Bea Messina

After calming myself from the panic attack I seemed to be having, I assured myself that five, gang members were not in my house the night before.

I cuddled with Yuli for an hour after my nerves were at a point where I wouldn't drop her if I picked her up.

She is so cute, and adorable, she loves to cuddle with me but also like to run around the huge house and backyard. I'm relieved she didn't go to the pool, she's definitely a smart puppy.

After a bit, I ate a bit of the leftover Chinese food and got ready. I decided I would be both racing and fighting tonight, fight first, race after. I pulled out my phone and quickly messaged Weston.

Me: Hey I'm gonna fight tonight, also a race afterward.
Weston: Can I come to both, I've heard about you before but I'd like to see it in person.
Me: Yeah sure, if you come over now, you can even get a ride in my race car.
Weston: Awesome! I'm on my way!

I giggle and put down the phone, looking to see a pouting Yuli. "You can't come with me, maybe another time when I have someone to hold onto you," I explain to the puppy, petting her head.

Minutes later, Weston walks in the front door. "You ready to go?" He asks coming to me in the living room where I'm cuddling with Yuli.

"Yup, but what about Richie? Where does he think you're going?" I ask, standing up and putting the sleeping puppy on the couch. She wines and gets under the blanket off to the side.

"Oh, I told him I would be back later and that I wanted to cuddle with your puppy for most of the night." He answered chuckling. "Works, everyone knows I love puppies." I giggle and grab my bag from off the counter.

"Lock the front door, we'll leave through the garage," I say motioning to the door. He nods and locks the door, following me down the stairs to the door to the garage.

When we get there, I head to my challenger and put my bag of gear in the trunk. I look to Weston to see his mouth hanging open, looking at my amazing car. "Get in." He nods and gets in the passenger side.

"Won't they see this car from down the street?" He asks as I begin to pull out.

"Nope, it's dark out and I'm keeping lights off until the race, they won't even see me. Probably think I'm taking my car for a drive." He nods and seems to calm down as I drive down the road.

We arrive at a dive bar and I look to Weston, he just nods and gets out of the car. I sigh and hop out as well, grabbing my sleeveless hoodie from the trunk and locking everything else in there.

I quickly slip it on and put the hood up, "That's what your disguise is?" He asks looking me over.

I look down at my grey sweatpants that cover my black spandex shorts and nod. Underneath the hoodie, I have the same black, Nike sports bra from gym today. I know it's a bit gross, but I have to get detergent for the washing machine, I'm sure it'll be fine.

He walks in beside me and I keep my hood up. Walking into the bar, many people look my way and scoff, thinking I'm some weak little girl.

I walk to the bar and the young man behind the counter speaks up, "How can I help you, little lady?"

"I need to be added to the roster for the fights tonight." I say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear me over the crowd cheering for some fighter named 'Nitro'.

"And what's your name?" He asks with a smirk.

"BlackJack." His face instantly dropped, shocked that the infamous fighter was a girl. "Put me against the undefeated."

"That is who's fighting right now, Nitro has never been beaten." He says writing my name on the chalkboard behind him.

"Sounds good, I need a good workout," I say with a bored expression he nods and tells me that I'm up next. I nod to him and push my way through the crowd and stand next to the ring, observing the obvious dominator of the round. Nitro was a burly, young man, I think I've seen him in the halls of the school. I watch intently as he finishes his opponent off.

"Next up against Nitro, is the infamous, BlackJack." The announcer calls over the crowd. I nod to Weston and hand him my hoodie, afterwards jumping into the ring.

"Little girl, you better leave before BlackJack takes you out." Nitro says smirking.

"I am BlackJack." I answer smirking. I can see the gleam of doubt in his eyes but his smirk grows wider and he puts his hands up, waiting for the round to begin.

"Let the match, begin!" The announcer yells over all the cheering of the drunken males around us.

Instantly, Nitro throws a wavering fist in my direction. I easily dodge and send one into his jaw, he stumbled back a bit from the force and his mouth hung open.

I smirked and beckoned him forwards. The bar was silent, people were waiting for him to make a move, as was I.

