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My wrench hooks securely around the bolt I'm screwing for the customer's old Punto. Here we are... Back to fixing old pick up trucks and family cars.

I haven't visited the racers spot in 6 days now, and everyday I'm only missing it more and more. Quavo hasn't been back here either but I guess that's to be expected... I should've never followed him.

"Cheer up pumpkin, we're almost there. Just gotta replace this oil filter and— bblrgrg!" A gush of oil splatters onto dad's face and shirt. I can't help but cover my mouth with the smallest giggle.

"Yeah, you laugh." He grabs a rag and points, "But I'm the real winner because I finally got a chuckle out of my little girl today. Now bring it in."

"Ew, no! You'll get me dirty as well." I push him away with my foot, making both of us laugh.

"Alright alright, I'm gonna go inside and clean up. Take over the car for me?"

"Kay." I nod.

As he heads through the door connecting to our home, I grab a wooden stool to sit on and start pulling tools from my denim overalls pocket.

"...It's just you and me, car." I sigh.

As I lower my body to adjust the running board, those mysterious yet haunting words somehow make their way back to the forefront of my mind...

"Touch my car again, and watch where your ass ends up."

That JK guy was such a jerk. I didn't even touch his car... Then again, it's his property. I guess he has a right to be mad.

All I wanted to do was watch. Like the other hundred people were doing. To just be a part of what they do one way or another.

...Would it be crazy if I went back?

It's not like he'd remember me, right? I never gave him my name, plus, it was night. He probably didn't even see me clearly.

But what if he does remember me? I'll be screwed and banned for life, or worse...

Hmm...

Chewing on my lip in a mental debate, I drop my tools and run out of the garage before pulling down the steel gate. I know exactly what to do.

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"You boys ready??" The woman stands in the center of the road with the two flags up while I excitedly but sneakily join the back of the chanting audience. It's Offset and Quavo racing this time, but not just for another friendly match. This time, they're actually versing an enemy driver.

"We finna smoke all y'all pussy n*ggas." The rival cusses out, making Offset flip him off. "N*gga shut the fuck up. Ain't no way you winning that money—"

"WHERE IS HE?!"

A squad of four women storm their way sassily through the crowd, one of them being pregnant with another holding a baby on her hip. From the way Offset's eyes bulge, I think those are his baby mothers.

"Shit man go go go!" He speeds off prematurely.

My hand finds it's way to my mouth where I laugh shamelessly. "That's one way to start a race."

Just then, my upper arm is harshly grabbed and when I look up to see who it is, my heart drops through my ass.

"I-I can explain—"

"Didn't I tell you to quit snooping around here?" JK starts pulling me away.

I make the bold move to rip my arm from his grab, making him stop and glare at me threateningly before I blurt out—

"I want to join your club."

The handsome driver scoffs, shoulders bouncing from the small chuckle.

"Yeah, right. Do you even know anything about cars? Stop wasting my time." He grabs my arm and starts pulling me again—

"Your car yesterday was an SSC Tuatara that goes up to 256mph because of the weight to horsepower ratio, since it weighs 1347 kilos with a horsepower of 1350, or 1750 if run on E85 fuel. But it's static wings and adjustable nose keep it stable at high speed, with an interior that exposes carbon fiber body."

He slowly stops and looks back at me. I find my fists and teeth clenching nervously by the way his eyebrows lower...

He then looks at the ground and swirls his tongue around his cheek in thought.

"Alright." He curls two fingers, "Come here."

It's not like I actually get a choice. My arm is grabbed yet again as we weave through the crowd of roaring watchers and I'm led towards a grey and orange Ferrari Aventador. JK presses his keys briefly and lets the car doors raise like bird wings before roughly pushing me in.

I barely get the chance to gather my thoughts before he sits in the passenger seat beside me and shuts his door, then reaches over my lap to shut mine. Finally, he leans back in his seat with wide legs and says—

"Drive."

"W-what?"

"The car. Drive it."

I blink at him with parted lips before gulping thickly at the sight of the luxurious leather steering wheel in front of me. My hands slowly gravitate towards it, but eventually fall back into my lap.

"...I don't know how to drive."

"What?"

"I mean I know how. The control and gear placements... But I don't have a license."

He scoffs again and looks out of his tinted window, "So you expect me to let you join, but you've never driven a car."

"I can be your mechanic." I respond quickly. "I saw those chips on the car outside, and Quavo hasn't come to me in days. It looks like you could use one."

"You just want money."

"I want experience. If anyone can get me in, it's you. And something tells me you don't go to the regular degular mechanics because your boss doesn't want them finding out about all these cars you're sporting, which explains why you'd send them to our small garage. Because a teenage girl and her father have no voice to tell anyone. Right?"

He licks his lip and rolls his eyes at my statement. He knows I'm right.

