down the second set to get to the garage entrance. I open the trunk to my car and grab my bag, leaving my fighting and racing gear in there.

Walking back up stairs, I see them still standing there observing the house they have probably seen from across the street but never investigated. "You guys hungry? I could order food or something?" I ask with a bit of a shrug and walking into the kitchen, placing my bag on the counter.

"Sure, if you don't mind." The original brunette answered while the others nodded in agreement, still observing my house.

"Yeah, but one thing first." I said and they all looked and listened intently as I continued on a thought, "I need to know your names." They all nodded and looked to each other, still nodding.

"Well, I'm Ace." The leader answered first. "These are the twins, Weston and Richie." He said pointing to the two boys who seemed to be beaming. "Then there's Raphael." He said, rolling his eyes and pointing to the smirking blonde next to him. "And lastly, that's Isaac." He pointed to the last man, he had dark, almost black hair with pale blue eyes and a scowl that seemed to be permanently written on his face. I could tell he did not want to be here.

"Well hello to you all, I am Bea." I say with a small smile and waving. Just then I hear the doorbell and I curiously go to answer, seeing as I haven't even ordered food yet.

I open the door to find a young man, not much older than me in a uniform that read 'Auto shipping National'. He looked up from the clip board and I saw his eyes roam all over my body.

He looked up and smirked, "Your car and motorcycle are hear, ready for you to take to the garage." He said while handing me the clip board.

I signed quickly and took the keys from his hands that he seemed to be dangling in front of me.

I pass him while rolling my eyes, walking around the corner I see my matte black Dodge Challenger with cards painted on the side, and my burgundy Indian scout. I smiled and jumped into my challenger, pulling it into the garage next to my Boss 302. Afterwards, I got put and went and grabbed my real baby, my Indian Scout. I love this thing, it looks and sounds amazing.

When I walk out of the garage and into the house, I noticed the truck that brought them here is still in the driveway. With a sigh, I walk back to the front door to see the smirking man still standing there. "Here's your receipt." He says winking.

I scoff and take the paper from him, slamming the door in his face. Looking at the paper, I see he wrote his number on the bottom. I scoffed again and crumpled the paper, walking back to the kitchen to 5 confused guys.

"Pizza or Chinese?" I ask oblivious to their stares in the back of my head. I turn around to find them all staring at me. "What?" I ask suspiciously. I hate it when people stare, it makes me think people know me.

"Who was that?" Ace asks as the others nod a bit, curious of the answer.

"I don't know, some weird creep admiring my sense in cars." I answer clueless to their true intent.

"Those are your cars?" One of the twin asks, Weston, I think. I nod nonchalant. "Wow, ok, you do have a good sense in cars." He says with a surprised expression.

"I guess, but anyways, you never answered my question." I say rummaging through the drawers of the kitchen for anything.

"Go with Chinese, pizza's to mundane for an interesting character like yourself." Raphael answers with a wink.

"Ok, if your going to be weird, I'll make you leave. And believe me, I can make you." I said in a non-amused tone.

"I like her, she's feisty." Richie said with a genuine smile.

I smiled back, "Thank you, anyways, how old are you guys." I ask pulling my phone out from my pocket and searching for a good Chinese place to order from in this town.

"We're all juniors at Canyon View High." Weston answers, taking a seat at one of the stools at the counter.

"I guess I'll see you guys there tomorrow for my first day of my junior year." I say whit a bit of a giggle.

"You're a junior?" Isaas asks, speaking for the first time, exposing his deep voice.