He kicked for my left side and I easily blocked and sent a right hook to the jaw. I smirked as I heard the sickening crack. He looked at me astonished again and I rolled my eyes, ready for this to be over. Without hesitating, I threw a left hook into his gut and when he doubled over, an uppercut right through the bottom of his jaw. His head snapped up and the sheer force of the hit sent him onto the floor, laying on his back.

When I seen he wasn't unconscious yet so I quickly jumped on top, straddling his waist and sent hit after hit to his body until it finally laid limp.

"And the winner is, BlackJack!" The announcer yelled over the crowd that erupted into cheers and chanting my name. I stood up off his body and jumped out of the ring, grabbing the sweater from Weston quickly and slipping it on, putting the hood up.

"You need to leave now." Weston whispered in my ear.

"Why?" I asked looking around.

"Ace, Richie, Raphael and Isaac are here. They saw me too, you need to leave without me before they come over here and see me talking to you." He said quickly. I nodded and quickly walked to the bar and collected the money from the fight. Over three thousand dollars, a lot of people betted against me.

I walked out to my car and sped off in the direction of the outskirts of town, pulling up to a sideline above the track.

I get out of my car and go to the trunk, grabbing a pair of jean shorts and a black, sleeveless shirt that was completely open on the sides.

Closing the trunk, I walked around to the front and sit on the hood, pulling out my phone and texting Weston.

Me: Are you watching my race tonight?
Weston: Yeah but so are the guys, they wouldn't let me go alone.
Me: Aw shit, whatever, if they recognize me, I'll explain. I don't have time for this.
Weston: Will do, I can see your figure right now, you should probably get ready.
Me: will do.

With that, I quickly slip off my other shorts and slip on the jean shorts and the black T shirt on. I hop in my car and pull on a pair of red high tops I keep in the backseat for racing.

I look in the mirror and check my hair, making sure it looks good, applying a bit of mascara so I look like I didn't just come from a fight.

Driving down the road, I pull up next to three other cars in a line. They are all sitting on the hoods of their cars and look to me with curiosity.

I see most of them are actually from my school, I smirk and hop out my car and going around to the trunk again.

I move my bags to the side and flip a few switches that allow my car to go faster than a normal one, I keep them off if I'm driving in the streets.

Closing the trunk again, I walk over to the front and wait for the collector comes and takes the admission fee.

"Who are you?" A thin man asks as he stands in front of me with a buff, bouncer looking man behind him.

"BlackJack. I'm here to race tonight." I answer crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the front of my challenger.

"Alright, fee is $1000, all winnings go to the first place, no second place prize." I smirk and hand him money from the fight. He nods and walks to the next car.

Afterwards, I see him walk into a booth where a business man is sitting, watching us. He whispers something and eyes are on me. The thin man leaves the booth again and grabs a mic, standing in the middle of the road in front of us and starting to introduce the racers.

"First, in the Green Jensen Interceptor, is Spark." I look down the line and see a thin boy waving at the crowd around him.

I couldn't see exactly what he looked like from here but I could tell he was probably about a year younger than me.

"Next, in the Blue Dodge Charger Daytona, is Apex." I look over and see another young man, this one was a lot more buff and looked my way, sending a wink.

I rolled my eyes and waited for him to continue with the introductions.

"In the orange Mazda FD RX-7, is fan favourite, Kamikaze." The crowd bursted out and began chanting his name as the skinny man waved at all the fans.

"Lastly, but not least. The only girl on the track today, you know her as a ruthless fighter and one of the fastest racers out there. New to this track, in the Black Challenger, we have BlackJack!" He said dramatically, the crowd got even louder and I waved my arm to the people.

"Racers, start your cars." Everyone nodded and got in there cars, opening their windows so they could see the others.

I was at the end so I only had to open my passenger window, I looked at the boys and they all seemed to smirk and wink. I rolled my eyes and started my car, hearing the pur of the beautiful beast.

I revved my engine and watched as a girl in a crop top and short shorts stood in between the two cars, holding the flag. She lifted it up and I smiled, as soon as she dropped the flag, I was off. I looked in my mirror to see them all far behind.

My smile grew and my car went even faster around the back alleys of streets. I looked back and saw them clashing, trying to get farther ahead, I shook my head and rolled my eyes, continuing on.

At the end of the track, I turned around to find them in a line, waiting for me so they could destroy me.

The thing is, I had this car custom made, I've never had to use some of the features, but I guess I will now.