Vaughn and I shake hands, "Your ass is grass little sister."

I smile sweetly, "Is your ass jealous by the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth?"

The laughter around me gets louder, and Vaughn glares at me. Good ol' sibling rivalry. I smile at him again.

A clap sounds behind us, "Let's roll!" Vin yells.

"I'm gonna tell Ma we're leaving." I run into the house, "Ma!" I yell and walk into the living room, where both my parents are. My mom is knitting and dad is in his recliner passed out with the paper on his chest. She looks up as I enter, "Why you yellin'?"

"Sorry, I didn't think he'd be asleep. We're leaving." I walk over to her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Be careful baby girl. I love you."

"I will, promise. I love you too."

She pats my cheek and waves me off. You'd think, 'Yeah right.. A mother just lets her children run off to a racing track?' My father raced when he was younger, and that's how my mother met him. She's well aware of the dangers, and we've been around it our whole lives. She's educated us, and my father taught us all how to drive. I was driving stick at the age of 14! It's safer to be in a controlled environment than racing on public streets, which is something we don't do. Most people can't judge, hunting is a very big past time around here too. Fathers teaching their children to shoot riffles at a very young age. We all have our own opinions.

I run back out into the garage, and grab my helmet off the shelf. Taylor is jogging away from Jeremy's car, she climbs into the passenger seat of my car as I get into the drive seat. One by one, the guys are starting up their cars, the combining sounds of each car's exhaust is deafening, I absolutely love it! Goosebumps spread across my skin. I start up my car, my exhaust adding to the loudness. No doubt my father is awake now. The guys are turning around in the driveway, and I put my car in reverse as Tay puts on some music. I roll down my windows to the let the beautiful weather in.

It takes a good thirty to forty minutes to get down to the track, pulling off the freeway, we reach the first light, I down shift and roll up behind Chase's car. Just the thought of Chase, makes me smile wide. I'm jolted out of my little reverie when Taylor's loud off pitch singing scares me, and I laugh. I look over at her, she kicked off her flip flops and has them up on the seat. She pulled her hair back awhile ago, but she's playing with her long pony tail and staring out the window. She continues to sing..loudly..horribly...and she could care less.

I turn my attention back to the cars in front of me, the light has turned green and the cars are moving. I shift into first and coast forward. We reach the small town that's right before the track. I love this town, it's literally a mile long. Little businesses set up on each side. A post office, a small mom and pop's store, a laundry mat, and at the end a diner with amazing homemade food and pies. The town locals are all big racing fans, and the track is their money maker. It brings people in from all around.

As our line of cars drive through the little town, the rumble from our exhausts bounce of the buildings, make them seem ten times louder. This makes me giddy.

I follow Chase's car as he turns off the main road and onto the road leading to the track's entrance. There's already a decent line of cars, thankfully it seems to be moving steadily, and we pull up to the booth. Taylor hands me her money and then turns down the music for me.

The man in the booth is older, I'd say around fifty. He's wearing the tracks gear, some gray hair poking out of the bottom of his hat.

"Racers?" he asks glancing into the car.

"One."

"Need a helmet?" he asks me.

"Nope."

They rent helmets, which is super gross even if you wear a face mask underneath. It gets really hot in the helmets, and the amount of sweat you produce in a short time is so gross.

I hand him my helmet so he can inspect it, making sure it's up to standards. He hands it back to me, along with a paper filled with information about the track and it's rules.

"That'll be thirty." he informs me.

I hand him the money, and he puts in it the drawer then exits the booth with a marker in his hand.

"Number?"

"Ten Fifteen" I tell him and watch as he writes the number, my birthday, on the top of my windshield then on my back window. He taps on the roof of my car, "All good. Drive safe!" he says as he gets back in his booth. I shift into gear, and creep away slowly. The road isn't the smoothest, and goes about half a mile then opens into a massive parking lot, the track is beyond the lot behind a eight foot chain link fence. Metal bleachers, similar to ones you find at a high school football field are to the right, in front the starting line. There is one concession stand behind the bleachers, with port-a-potty's underneath. The back of the parking lot is already getting full, it's going to be a big crowd. I drive slowly through the lot, watching for people walking around when Taylor calls my name.

"Yeah?"I answer her, but keep my eyes focused ahead.

"I love you, you know that right?"

"Uh. Yeah." I glance at her, confused at where she's going with this.

I hear her sigh and she continues, "You're my sister from another mister, and I know I told you I'd share Jer's penis with you, but I lied."

I burst out laughing, my laugh loud and obnoxious.

"I love you but his peen his mine."

"Oh my gosh, Tay..no worries, his peen is all yours."

I pull in next to Jeremy's car, his number written on his window, which happens to be his and Taylor's anniversary date. Did I ever mention how grossly, disgustingly adorable they are? I pull the e-break and look over at Taylor. She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead, and blows out a large breath. Dramatic much?

"Well whew, I am so glad we had this talk."

Her door is opened and Jeremy helps her out of the car. I just shake my head, silently laughing to myself and cut the engine. I get out, round the front of my car and lean against the fender. The hood is open on Jeremy's car, as a couple different racers wanted to see what he's got going on under there. It's shady if you don't want to show what you're running, and most likely people won't want to race you, especially when dealing with cash races. He talks while his arm is draped around Taylor's shoulders.