"I've fixed half a dozen of Quavo's cars and I can fix more. I won't tell a soul, just let me be a part of this."

"I told you, the answer's NO." He steps out.

I get out too, "Wait!"

JK stops dead in his tracks after exiting the car to see a girl standing right in front of him with a hand against the roof and another on her hip. It's the flag girl...

She has long, dark body waved hair that falls over one shoulder of her tanned skin. She wears a red playboy bikini top to match her nails and lipstick, denim shorts with diamond tassels, high boots and a leather jacket that slips from her shoulders. She's a tad taller than me, and a hell of a lot curvier.

Judging by the way she sarcastically smiles and blinks rapidly, she does not look impressed.

"For fuck's sake." JK murmurs and slams his car door shut.

"Who's she?"

"Hwasa—"

"No no, I just watched you pull her into this car with you. What, were you making out with her? So you like skinny bitches now?"

"Skinny??"

"Nobody was making out. She asked to join our club—"

"Pah!" The girl practically honks at me. "Like Big Joe would ever take her. What is she even wearing? She looks and smells of tar." She evaluates my vest top and overalls with disgust.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"Hwasa. Chill."

"You know what? You two can sort out this drama on your own. I don't need this." And with that, I walk away.

Hwasa wiggles her fingers farewell, her eyes and grin lingering on me while she webs her arms around JK's neck.

He nods at her in annoyance despite his hands finding their way to her hips. "You have got to chill sometimes."

"Why? You said you like your bitches bad. I'm bad." Her knee rubs his leg up and down.

He kisses his teeth in return, "You keep talking like we're dating."

"But that didn't stop you from hitting me up last night, did it? What have you got against dating JK? We've been involved almost a year, yet I keep catching you with other bitches."

"That's because I have other bitches. We don't belong to each other Hwasa, I told you to stop getting jealous—"

He attempts to unknot her arms when she confidently smashes her lips onto his.

JK doesn't pull away, but easily responds to the tongue-filled kiss and squeezes her ass that exposes when she tiptoes to meet his height.

Without breaking the kiss, Hwasa grabs the keys from his back pocket and presses the button that opens the door before pushing him inside and straddling him.

"This car's soundproof, right?"

"'Course baby."

"Good." She leans low, pressing a nail to the bulb of his nose. "If you want this, don't ever let me catch you with no skinny bitches again."

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— THE NEXT DAY —

JK sits at the large rounded table with one foot propped up, casually drinking a cup of lean while his boss and club-mates sit around to count the giant mountain of money he'd just won.

"Haha, you did it boy! You won another one." Big Joe laughs huskily. The man is brown with a thick moustache, and wears his signature white suit with tinted shades and big rings.

The cigar between his teeth clouds smoke into JK's face when he grabs the younger's shoulder. "You're like the son I never had. Keep this up, and I'll have that 50% bonus with your name on it."

JK's smile back is light and half-hearted. He should be happy to have accumulated the club so much money... But there's always that empty feeling inside after a big race. Counting money just never feels as celebratory as it once did.

"We finna hit the strip club with this. JK, you coming?" Offset and Quavo wave their fans of thousands.

"Nah." He hisses at the final gulp of his drink and lies, "I'm high as fuck."

"Tch, boy stop playing. That's the best time to go. You 'on't wanna celebrate after making all this bank?"

"What can I say? I'm tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He stands and heads out to the tune of Big Joe's chalky laughter.

The green and purple pulsing neon lights hit JK's skin once he exits and shuts the alleyway door behind him, finally escaping the accustomed smell of cigarettes, weed and Hennessy.

He approaches his car... Only to see that the door has been keyed to spell out "A-D Gang!"

"Those shitheads."

"I can fix it for you."

JK turns to see me approaching his car before running my finger along the scratch. "A gang did it. They only cut o.3 inches deep though, so I can have it fixed it in a few of hours."

"I keep telling you, the fucking answer's n—"

"Isn't this the car you're scheduled to race in for tomorrow's betting? You'll look like a punk with another gang's name keyed into your car. You can bring the car by tomorrow afternoon and I'll fix it before anyone sees. My garage is just two blocks away."

His eyes drill into mine before roaming around the ground as he thinks to himself...

"Fine. But this doesn't make you my mechanic. I'll bring it tomorrow at 2...?"

"Shego."

"Shego." He repeats. "Hmph. Like the cartoon."

"I guess so." I nod, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I begin walking away, making sure I'm at a safe distance before doing the dorkiest little hop and giggle of excitement. "Yes!" He's finally trusting me to work with their club. This is a chance to prove myself, I can't mess this up.

Little do I know, JK continues to watch me as I jump in celebration, then get on my bike and ride off into the distance.

"Shego..." He repeats as a whisper, smirking and scoffing to himself.

"The name's hot though."