I tune out their talk and take in the surroundings. The bleachers are filling up, and I twist to look down by the finish line where some trucks are parked with people sitting on the tail gates. I bring my attention back to the racing lanes, people are already lining up. I'm watching them prep the track when I feel heat all along my right side. It's startling, I whip my head to find the cause of the sudden warmth. Chase is standing extremely close, so close that if he moved another inch we'd be touching, my shoulder to his bicep. He must notice my attention is now on him because he looks down at me, a wide smile breaking out over his face. That smile and his proximity has turned my legs to jelly, but thankfully my car is helping me manage to stay on my feet. He leans in a little and says, "Hi". His voice is low, and intimate like this 'Hi' is for me, and for me only. His beautiful blue eyes are staring into mine, making me lose myself even more than I already am. I take in a deep breath, and out comes a breathy, "Hey." His face is closer now, I don't recall him moving in but I can see his pupils dilate.
Taylor is always buying these magazines, I remember her telling me this little tidbit about the pupils dilating when someone is looking at something they find attractive. I bite the inside of my cheek to fight the giggle that wants to erupt from my mouth, that would no doubt make me look like a jumbling idiot. I wonder if he knows this fact, there's no doubt my pupils are most likely the size of a quarter. I'm warm all over, as his eyes move all over my face. The whole exchange lasted seconds, but it's something that will replay in my head for the rest of the night, maybe my life. He moves away, the smile slowly vanishing, and looks back at the group. I'm still staring at his strong beautiful profile, taking in his appearance. His buzzed hair. His fitted t-shirt, snuggling against his muscles. Is it weird to be jealous of a shirt? He knows I'm checking him out, if his sexy grin is any indication. I literally shake my head to clear myself of my lust and glance back at the group, thankfully no one is paying us any attention. Not to mention, Jeremy's body is practically hiding me.
In the short time, more people have gathered around, including a few race groupies. One girl is pressed up to Vance's side. Ugh. Gross. Vaughn's arm is slung around some girl, that girl is not Tracy. I shake my head.

A loud, high pitched revving breaks the conversation, and causes everyone's head to snap up. A handful of crotch rockets are driving by. It is by-far the most obnoxious thing in the entire world, but this particular group is just that. They are insane, rude, and just bad news. It's unfortunate because their 'leader' if you want to call him that, is one guy who's not afraid of going head to head with my brothers. His name is Dixon, and he continues to harass me after I've turn him down every time. I think it's more to bother my brothers than anything. Rumor has it, he deals drugs to afford parts for his bike. They continue to rev up their bikes as they drive by.

Chase leans into me, but keeps his attention on the bikes. "Who are those clowns?"

"Dixon, and his crew."

He laughs and just shakes his head. I'm not sure what he's thinking. The bikes have passed and parked down the lot. Everyone is back to talking to whatever they were saying before being interrupted.

"Hellooo spectators!" the announcer comes over the loud speaker. People in the bleachers scream, whistle, and cheer. "Let's get this show on the road!"

Two cars, both Mustang's, roll up to the starting line. I look at everyone, and their attention is on the cars. The loud revving snaps my attention back to them, rightfully so. The older Stang is loud, louder than it's opponent. You can see the car shake as it's owner is giving it some gas. The newer Mustang is revving back. Seconds later they're flying down the track. It's over almost as soon as it started. The scores flash up on the boards near the end of the track, the older Mustang getting the better time. Cheering from the stands erupts, most likely the drivers friends or family. Suddenly Dixon is next to me, pulling me to his side.

"Hey Baby." he says.

"Dixon, get off me." I try to push his arm off but he just squeezes me into him.

"Awe, Baby..don't be like that."

"For the millionth time, don't call me baby." I turn and duck under his arm. He doesn't try to grab me again but he's smiling, because it's just fun to him. I feel Chase at my back, and my brothers are rounding Jeremy's car.

"Dixon, get your fugly ass outta here." Vance says as he stops two feet in front of Dixon, my brothers and Jeremy at his back. Dixon looks at me and back at my brothers, "Hey Vance, nice to see you too! Your sister happens to like my fugly ass." See, he obviously has no fear of the my brothers.

"Shut up Dixon, and move along." Vin cuts in.

Dixon puts his hands up in submission, "Okay. Okay. I'm going." He looks at me and winks, "I'll see you later doll face."

"Not happenin' dickface." Vance spits out.

I wave goodbye as he turns and walks away. I watch him go, as do my brothers. Dixon is really attractive, and he knows it. He has this James Dean look to him. He's an asshole, and has probably slept with more girls than my brothers combined, not to mention his chosen profession. It's a shame. My brothers move away but I can still feel Chase at my back. I turn to face him.

"He do that often?" His eyes still on Dixon.

"Yeah, unfortunately. I think he does it to bother my brothers."

"I don't think so."

"I mean, in the beginning I think he was serious. He would get me when I wasn't around my brothers, I'd turn him down every time. My brothers, plus I am one of the very few girls he hasn't slept with, I'm a challenge him. Now he does it right in front of them."

Chase doesn't say anything, just nods. We go back to leaning against the car, listening to the guys talk. Two more cars go zooming down the track. I feel something curl around my pinky, confused, I glance down. Chase's pinky is wrapped around mine! I look up and try to act normal, my eyes are bugging out of my head. Oh my gosh, this is the cutest thing ever! The butterflies are swarming my stomach. As I'm starting to sweat. I take a deep breath.

"You alright back there V?" Vaughn yells to me.

I yank my hand away from Chase's pinky holding and cross my arms over my chest. My heart is pounding, of course they ruin a moment, even though Vaughn had no idea. I look at Vaughn, he has a shit eating grin on his face. I collect myself, and bring out the sass. "Peachy." I give him my smug smile.

Vaughn laughs, "You look like you're about to shit yourself."

Chase laughs beside me, and of course Vaughn feeds on that, "Right? She looks like she's about to drop a load."

I glare at Vaughn. Chase starts to say something but I shove my finger against his lips, to shut him up.

"No dear brother, I'm not scared."

"Well then..let's do this.."

I smile, "Let's..."

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